Edutha, edutha idathilaiye vekkanumnu yaarum sollikudukkalaiya?
#conversations #brother

Vairagyam.
Ul urruthal.
Cancalam.

"Nilaavilae paarttha vannam,Kannaavilae thoandrum innum"
or
"Mouname parvaiyal oru paatu paada vendum
naaname jaadayal oru varthai pesa vendum"

or

"Mounamae paarvaiyaay paesi kondoam,

Naanamae vaNNamaay poosi kondoam"

Pursed lips
welcome words
meant to be unsaid.

Yaar arria? Yaar purindukolla? 

I fall in love so easily
And struggle to fall out
easily.

Falling

apart and apart
are falling apart?
apart from Falling Apart?

Tonight I want to write an ode to the Sea and the Moon. Perhaps I won't because this body and mind of mine is quite worn out this night and no purpose seems worth a pursuit.

I have no idea where I am, what I am doing, or why. Okay, may be I do literally (typing this post on my phone on the way back home because this thought occurred to me) but not quite metaphorically.

We crave,
Explicitly or secretly,
For an acknowledgement
Of what we say
And what we don't.

We're human, we make mistakes, we learn.
And when we read something interesting,
We sometimes want to save it
for a breakfast table conversation
Or some such
But eventually don't.

I want to claim Master status in the #artoffakingit. It doesn't refer to anything carnal. There. Did I plant a silly thought in your mind? Good. #missionaccomplished

Why do I find myself drawn to a certain craziness in some people :|?
The rest aren't worth a thought anyway.
But. Ugh. It's too obvious a pattern and I (secretly don't) wish I don't fall for it again.

Come on, show me what else you've got, World. Surprise me.

Silence.
So easy to get by.

#imagine
Not having a shadow of yourself.  Will you miss it?

Ugh. People. People, people, people.

And even if the world crumbles,
seas wash cities and towns,
fires engulf every landscape,
the skies stop bearing rain,
currents take the air I breathe away,

my hopes and aspirations
will remain
steady and strong.

I realised on a cab ride to work that the only flower I pretty much truly like and appreciate is the Bougainvillea. They're so light and beautiful with no strong scent.

Oh, photographer,
Stop your pretense.
You had no idea you would
Get that beautiful picture
When you clicked.

Neither did you forsee
That bad composition
You so promptly deleted
From your
Sophisticated
D-SLR
Without a trace.

Making it seem
Like nothing was ever
Shot
Without your expectation
Of perfection.

It's so easy for me to mirror someone I like with my thoughts, speech, and emotions! #whattodo

But heck. I'm too tired of being worked up to the point that it seems so meaningless to be so. I am getting back my silence and my peace, though. It's definitely warmer and stronger.

I miss my own silence.

My eyes bleed 'tired.' :-( I need another vacation. Soon.

Jun 22, 2007

Helmetinthes. Nihilistically so. Altruistically nihilistic. Selfishly altruistic. And it whirls, one idea chasing the other, in quite a remarkably circular path. Does it help that I understand the locii? :|

Aug 16, 2007

El mar.

Jun 26, 2008

Bad reduction formula. Why? Because: Epistemological Fallacy = Meta-epistemological Tautology.

Fuckin pseud.

Amen.

Oh, what should be gathered now?
Times gone can never be back?
When people repeatedly falter
they can never bounce back?
Silence will not help?

No, don't hum the lyric
when you're playing
your game of chess
with a computer
and taking a break.

Don't you see
it can cause
a certain heart
to be wrung
just as
the unplugged version of
Isaiyil Thodangudamma
could?

Stray, starry-eyed Boddha
Sleeps
As the rays of a full moon
Paint the waves of a land and time
So far.
#foreternity

And as I try swimming through the everydays, moments from yore count for precious little breaths. It's not as if they're never again to be.

There will be time
Time again.

And I shall live to see a thousand splendid full moons.

Cold,
Cold days.
Broken,
Heartbroken.

I am such a crab.
#confession

Who are we?

Inebriated souls
Waiting for the other
To make a move.

How do you survive in the midst of people who genuinely don't follow the fine aspects of any form of art that's close to you and ask if you're drunk when you talk or write about it?
(In short, those who lack quality ilakiya, oviya and isai rasanai.)
Well, you put up with it, I suppose.

And I see but
Shadows of people
That I don't seem to understand
Anymore.
And all I want to say is:
Get back to your old, old self.
(Well, it holds good for me too!)

Lesson of the day

If irritated with unwarranted comments, sugar coats, and with ones that are myopic, or critics because they want to be:

Let the steam off.
Count backwards from whichever one you want.
Tell yourself that nothing or no one is worth it for however many times you want.
Try not to swear whenever possible. Sometimes though, this might help:

"Aaarrrghhhhhhhhh
Die. Just please die.
Aaarrrghhhhhhhhh.
Aaarrrghhhhhhhhh.

Did you feel me mentally kicking you out of my life? Boy, can you be irritating!"

Moonshine

Nothing else inspires as much
at 0330 in the AM:
When nightfall wears out
And a gleam of hope reigns.

I could wake up
Every passing day at this hour
And not feel any less inspired.

What am I?

Complacent.
In a bad way before,
Good way now.

Everyday rhythm:
Moments within moments,
Tied to an eternal
Leap of faith.

Whither drifts the raft,
Thither goes the soils of life
And the soul of eyes,
Wispy and tardy.

Not for too long, friend.

#JustInTime #dedication

What would you do?

"For the other half of the sky?"

memories, fond.
go, let alone.

It's going to be harder
for me to find you
among Them.

Nothing is as close to two people who don't say a word to eachother for the longest time,and yet don't feel as awkward and act as strangers would.

#PerfectlyNormal

Why,
Is it so hard
To think in negatives.
Than it is to
Prepare for the worst of storms.

Thinkaboutit

When numbers fail,
Candles melt.

The Corporate blood
Leads course:
It runs through veins
takes over dear,
dear words,
masks expression
like a trap
would.

But then,
the open sky
and sea
aren't far away,
are they?

Just as dainty candlesticks
That cast their shadow
On the warm, heavy
unused Furniture
by the fireplace,
So will one life
serenade
another.

Do I have to have a strong opinion?
Do I have to know how to pronounce crepe?
Do I have to express myself
my love, angst, and emptiness?

Well, then,

Look into my eyes.

Days, people, time
And me
Pass.

Trying to make sense.

Like a beautiful unfinished pot
That's broken.

Like

Pollen against the grain.

I wrote
Your name,
By the beach
Of a land so plain,
And it still remains.

Why ask for an opinion when you know you're not going to go by it?

When names
And faces
Become
Familiar
As strangers.

A penrose wish:
Movies I love never end
And some of my dreams are easy to realize.

Sometimes I don't know what else to say but that I miss you and I miss us.
- a someone

Some Feynman for the soul.

It’s in my head.
In my arteries and veins.

I don't know if travelling through strange lands will bail me out but I'm going to try, nevertheless.

To forge my mental tenacity if nothing else.

For the days seem long
when the Moon goes missing.

-
Pet Peeve
I hate smiling for more than a few minutes im any given situation. No, not because I like morbid or some such. But because my jaws ache bad after a point. Oh boy!

This time,
the breath,
another bed
of lies
in my head.

-
Memory of
Whiskey on the table:
Yellow.

-
Sabbath tomorrow:
and many moons ago
a thought was sown
on which I run
the rest of my life.

You mean
To me
What the moon
Is
to me.

Home of life
Rendered
Lifeless
Door
Yard away
Another home
another life
Another love
Of none.
Only to hold.

How I yearn
To sit by that bridge
With my feet in the chill waters
Of the stream running below
With a light head
a heavy heart
And no sound of people
for miles around.

Yeah. At least I can imagine it for now.
Does anyone here know how to stitch such dreams? :|

Dear Reader

Confession: I have selfish (bordering cryptic) posts here. I trust that you understand and respect that this is a way for me to lay my words in public but know that only I and those concerned will know why exactly something has been written.

It is probably reflective of my private personality but I sincerely haven't intended to write so. Yes, even after all these years I am not comfortable outside of my shell.

Thankyou for your support thus far,
Ramses

Heartburn

Burned heart.

Difficult to find:

People who are honest to themselves.

And when I do find them, it wrings my heart and strengthens my faith in humanity.

You are
The imperfection in perfection.

ijusthadtosaythis ii

You're not alone, loner!

Heehaw.

The more I
See people
Hear laughter
Smell ambiences
Touch tangibles
Speak words,

The more I
Feel empty,

The more I
seek our silences
and silent smiles
just as when
we listened to music
that defined us
with a glass of wine
by the Orange textured
walls of Shiv Krupa.

ijusthadtosaythis

it's like wine being aware of getting lonelier with time.

Choked

As I stand
in the still-coldness of my room
I see my hopes and loves
once upon
drift away
like the gentle sea breeze.

And as I stand
in the still-warmth of my room
I realize I can't speak
about any of it
however much I try
to clear my throat.

Happen
Tire
Tried
True
Smile
Smoke
Smell
Alive
Silence
Help
Trout
Swore
Swagger
Stitch
Shame
Figure
Guilt
Draft

Community, family, consortium, religion, country, state, institution..
All for a sense of belonging.
Farcical and empowering, nevertheless.

"Aasai mugam marandu poche
Adai, yaar idam solvennadi thozhi?
Nesam marakavillai nenjam
Enil ninaivu mugam marakalaamo?"

I can't seem to be able to
Write poetry
Anymore.

Coming to think of it, when it comes to grave situations, people do eventually become fighters one way or the other (even if they try to give up). You are labelled so as well to make yourself sound strong.

Well, you play along and act strong when you are already so, I guess.

United

Yea, it's that time of your life when behavior is a way of life but wish you could go back to the days when you wore behaviour and felt proud about it.

Irony of life: Holding your post-teen hormones as you enter twenty and believing that you want to die without hurting anyone.

Irony of life 2: Forced to think the above was a stupid ideal when you cross twenty five.

"So this is, this is how it feels to be crushed."

Premise

I have reason to believe that no one bears a stone for a heart. The thought that makes you not want to give up on humanity.

"What have they done to you, to your soul?"

"Is this how the ache of the heart feels, grandpa? It stings." "Where is my angst? Where is my Existential-Nihilist?"

Love

The more I try to find you in them, the more I know they can never be close to who you are and who you are to me.

And the best part is, I don't care about whoever in this world reads this but I truly wish you do. Someday. If leaving a footprint is easy then.

Do you?
Identify with them.
Do they know?
Who you truly are.

Which one do I go by?

Mugilinangal alaigiradhey mugavarigal tholaindanavo?
Mugavarigal tavariyadal azhudhidumo adu mazhaayo

**
Nilavinai nambi iravugal illai
Vilakkugal kaattum velichchaththin ellai
Oru vaasal moodi maru vaasal vaippaan iraivan.

And there are people -
who take a breath away -
like butterflies.

Meh ;)

"Helloo! Do I know-know you? :|"
"No, no!"

"You've changed... Well, thumbs up to the new avatar. I'd like to see the old you back someday, though."

"Your *e*** is not going to appreciate those who are true, is it?"

Big question

getting answered: Where did/do I belong?

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.