Dawn

who could savour teh drastic desires of time. I have come here to mingle with my unperturbed soul. The amount illicit thought surmount the peace within.

Maybe there is another twilight before dawn. Yes, there is a chance.

snap

salvations of desire runs through the agony of existence

Vida con mi novia

in this new place that i have come to know.

I struggled for a while,

a while seemed an aeon.

Now, the aeon seems an ant,

the ant is a symbol of life.

A desire one must fulfill

by the vortex of the whirlpool, Swooosh!

I sit here

the horizon of a wide-frame lense before me. I screen in between, the struggle i had to go through. But, I was not alone, I do not see this drama staged alone. i have a soul with me.

A soul who sees what i do

who breathes what i breathe

who struggles what i struggle with.

Such is the swim ride called Vida. That as long as love, as along as you struggle...

You Live. and you love....

Losing Control

perhaps the notion of control is overrated. I sit here, this long weekend.

Control is a state of mind more than a kinesthetic achievement. This day, i retrospect at the weekend spent well, went fast.

Control is more often related to a physical object. Recently, i lost something expensive in monetary terms, in societal values. I LOST IT!!!

Instead of a feeling of loss, the incident bore me a sense of relief and enlightenment; what it means to be out of control. It was PEACE.

I do not know where we lie. We need the material goods to keep us happy, yet they bind us in an incomprehensible bond is is smeared with afflictions of materialism. It is only when we lose these things that we know how loseable they are!

Time

Memory always plays the cushion for a bedless creature.

Reminding me of the past that i am living now.

Living tomorrow

Who wants to know what the future holds?

Who wants to know what the future holds!

the present dilemma lies in the denial of the present!

Adan wakes up with a heavy hangover of thoughts about the day ahead. He doesn't know whether it will go smoothly for him.

As he starts thinking, the routine takes over him,.

Brushhh, coffee, eat...think no time....

The present is always fine, because it is here.

3 Years-A Passage of Time

I have been wondering...what was i doing three years ago? I was still completing my masters'. I had an illusory idea (which was pretty strong then) that i would be working in the advertising industry. I had studied enough, i thought.

I was all geared-up for my role in the workforce, earning my living like some of my friends. I had forgotten that i was more comfortable in academics, or being a student of literature.

The idea of changing the paradigm of my reality was creating a tsunami of thoughts in my mind.

I jumped.

Within a fortnight, i felt like a fish out of the water, or more precisely, a hippopotamus outside a water. I withdrew.

I ended-up studying, in the classroom. Inhale.

The rest of the three years passed smoothly with some unforeseen discoveries. I withstood, i lived.

I swam across the seas and built my dreams on sands. Three years just flew by.

But i lived my life, I am Adan.

I look to see where ill be 3 years down the line...

No need speculating, because they will pass...and i do not where ill be. But i know, i will enjoy our life.

Escape into Life 2

He mused.

He drew.

colors.

splash.

aaahheesssh!!!!!!!

Black on brown

Paint

Van Gogh...yellow

Creation COnfusion

ADan says"the artist is the process that creates itself. Seize the opportunity and unleash the ignorance!"

Adan will come back again to work on this piece of art. It has just begun.

Process is above punctuation......

An Escape into Life

The process of creation depends on the state of mind. Adan says that emotional upheavals are dependent on how you experience newer pastures. He has gone to a new place to experience life as it happens there.

Adan has just painted his finest painting till date. This is his first tryst with the Arts. He is elated. He has finally found his drug. People need escapes from their daily routines, routines that tend to define Life. There have been many avenues for people to escape: meditation, drugs, exercise, love, spirituality etc.

Adan has just found painting. The dilemma has just begun. Let us see what happens next...

Jangamma-the moving monk

there is enough space for me to write. in fact its too much. thoughts are a plenty but words are so scarce that they cease to withdraw at the moment of inception.

i believe i am walking now. Battling the gravity of status quo is a battle with aphorisms. I made up my mind to instill the process of motion.

I am moving. So is my mind...so am i....

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driven by the winds

a frame if time

dictating the mind.

evacuate your thoughts before they blow you away

mired in the steep highways of undesirable fortune

...

Adan went on to newer trysts with instincts. He felt and absolute urge to be drawn by hi thoughts. He went to the park that day, a day that provided enough syllables in his mind. He questioned the events, he was questioned by them.

Poetry is limited by posture

Patience is too long an utterance.

stretching the time

you can paint time

time can paint you.

it is in the thought

the thought is in you.

you are in the maze

the maze is in you.

simple words can yet be so forlorn that thoughts cloud them. I have wondered today that there is no time to wonder. The work of life is that life is an archive of work.

late night today..see you

Meditation on the present

I write this at a time when the allied forces have started to strike missiles and Tomahawks at Libya. I am still ruminating on the loss triggered by the massive earthquake in Japan. Where does perspective find a place amidst this indigestion of peace with chaos. I have been wondering where our personal ambitions go when people are dying in hoards. Where does economic growth grow if it can be washed away by waves of fury?

My art comes to me, as i reconcile with these ruminations. My art leaves quite often to random sojourns. I do not miss it. I suddenly intervene with my ignorance and realize that i too am an artists. A dilemma encapsulates my living surroundings.

This moment seems like a artistic process of creating something from the scrambled imaginings of the artist. The 'unproductive' moments are to be the most heralded for an artist. Sometimes it takes days, years and seconds for the artist to sit down shape his art. Suddenly, out of nowhere, comes the moment where the art starts melting into a product. A product that can be labelled, packaged and marketed for the consumption of a wider consumer.

Let us not judge this process. It has been going on for years now.

Time out...