A vacuum is born

In an empty heart

One merged into another

One lost in the other

 

I watch from a distance—

Unresponsive,

I’m emptiness personified.

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Giberish

Between summer and winter lies life. Life dies soon. Death lives forever.

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Random Conversations with God

God: “Why are so sarky?”

Me: “Why are so bothered?”

God: “Because it hurts to see you like this.”

Me: “Then you can’t be God! Because hurt is an emotion of humans.”

God: “I live in each one of you. You and I are one.”

Me: “You are such a narcissist. You can’t see beyond yourself. If all you want is *yourself*, then why create others?”

God: “Please don’t personify me. Why do you humans always personify that which can’t be restricted to shapes, forms, senses, and mind?

Me: “Then why are you talking to me? Don’t behave like humans do, if you are not one?

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I’m not what I’m

The good thing about intruding thoughts is they dissolve before I organize them. The bad thing is they leave deep impressions, and with this slips away from my hands the rein of my life–these impressions govern what I do from moment-to-moment.

One moment I want to own Grand Vitara, the next I miss that who could have changed my life forever; hopefully for good. Suddenly, the Grand Vitara or the house with a beautiful garden become meaningless… desires are chameleons.

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I loved you in that moment…

Aversions to the world melted
under the dark sky—
nameless and those
you and I christened.
A wounded heart cleansed
of the poison iced yonks ago.
In the dim light
your eyes shone brighter than the stars.
My heart emptied
to receive your love—
in those moments.

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Mara

Disappointments continue to prick your heart, until their cause is eradicated intelligently. Disappointments keep coming back to you in different forms. You deal with one, and another awaits you; they disguise as people and situations. Many times I studied the anatomy of disappointments so much so that I conquered them, but that which you conquer, conquers you in return.

 

Gravels hide among wheat grains.

I’m nescient of the divinity of the grains—

Darkness of the pebbles rivet me.

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Meaningless words

Words are words after all; they have no meaning in the realm of inner experiences. Words can’t describe an experience without limiting it in the vocabulary of those who use them.

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Political Filth…

Until two days ago I was not interested in politics. Before this I have never ever watched news or read newspapers because I don’t want to know whose knee is hurting (half dead in bodies but monstrously alive in minds are these old politicians); who has spit on whose face; who has looted our tax money, and so on. Why watch TV or read paper when no news is good news. When I can’t change things, why sulk over them. Par kya karoon dil hai ke manta nahin. Feel negative, will sulk!

I want to release the negative energy I have generated in my psyche because it doesn’t let me live silently, peacefully. Since last two days this energy has been dirty dancing in my mind. So here I puke (randomly):

• Adwani and his party made Hindu religion their USP, but this Hindu man forgot his own religion. The Bhagwat Geeta says that in the old age, that is, after fulfilling your family responsibilities, everyone should move away from the worldly desires and relationships and try to be one with the Supreme. But what we have seen in his case is just the opposite; the senile Adwani has been so much attached to the gaadi, which he has not even got to feel even once, that he has lost his conscience. Khisyaani Billi Khamba Noche.
• Mayawati made a statement that UPA, NDA couldn’t risk a dalit being the PM. She has started this bitchy game again. If being dalit really means the deprived one, then I doubt if she is a dalit. If dalit means being born as a minority and live like a king/queen, I don’t mind coming back as one really.
• In Incredible, Shining, Pious India, education and job opportunities are reserved based on casts. So what happens is, the riches who belong to the scheduled, minor, and so-called low casts exploit these reservations and delightfully rape the mutilated country. Why can’t our otherwise brilliant and shrewd politicians come up with a simple and effective solution, that is, reserve seats only for those who are below the poverty line?
• Lalu looted Bihar and takes pride in it. So does Chowtala for looting Haryana. I have heard similar things about Jaya lalitha, who owned/still owns Tamil Nadu? (I’m really bad at it.)
• Britishers had looted India before Independence. Brits left India naked and starving. Lalu, Chowtala left Bihar and Haryana more or less in the same condition. But there is a difference here. Laloo has revived the unconscious Indian Railyways. Another difference is Britishers left us for good in 1947, but Laloo wants to suck the whole country now. He wants to become the PM. Mayawati and Laloo will give each other good competition. Someone should convince them for a taalwarbaazi competition. That will end both of them, if we are lucky. Well, then why these two? There are hundreds of MPs, MLAs in our parliament who will do exactly what these people did, and it’s just that they have not got a chance yet. Why wait for those criminals to get strong and show their worse colors?
• People who aspire to join politics, police, or Indian Administration Services do that with the single objective of exploiting and looting the country and therefore becoming powerful and rich.
• I wonder why people like Abdul Kalaam and Manmohan Singh joined Indian politics. Looks like they lost it for a bit. Thank God, Narayanmurthi decided against joining politics. Poor guy would have been killed (emotionally and mentally) thousand times by now.

The filth that dirties our villages and cities is nothing compared to the filth that has contaminated our conscience.

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Life in a haiku

A life is lost

In each passing moment—

A life is born

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I’m now nobody, too.

I move away from myself

As I march toward you.

You were always nobody

I’m now nobody, too!

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