I am an Indian who found myself (well, philosophically) in Sri Lanka. Not that georgraphy matters, but I guess it means I am going to be making some strong moves with my life. Gear up for the changes, Ramses!

Stutter

I don't know, I don't know if I should trust poetry or poems anymore. Including my mutterings and me.

Priceless

The price one has to pay for being nice to a loser/a spiteful person.

Running Away

From streets of minds
to isles of light;
swings of the hand,
to the smoke of cigarettes;
eyes of anger,
to a sunken face;
nobody seems to be
a mirror of themselves.
Wrought by Buoyant forces,
we'll make Archimedes proud.

***
For Eliot prophesied that there never will be a time, after all.

***
For Isabella prays the cold, harsh days are but nightmares she can wake up from.

***
For this is just one life and nothing really matters at the end of the day. Who the heck selflessly cares for what happens to the dead, anyway?

Bastard.

Living

It's been many Fridays - and it continues to be hard to say the night from the day for Marly.

When you apply paste on your toothbrush and realize the day is actually the night, you know that you've been vegetating. She can snap out, yea, but her faith wouldn't let her.

24 hours is not enough;
so much more for the four-chambered piece to feel empty;
as much as the distance between an hour and a minute.

So, what's it going to be like sipping green tea while overlooking the city from a window on the 50th floor of a building? Will there be time to consider the weather or the skies then?

Well, got to get there.

What's a man to a woman?
He who stands by strong enough to make her hold back her tears or he who stands away and lets her fall apart?

What's a woman to a man?
She who stands by strong enough as he learns life's hard lessons or she who runs away from him for his shortcomings?

***
Someone said/wants to and will say: "Before the world, I say, "I am sorry." And, I mean it from the brimming caverns of my eyes and soul."

***
The loneliness of a long distance runner. 

People are interested in your life.
Sure they are.
People care about you.
 Sure they do.
***

How do people with so much spite sleep in peace? Or do they?
***


They are funny, the times we live in. I can use an app or a one line formula on excel to find out how many days i have lived in exact but somehow, these few minutes i don't feel like doing so.
May be we/I won't be flake someday.
May be We/I agree that We/I still do have control over our lives and our future.
Chippi irrukudu. Muthum irrukudu.
***

Pada pada nu irrukku, Rama. 

Broken

Bridge
over troubled water.
Watching water recede
(from the sand).
Waiting to see
sand being advanced,
by the water of a turbulent sea,
from the
Bridge
not Broken.

...When tout est calme, may'aps.

Tout Est Calme

Falsifying, breaking, burning.

What else is left in the reprimanding, Almighty?

For the record:

There's a sharp, sharp pain,

right where it all resided.

Chagrin. That's what has resulted.

If that's what these were meant to do.

If that's what makes someone happy.

If that's what gives someone peace.

Very well, is there a choice?
There's got to be a weather to take it all.

Punctured in reality...

...Unlike the other times.

Would it matter if, in humble astuteness and hope, I know it can be filled up (or made sturdy with tubeless tyres, mayaps) because of that very awareness? Would you stand by a little while?

Eshara said: We are acting and being different now - but that doesn't mean we have changed. Nothing can change us, or our soul.

The little joys, Eliot

Let us go then, you and I
...
...through certain half-deserted streets
The muttering retreats..
...
And indeed, there will be time
...
After the sunsets and the dooryards...
After the novels, after the teacups...
...
...white flannel trousers - you shall wear and walk upon the beach
...

:)

iKnow

I don't figure in the everydays. May be I should move away from stuff I figure in as well.
But I don't know, I don't know why I don't feel strong about moving away, you know.

Somedays

Set aside somedays -

For rides in a hot air balloon.
Across clear and cloudy skies,
Above the oceans and deserts,
Close to the peaks of ice-capped mountains.
Grasslands, plain-lands, plateaus, volcanoes:
Everywhere, but through smoke-filled city heights.

Possible, you say?

Somedays -

There are wishes made for songs
to be sung
not by the original singers
or the music player, but by the one
who holds all the charm,
for you.

Bad days.

Today just got worse.

brother and bugger

xyz: know how shitty being being pricked every time can be?
abc: sure, brother
xyz: painful shite, say what, bugger?
abc: you got it, brother

Today

Bad day turned worst day ends with gentle breeze that soothes the eyes.

Lives of others

Chandran's guests would have complemented Sita for being a wonderful host and told Chandran how lucky he was to have such a partner, when they would have been invited over the first time, to celebrate Chandran and Sita's first wedding anniversary.

If only there were more time to have paused and thought, he wouldn't have run away from her; from his own shadow, like a cliché. And she wouldn't have had to sit alone in their once cosy balcony and gaze into the empty streets to while away time.

If only I had charms that would make them grow strong in their bond and happiness - Gosh, they sorely need some! 

Of dichotomy

Just as when you plan a surprise celebration (birthday, perhaps) three months in advance, have three different back up plans for it (adapted to different scenarios that may come up on the day), buy souvenirs, make bookings, think of calling Xs, Ys and Zs and then revise to include As, Bs and Cs, and then decide not to have them at all lest they ruin the exclusivity, and make more of those enthusiastic devise changes,

You think you should visit a temple before beginning the celebrations, and then understand you have to stall all plans as you are outright excluded from the life of the celebration's reason,

So was Tamara's astonishment and disappointment as she learned the kick-ass project she put her heart and soul into was decommissioned without notice.

She could hope for resurrection and for sense to becalm those behind the decision, but will it work? Does it have to be that way even?

Who will will to see her through?

Who cares about dichotomy or you, anyway?

Alive

Fire in hand,
burned.
Tussle in the ear,
Torn.
Something for the future,
Endured.

Fumble.

People. People, people, people.

Fag-Burn

Oh hey, there are those men,
pot-bellied, self-righteous ones,
perhaps even women,
the imposter kinds,
whom you smoke with,
who are more interested in your life,
(yes, they are, or so they say)
as they plan their next smoke,
and break with others like you.

Oh, you know well.. you know Selfish.

I pray, for the million unsaid prayers
I make before the next breath.

Could do with some blessings, boons or goodwill.
So those sulks, or swears needn't be borne.

A May before an April

Flutter

For I know,
None else can (dare) love
As much
As me in those moments.

***

Little joy and a prayer under the breath for the ones I guessed and learned more about. Luck is the charm, ahan? Save more of you each day :-)

I miss the piano,
love.

For the mind can
travel farther than the feet
while swimming across
these seas of shores.


For the mind finds peace
in a sit-down by the sunken bench
during a summer that makes
an underwater park in Austria.

---

Like fish
wading through the bridges and seats
in their tanks.

Repose

You're the few moments in a chaotic day when I get to the architecture of our life's plans, and make those revisions. 

Fast life

Mixed feelings.

Frostbite

An evaporate, that is what the four-chambered safehouse will become. Lost in its way through the thin air; turning back, only to become ash.

Ha

Clipped; rightfully or not, I wouldn't know.
I'm not supposed to. Ha.

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Make life the outcome of bad decisions? allthedarntime? Opinions pasted on every post you want lean on. The everyones HAVE to have a say. It's going to be tough running away from any of this and the everyones.

Scary, like a plague. Eats the brain.

There, I said it.

I am tired of all the addendums attached to every interaction or equation on this mighty planet. I could trade my fortunes to make it less clumsy!

It's not a good idea to get comfortable with anything or anyone here.