Thursday, July 31, 2008

its key is under the flying carpet

There are dimensions to every personality of every animal...be it a social animal(but animal none the less) and animals like the ones found in national parks or sanctuaries(though hardly so, 'national poaching ground' is more appropriate)...I can talk for ourselves, I am more familiar with humans...not that i know or understand them better. Dimensions of our personalities could be random, reflective, matter of factly, or the one about which you wanna talk when no-one's listening, write about only pretending that nobody would ever read it. i have made a separate room in the blog world( what were u thinking??) which is a closed door, and i like it that ways. Lets think all thoughts. :)
I cant say whether i dislike people who surreptitiously sneak into my virtual space...because A) when u r on world wide web, it happens B) Even if it wasn't for this world wide web, it would still happen...its very malekind...more than mankind.

some seasons dont change

#On a lazy sunday afternoon when it was very sunny...it must be 3 o clock and very silent...people must have drowned in their afternoon naps. A bicycle rider, apparently mender of kitchen utensils entered the lane , hollered for work, didn't get any. rode back. He was obviously not entitled to any such luxury like an afternoon nap.
# It has been raining intermittently, and rather noisily now. Melodious numbers sound better when its grey weather outside. Some already over-heard slow song is on. I wander out in the balcony and see men and women on a construction site, drenched yet working...their kids are barefoot and running amok in rains with their dark baby feet over gravel. I come inside and switch off the radio. Songs weren't sounding good no more.

Thursday, July 03, 2008

Lost Soul

Sharp pain.... gets sharper and more painful with time. Time to fogive had passed, time to try forsaking has also gone, time to desire end of it all has come.
Cant bear her making a pretence of chirping with so many arrows shot at her heart. No, cant stay pain addicted, neither she nor us....we are slipping towards a black hole....this has got to stop and it will....here and now.
Will see his destruction in the coming ten days...hey, divinity get down to work.