What's the difference between
swimming and drowning, you ask?
Well, we only swim sometimes..

Standing.
Waiting.
I let the vehicles pass
Even if I can easily go across

what if we are subjects
waiting in our cells.
not the uncomfortable kind.
but where we are important.
and we can download anything.

what if this is a moment.
a moment of decision.
in an assembly of aliens.

and at the immigration desk
we must state the purpose of our visit.

we cannot be too hasty.

Three Persons

Where is this?
But, NO. It is everywhere.
Colours unite and divide.
But to the prism, it is just another day.
Why aren't the colours solid?
Why don't they meld into the prism?

How are we so sure?
That the ideas we think outshine every other.
That we have the power to change this sorry world.
We think of our superpowers.
But all we do ever is enable this amoeba
more and more everyday.
-
Green, endless green.
Maybe they think that they should create
Natural Parks and Sanctuaries
to protect humans from their deadly logic.
Hey! Maybe they do!
-
I await the beauty and the epics.
But beyond the turn, there is only a lake



2. The Swirl Begins

The first thought that comes to my mind
is the shape of shapes.
It's not about a square or a triangle or a circle in particular.
Just the idea of symmetry in the Third Dimension.
But sadly, so much brilliance and symmetry
adds up to form so much asymmetry.
Not that it isn't beautiful.
But somehow the point is lost in the heap.
What is perfect?
Thankfully my train of thought takes me
to more beautiful places.
Where 'symmetry', 'meaning' are just vibrations.. Sounds..
God! I want to believe!!
But not believing is so much fun!
**** that! Swirl!!



3. Paddy on the Rocks . [A Description]

Zombies and Aliens do not reside here.
We walk along without any fear.

Why, you ask?
We wish we could tell.

Somehow we realise
that it is here we can smell.

Drop.
Stop.
Swirl. Up..
Write.
Wish i didn't.
No i don't.
We all just don't know what we would do, if we could do whatever we think we wanted to do.
Swirl. Down.
SsHHhhh...

A nap parent
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hat pro videsan
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spectral nonsense
last only a few centimeters.

After eight long years
we assemble again
with those old costumes
to play those old roles.
To complete the revolution.
But silly me,
I always forget to discount
the leap years..

I'm about seventy eight per cent sure
That ninety per cent of murderers
Lose it
Because they have become
Too tall for their favourite blankets.
Offense is the best defense now..

As they revolved
Welcoming me
Into the mechanization
The clock whispered "10.10"
All the answers
were now vaguer. Better.
AFK

Today I saw a shadow.
I asked him what the time was.
He told me to *******.

this is a deck it seems
the ***** i swallowed
will regurgitate soon enough

but i stand here at the edge of humanity
gawking at the beauty of the extremes.
a joke some of us pretend to understand.
a joke so terrible
nobody really wants to laugh.

time+the salty waves
have washed away the name of this ship
so you can call it whatever the ******* want

Some people are afraid of death.
Others of spiders.
Many fear extreme heat
Being trapped in a small box,
and having to think
of their shallow insides,
the mechanisms
which they disregarded for so long.
A transparent partition
Through which they can see
other oblivious, happy people.
Some fear this.
Of slowly running out of words
even as things become clearer
(A dramatic pause ensues)

Me? I'm just afraid of spiders..

The hearse ride was pleasant,
Through the glass windows
seeing people pass by.
But when I reached
the grave,
I realised
That there was a misprint
on my epitaph.
Now I must wait another day,
before they bury me.

a long long time ago
when we all were babies
we couldn't read or understand
we were openly racist and funny
we loved and hated
we still hated the future
but the reasons seemed to make sense
we had just one world

its so difficult now
to be realistic
to colour within the lines
to love and to hate
to say
two much

what is tomorrow
but a photograph

of you, me and colours.

Although we are yet to decide
what is you
what is me

And who is colourful.

turn the page
into gold
-
the only thing that convinces me that I'm still sane
is that fact that i continue to question my sanity

"I always pray to God
To give me more suffering
So i can talk to myself more"
Said a voice.
I think it came out of my mouth.