Friday, March 27, 2015

Polar.Identity

A humongous quantum
of thoughts,
of beliefs,
of ways and,
of shades.
All so polarized,
into systems,
into schools,
into communities and,
into societies.
And here I am,
trying to lose
this tendency of subscription
to a polar life,
loving bits of materialism,
loving bits of spiritualism,
exploring my human vividness,
losing bits,
gaining bits,
flowing 
to lose 
the polar identity(s).

Jam. Pearl

Release. Black. Indifference. Immortality.
All songs.
Pearl Jam.
I'm drunk 
on mud house.
And back
to my naked state.
The human,
naked,
very much.
I think of humans
that
I have affected.
Love and hatred
are relative.
But
a thought
of a fellow human
in this hour
of nakedness
is absolute.
I think of you, all
love.

Friday, March 20, 2015

Thoughts!

Fledgling,
fleeting thoughts.
A perennial,
permanent picture,
You !

Saturday, March 14, 2015

Wine and My Woman

I'm at the beach and
there are no lights.
There's an ocean,
wild as our souls
There are stars,
broken and scattered and bright
as our lives.
And there is a limitless want..
of us.

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Mr. Nobody

Diminished and
stupefied
by fleetingly flourished and 
unjustly glorified.
Not sad,
not weak,
not envious,
just angry.
Pure angry.
Angry at unfairness
of cards
of fate.
Angry at efforts
neglected,
nullified.
Angry at world,
inconsiderate,
oblivious and,
blind.
Angry at somebody
I get to see
morning after morning
in a mirror so unkind.
Angry at my belief
of myself.
Angry at this Mr Nobody,
in me,
on me..
a dust-ridden science book
in the down right corner
of that old
wooden shelf.

Monday, March 2, 2015

Nirvaan!

Thinking of humans
as majestic souls
overlapping
crossing
touching and
blending
in one another.
Walking through
one such revelry
with an awareness
of this sorts,
I feel like a drop
of a color so deep.
My source
of color
is infinite and
I am under a fall
so free.
Through this soft cloud
of souls
that I fall,
my color
stains it beautifully.
We all fall this way
and its beautiful
to think
of an end
that has
an infinite mass
of this cloud,
stained with zilllions of
shades of color..
The Perfect Blend of Souls..
I call it Nirvaan!