The Antidiluvian Tomorrow

So many rainfalls

yet such a thirst,

So many shadows

why is there still some light?

So much pleasure

in this trivial plight,

I stand different in the sea of poppies

waking-up to a slightest of silence!

So little doubt

yet an abundance of faith,

I smile and say "Hi"!

to your silent examination,

Blisters of humanity

in the trivial hint of imperfection,

I rise early to see the bluest canvass

to meet the smile-"why such a fuss?"

So many imaginings

yet this colorless disgust.

the concept

the error in finding errors is rooted in an illusion of errors. i wish all only once a year, find the error here. i am prone to forget you for the rest of the year but just for one day that i care bcos i have been told to do so. the concept of having one day for you is the desire for 'orderliness'. i find this concept redundant to the limits of redundancy.

i have wished every soul that i know in this social world. then i do not know what to do. i do so bcos i am told so...i am bcos i am made.

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blank slate

i wrote on my wall
so that millions had soul in sight,
i wondered how
blankness dawned
even when thousands knew what i thought

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wavering winds of wits

i am mapping my emotions again...blank,thought,blank,thought, blank, thought...thought, thought, thought...then the mind refuses to differentiate between meditation and commotion. Meditation is something for the confused, commotion is this confused person in a state of peace.i find myself somewhere in between these two posts.

i drove from Patparganj to Vasant Kunj, the a/c in the car does not in order to compliment the soothing heat that balms your skin, soothens your eyes and wrinkles your thoughts for the whole drive. i enjoyed the drive because my mind was somewhere else, not on the roads or the passerby or the accompanying vehicles. i woke up in fits of awareness(s), realising that i had been driving with the subconscious...hands on the wheels, feet on the pedals, eyes on the road...mind-somewhere else. i wonder how this marvellous feat resides under my doormat?? a surreptitious breeze of human achievement claps my senses, i am human.

lurking anxiety, fixing minds

I have come home. i thought that i d be away from the angst of the anxieties caused by the discontents of mind and maybe the body. i believe that i have been a traveller where the path does not decide what you see, its your mind that rubs your body with the dusts of the sand beneath your feet. i bust my thoughts, but they still come back to me, i never think they are willing to abandon the premise of my own uncertainties.

i attain blankness in veneers. i meet them in between despair and meditation. i am home now, after a stay away from my woods. i thought home would be beyond the miseries of an uncertain mind. but alas!!home comes and there you find your own thoughts trapped. you have arrived, welcome home!!!

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featured in the twilight of my day's emotions, i stepped out of my room just to witness the dullest of storms. She shouted at me for being late for the auditions. i went for the theatre with the least of emotions that an actor requires to manipulate.