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A happy sunday it was,
a fulfilling sunday it was,
yesterday.
at least after noon.

It rained, it did.
and on a sunday !
not too much though,
the air didn't cool enough.
And the shutter was there,
i clicked, and i clicked,
flowers, hens, drops and drops.
should've gone to harbour,
but was too lazy and scared.

It ended with the night,
it ended with music,
with flute,
with a loud tabla,
with peace,
with calm,
as if it were perfect,
scarily perfect,
but no,
there was the humming of the fan,
and the separation of household,
but still,
it was secure, very secure,
and with belonging,
and then it ended,
finally,
with a stillness
and a smile.

Screw thyself

And yea man is the only species which has the ability to screw itself up.
No matter what you give him.

He'll keep on screwing up himself till he dies.


Wait. He might well screw up death as well.

Feel

There's a deeper truth to every truth.
The latter you hear,
The former you feel.

Fake

Why do we fake
For what do we fake
For the quest of what
All of us are such hypocrites, such fake people.
And every second, every moment of our life
we think we're good, virtuous.

But we forget
we forget those moments
moments in which we do not live
moments in which we are not conscious
moments in which we are in another world
they are the moments,
which are our own self.
The seconds between those seconds we count.
Stop them
Tear them
See every shred.

Come out of your body.

The Train of Thought

I sit, I stare, I leave my mind, I've got no plans-
Then it comes like an unwanted guest,
making itself comfortable, growing on me,
and all the while making its presence impercptible.
It is like being in love without knowing it that you are in love,
you jump, from cliff to cliff, never looking back, no, not even once,
just going where it leads you.
Sometimes it leads you into different worlds, almost parallel worlds,
playing with you, irritating you, stimulating you, making you happy, sad, frustrated.
Making you to come to conclusion, sometimes breaking other conclusions, but all the times making you forget yourself, the world around you.
And all this time, you're under its effect almost like a drug.
And then abruptly, it wants to make itself known,
like a thief wanting to give himself over purposefully,
or is it me who wants to break it?
and then I look backward, I see it--
I see it clearly, with awe, astonishment,
I see it's trail, where it has led me, how it has led me,
the different trains it made me take to travel to the different world,
to different realms.
Suddenly I become aware, I want to pour it all, to preserve it all, so that I can completely enjoy it many times again, and again.
I then remember it all too clear, and then almost an instant of anxiety when I feel it is slipping away. I would then want to record it, however abstract it is.
And then it fades even more away, and then the fading out doubles, as the present comes back like an intruder with the many wants and pressures.
And then it fades even more away, and then the fading out triples, as someone or the other slashes my solitude like bloody murder.
And then I calm down, everything is lost,
only a remnant is left of it, that is WHAT it was-
I remember it was "The Train of Thought"
:)