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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dots

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...

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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