Destruction

its burnin n burnin..

all over n over again..

in n out n outside inside

with arms stretched wide n tearing the fabric around

creating vacuum so large

shards of glass vapourised in the pressure within.

such chaos n disturbance .

travelling in waves..

with spasms of guilt turnin eye bloodshot red..

dread n despair..hand in hand..

the claws ripping virtual shell

screeching and scratching..

blasting shells up to no good..

Words..

i get up in the morning and search for some fags to get myself out of the drowsy proceedings of the night..

Ideas flash like the lighting that i have witnessed over the past few days.

Highly volatile, this is what is left of them..

Words are such beautiful building blocks that facilitate such creations of the mind, that you are awestruck by the simplicity it. You use it to express yourself and exalt yourself to glory. It defies all boundaries of reality and even crossing he barriers in figments of imaginations that you can totally dislodge anything that your senses might pour on the brain.

People unknowingly or knowingly create brands (of themselves), sell, share, and destroy others. Mind is a restless entity which finds peace less often than it is expected to. The very nature of the proceedings around us makes it difficult to settle on something soon. Distractions exist in extraterrestrial quants that disperses quantas of peace in the who;e domain conceived by all our competent senses.

Imagine the world as it is.. the spherical shape and associate it with another sphere, that is the conscience of your mind. Make the association literal as in a symbiotic relationship in bare visual terms. Now lets look at the beauty of this. Someone around you uses words, makes some impact, visualise the sphere absorbing it in shape. The conscience is affected now. Someone pulls it, the sphere deforms. So the deformation is dependent on words and actions . But the very action of individuals is more more pronounced by the use of words rather than action in verb-al terms, emphasisng the pun on the verb. More remotely the words spell out deformations in larger quantas disrupting the package of peace that comes in with the equilibrium of non-deformation.

People market themselves day in and day out without their knowledge. I sit minutes everyday on the facebook and look at the world through it as if it was a sensory organ a very much part of myself. Words define my actions for the day, my waking night hours. I rather communicate to the whole sphere on this medium.

Its thus difficult to break out of this dogma to rest restlessness for the period greater than the flashes of lightning as observed by eyes.

Restlessness reigns.. Words are everywhere, in the books u reads, in the papers u pamper n the magazines u ponder n the communication that u feed upon to understand whats going on and to underestimate the vastness of the physical medium on which u sand , sit and sleep.

This restlessness is on sale these days. Thanks to marketing.

Romantic Manifesto

How costly can a joke be?

How costlier can it get as days pass by, as years go down?

What price can one pay for it?

The joke laughs at me every moment of the day. I haven't got that chance to even laugh at my own creation.

Life goes and doesn't look back

I keep standing there

A place well forgotten.

Others have moved ahead with the spinning planet.

I defied all physics standing there from then on.

I watched the scorching heat, the biting cold, drizzling damsels n blossoming blooms

My feet still

My conscience moved in and out

Ideas changed

Ideals replaced ideas but none too great to wake me up

Sleepwalking, I try to get to the shore

To find it empty of the world that inhabited it.

I collect sea shells

To make a trophy for myself

To remind myself of the life once lost

Throbbing pain, Pungent guilt, Unpronounced Love

So filled the nostrils.

Taking in the smell of my own self and creation

Choked i wriggle to find the next word.

Why does my time stop when i feel happy about it

why do my clocks always reverse when i step forward unconsciously?

Why am i so uncertain of future , drenched in past?

Life doesn't give second chance.

I want life back and i don't want to leave it to chance?

Expectations hamper my chances

Laying on by back, the journey is pricking me.

The search futile and futility unfaithful

Am losing it in between.

how much can i confess?

How much could anything mean anybody?

Rob's Small Moments

Teachings r learnings..

Sipping beer n smoking.. a man lost deep in thoughts..his own..genuine..

A story of everything small..

The first thing that you would notice about this Hollander is his deep blue eyes and his animated expressions when he talks just leaves a mark somewhere, so deep inside you that you start living with it.

Well. It started with finding to seats to rest our backs. And relax we did with few drinks together.

This is someone who has traveled to Goa from Holland by road, for the first time in 1976 in his Land Rover. We had just scrapped 700 kms on bike at this very moment. He always inquired whether we understood him. Whether we could see the world through his eyes.

World we could see through our own when the frequencies syncd up rite from the first sip we took:)

Sipping wisdom together....

How much beauty have you seen in the plactic chairs around you..

Its the most wonderful of inventions , stacked upon one another, being able to stretch a lil, n the kingly feeling it offers has no parallels, you can take it anywhere, u dont have to clean it.

:):)Living life by the moment as there is no future when the moment is gone and once its gone there is no relivin the lost moment..Small things in the air. He dint have 10 mouths to communicate with ten ppl at the same time..wat a regret..small things in the air is sent .we pick it up or not.. those small things are all around us.. like radio waves..wat do u pick up? how much do u interpret..

this guy was not interested in big things.. he took out a small idol of shiva from his pocket and his eyes twinkled upon seeing it. he liked it so much. so small a thing gave him immense pleasure. he kissed it and held it in his hand with such enthusiasm and fulfilment that the moment freezes in your heart.

more light was thrown on love, life, and living.......

the race..

how far are u willing to go..

how much do u wanna compete..

wat do u wanna prove? to whom? to wa end n means?

fame glory recognition

need a FACE among fellowmen..ha ha..

how much will u let the paper define your happiness..

how crazy am i? how much more crazier can u get?

there is a never ending wishlist..wre do u stop?

i see ppl..their eys want more..they never seem contend..they are not happy..

they cant laugh out loud..

i cant talk to the girl of my hearts with open lungs.

y am i suffocating? y cant i breathe in the coolness??

small is bigger than ever..

how much can u differentiate your life?

how less can u integrate ur desire?

wre do u put ur passion?

when can u work n ve the same feeling that u get wen u breathe ir?

wen ll it bcom so natural to u?

can the hottest female in town arouse the deepest pleasures in u?

can the girl u love give u that feelin?? i doubt it..

it comes from within n nobody other than urself can give it life..:)

Shuffle..

Got injected with a new dope of love..

fear factor shaking hands with mercury rising..

a long journey away from home.

a new cell phone..

Avatar Magic..

Nightouts in the office..

20-20 project hours..

Relaxing the spine..

allz not well

New yr celebrations shifted to Xmas..

all the blog entries vanishing in thin air..

bankrupt..heartFull..

glory down the drain..

Pain shot the lid off my head..

Impregnable fortress ramshackled..

Satan Personified..

Control...Ian curtis.

Speeds funny..loony moony..

A poet n a painter drawing swords..

buckle the shoes before going to bed..office calls..

frustration..

divine celebration..

theories out of dog sense..

Few weeks to the climax..A Roller Dollar indeed..

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THE LOST SYMBOL

Dan Brown

action starts after 160 pages..

mystery unfolds a lot earlier..

a promise of national emergency fails to knock u wen it unfolds..

a lil disappointing wen compared to other langdon adventures..

but makes one THINK abt 'the WORD' if u ve been initiated to such thinking earlier.

Shades!

i was on Speeding bike..

highway windin n unfolding before us..

was wearing yellow shades../

n this is wat i unzipped:)

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The shades had a tint of brownish Yellow.

let me describe the weather before that..

it was kinda rainin now n then..

the pleasant types with melancholy bluish hue interspersed with threating clouds with specks of black

the shades jus changed everythin..

it perceived a warm sunny afternoon..

it took sometime for me to adjust to the reality with the shades on cos wen ii remove them , there is a completely different world in front of me..

i was reminded of my friend who always said that our senses were imperfect..

All i could do here was wonder at the fact that we perceive the world through our senses.

if we dint have the ability to recept certain fragrances, it ratherg becomers so hard for us t6o believe that they really exist, so is the case with all other sensdory receptors.

What is real n unreal.

All that we see is the surrealism posed by our sensory perceptions..

perplexed,i wonder in meandering thoughts which were exploring new domain.

i embark the journey to unearth the truths way beyond me, myself and my percetions.

i pack my bags with new bouts of imagination and all the myriad of thoughts my myriad of species have put in me.

I PUT ON THE SHADES AND WALKED TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE HEDGE.