May 30, 2012 § 10 Comments
May 27, 2012 § 35 Comments
The casual poets,
the meaningless poets;
look at me and ask
which one am i?
I tell em i dont know,
i dont want to know.
Read my poems and
All i can tell them is
my mother is a strong
woman with deep emotions,
takes care of her world,
adds her touch to everything
My mother looks me in the
eye and knows what is wrong.
But she’s still undefined,
May 25, 2012 § 30 Comments
i promise this is the last one. this is also more than a week old, and i think its rude to not pass it on!
now if my friend abhishek from www.apriljournals.com would be reading this post, he might mail back Shantelle from http://candidconcourse.wordpress.com/ to ask, WHAT in my blog is inspiring. or perhaps he might just blacklist me from his life! :p
anyway, thanks shantelle. its an honour to recieve a nomination from sucha seasoned blogger like you! 🙂
okay i have to state 7 things about me here, as a rule. have done that already in a previous post. but there is always more to a person!
so, here it goes:
1. its difficult for me to stay interested in a particular activity. i get bored way too easily from things!
2. i meditate, sometimes.
3. i observe a lot. though i dont let the observed mortals find out i’m eyeing em.
4. a lot has changed in my life in the last one year with respect to perceptions, friends, and emotions. not half the person i was. the ones who’ve known me long enough, would know what i mean. 🙂
5. some pasta, brightens up my life!
6. i am not really the clingy kind. but i hate it when i dont get my answers properly. i am this organized person who knows what exactly is going on in her life, though i may pretend otherwise. so when something ends or someone walks off, and i dont know WHY, i fuck my head up!! momentarily!
7. i cant inspire anyone. a fragment in the infinite universe cannot do something that big! 🙂
and the nominations:
May 25, 2012 § 21 Comments
yes, its one of those nights i dont know how to put myself to sleep. so here i am, trying to be humble and accepting-cum-nominating-for all the awards that came lately.
secretly, the idea of awards does not excite me. i mean it obviously does feel good to understand that ppl out there read what you write and appreciate it. but, still.
anyway, thanks again http://boomiebol.wordpress.com/ for passing this one on too. yes i know, its been over a week that you nominated. but, hey you DO know i am a lazy ass!!
no rules, so i only have to pass it on (sucha relief)! 😀
so here it goes, in no particular order, to:
May 25, 2012 § 34 Comments
Strangely, some people find my blog “beautiful” here!! I have no idea what illusions em, but i’d be humble and accept it!!
Thanks http://boomiebol.wordpress.com for thinking of me. You, are a woman of substance yourself man!!
And i still disagree with my works being beautiful! I just write whats on my mind, and most of it is far from being beautiful! 😛
Okay anyway here are my nominations for the same:
Share the love, people. And pass it on!!
May 23, 2012 § 26 Comments
Thank you for the versions, the visions,
the poems, the stories,
the long nights, the early mornings,
the electric guitars in my head, the silence,
the chanting, the wailing.
Thank you for rinsing me,
unmasking me, washing me.
Thank you for filling my dark church
with candles of your affection.
Thank you for showing me the strength
of the sweet fire in us.
Thank you for the public temples and
private shrines; the questions and answers.
Thank you for the books, posters,
websites, unexpected parcels of grace.
Thank you for the path, and the
torches you carried along.
And thank you for not knowing me,
not understanding me,
not telling me how.
May 21, 2012 § 2 Comments
That’s AV for you.
The night is yet to ooze out in totality from the sands. Like a lover the cool hovers over the last shreds of hope, infesting as much air as its dissolving existence allows it to. The deadness has been so rampant and so pristine that lone voices crumble before proving decisive. The Master is immobile. A Seeker breaks the membrane of silence. A painful crack emanates before it gets sucked up into silence again.
Seeker: Master, have I done enough?
Master: What do you see?
Seeker: The sands, the thorny shrubs, the starry sky. The settlements with goats and camels that blot the place with existence.
(The Master is immobile)
Seeker: And the thread of Emptiness that runs through it all. The true meaning of absence and Nothingness.
(The Master is immobile)
Seeker(perturbed): How things left to themselves and things with a hundred props are still the same. How suffering…
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