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.

detritus

Adan knew what he wanted from his living...he looked up diary and rhushed to meet Sana....he knew that his relationship with her was a transcient melodrama.seeking to end the dis-harmony, he expressed his 10-yr plans to her. appaled at such a utopic functioning of his mind, sana left the bar. Adan's content just got sterdier. the last sip of her cappuchino summed up San for him. his esoteric ideals of judgement failed to meet the hunger of a civilised society.

speaking from the terrace, he told her one last time that he had loved her like none before.....he had to take the jump...he had to start his career as a bunjee-jumper......yes!!his 10-yr plan......to be the ace bunjee-jumper.....ridiculous detritus of an exalted mind....

tell me

i find myself on the middle of the road...craving for direction...hese words sprang in front of me in my dreams last night..since morning, i have started to wonder about how dreams can start your day...you can tell me more clearly. can you? i felt that my day was and would be worthless...jus because of a dream...a line..??

one write poetry to subscribe one s inscription of thoughts.......why do you write poetry? can you tell me?......is it tedious to deconstruct the process of writing?why am i writing then? why do you write?