Doing little things make you happy,
Today my maid didn't come,
I wa happy,
I had the house to myself.
I made my own breakfast,
Had it peacefully,
Without her hovering around me.
I washed the dishes,
Merry and cheerful,
Singing out of tune old songs,
As spurts of water spluttered on me,
My muscles were awakening,
Urging me to jiggle and wriggle..
Then I called the watchman to help me hoover the place,
I gave him the hoover and told him to move about freely ,
It was his first time with an electric item,
He made a through job not leaving a single spot chuckling and grinning,
He was more happy as I gave him bakshish(tip).
I felt exhilarated and experienced the spritual awakening of living.
14/2/2025

All the late nights are going to my head;
I study and study 'til I could drop dead.
(The whole time I long for my soft, cozy bed.)
Maybe I've thought this too many times over,
But high schoolers' homework is SUCH A DARNED BOTHER!

beauty is
afterglow on a face you
        want to bridge the         gap        to
a rickety bridge that holds on by old poles
strings that tether to the
connected ground

beauty rises;
       in wings flying
            beauty is like the sun spreading
it reaches like
              writhing vines up to the
    newly sprinkled sky

beauty flies;
          blown by the high winds and
    it’s in the leaves that have fallen;
beauty is in giving life, love
      and beauty breeds in the
              silence of the resting

the silence of the lived

beauty sleeps
in the amber painting the clouds, the silver linings;
        new nights to live and to be
                                beauty is to know

to understand without words

the dream is dreaming itself, we are its subjects
the mysterious writing of life, its ellusive quest
an inflationary expansion was deleting its traces
zero degree of consciousness in a moving aliveness
strange rhythms around and strange qualia
there were attributes without letters at first
before a predicate turned into subject
life othering itself into much more in its own image

life was chatting with itself before the knower and the known
spinning the seeds of time, change: its true substance
I am you and you are me but  we need
a symmetry break for the dawn of mind, the other of the body

so much was already done since life was rehearsing for eons its scripture, forms of habit, viable conventions
processing its otherness relentlessly
mind is this forest-creature exulting, hiding, defending,
breaking down, screaming, expulsing, recomposing, sprouting light and lightning

the very first thoughts traversed the barrier of vibrant void
their binding a translation of a body in time, a future storyteller
pure movement the nature of space, the wonder of above and bellow
the first qualia, tension and intensity, an unstructured  flow of frequencies, a cascade of warmth, fullness, emptiness,  
a body discovering herself, her unbearable, her rapture, the feeling of being

the centre is everywhere expanding, accelerating a creative chaos
thinking was just waking in the  field of a dreaming body
thoughts needed to outgrow slowly their skin of imaginary beings

then again and again
dreaming keeps decomposing the already thoughts trapped in their echo chambers, their networked cocoons circle our certainties
a thought needs to die to create another, a sacrifice to the god of the unknown
oh how many deaths we have already died recomposed only by dreaming, the solvent from which reality is born

intensively your body is translating feeling into dreaming,
extensively the mind is dislocating dreaming into thinking  
whille a distant star is crushing itself,  
love rehearses its gravity,
death is saturated by its own dismay

perhaps poetry is this witness of silent cosmogonies

God favoring us this year,
Locked in a way it appears,
You can not hold on to fear,
Its a different atmosphere,
All of these secrets crawling out from under the staircase, don't lose ya' peers,
The world ain't really ending , its nearly beginning,
We all gotta' try to get there,

Being as graceful as swingin like cindy , I know I shine like silk.
Rubbin them Vatican symbols off oreo cookies with no milk.
You don't wanna get in bed with that,
Instead of hatin' , research the facts,
they'll stay up late just to plot on you,
No Insomniacs,
We're born into it , we just love deceit.
Aware of things that we could never reach.

I'm sleep to da' , black men that don't treat their women right,
I'm sleep to da' , people that go out without a fight,
I'm sleep to da' , chaos that trump will bring in this country,
I'm sleep to da , women only wanting men just for money,
What is America ? I'm not American , very Indigenous,
Don't worry bout' what I got over here , mind ya' business,
think and over think , Don't be dumb, that'll cost you,
The one that walked out of the matrix, now they
behind you,

Being as graceful as swingin like cindy , I know I shine like silk.
Rubbin them Vatican symbols off oreo cookies with no milk.
You don't wanna get in bed with that,
Instead of hatin' , research the facts,
they'll stay up late just to plot on you,
No Insomniacs,
We're born into it , we just love deceit.
Aware of things that we could never reach.

I broke my own heart,
and with the sharp edges
I shaped my own soul,
beauty turned into terror
and from the rotten dreams
no roses bloomed.