Today I Am Feeling Very Sad

Today I Am feeling very sad,
As though anyday I feel good!

Life's irony never change,
Mans loyalty deviate
But who knows how much he is on the track.
Life is visual, life's illusion
We don't believe what we see,
People call us blind.
Nobody wants to listen whats right if it don't match their opinions;
You don't meet others to match but correcting and adopting.
They mock us proclaiming, "He is just a falling comet. Lets just watch him fall and enjoy."

My friends think I am a fool.
And those who think I am a genious are my enemies.
My friends were many but now decreasing.
I wonder if I started becoming more wise or they...

Calamity

War was on it's summit. They were killing them. Screams blasting our ears. A wide range of diverse screams loudly and forcibly were making us real.ize and feel their omnifarious pains. To restore the peace chaos uproared both sides. Somehow it ended, the impulsive war.

People describe it so simply that a war took place. Children learn very easily in their history books about wars, when and where they took place in numbers and without feelings. What about the calamities caused by them! Nobody realizes it until he loses someone some close.        

A Soirée on Ramadan's Sojourn

"Look at this fountain. It looks like as if someone's blood is boiling," pointed my colleague and humble friend Arhan.

Ramadan is taking its course and so the summer. It's time now that we should accommodate ourselves to the curriculum of this graceful month-so pure, so blessed. It is truely a month when life strolls in a low paced manner.

We fixed a soirée tonight after late night prayers. At the luxurious valley of Caffè Coffee Day engulfed with the aroma of coffee making and serving awaited the jollification. There we enjoyed some choco doughnuts and Caffè lattes. How pure they make it. I got lost in the vertigo of its blend. I wish Starbucks were here too in Varanasi. Never been there, only read about them.

We talked and did a lot of fun as we stamped to the mellifluous hum of the background classical music while sipping the sweet, soothing, reviving bitterness of the finest non-fat latte. At last we took a taxi ride home chewing some exotic tobacco. It was truely a night out.

Engaging Love 5: The Deviated Pole

June 10, 13, Mon

Today I met myself. Myself asked me if only then I got remembered him, when all left me!

No one was there, It was like trying to talk with a decayed corpse. Looking for light in the dark. Seeking children on swings after dusk. Searching old files after formatting. Fearing ghosts during daylight. Longing togetherness after breakup.

Love was not returning. Hope had gone threadbared, ragged and jarred with time. Murky uncharted waters of my life will not get known to anyone but meet its oblivion and get buried here between me and myself. 

                         -The End-

Engaging Love

Mar 10, 13, Sun

Some people have wit and confidence. But what that type of person requires? Can't he get what he wants? Does that man cares of someone other's wants and needs? Or he bends others desires to reach his own.

The gravity was according to its Law. Everything was going by the First Law of Newton. But hormonal disturbance made the physics of life an Uncertainty Principal.

Evolution of thoughts occured. Mutation of thoughts haunted me and my sleep cycle went worse. No one can predict where this relationship will go. My mind was drifting to find a proper refusal to this proposal of marriage which came all of a sudden from no where. Like a cosmic shower from another dimension. Against gravity, causing a change in momentum of my life.
She wanted an answer. I replied, "Later, after having some serious thinking". 

"Will wait for your call." 

Suddenly life became so much serious like a nuclear deal.

How We Can Change Our Fate

Sometimes we miss it, sometimes we hit it. Itscalled quantum event. Common people call it 'fate'. So every thing we do or decide to do ordon't decide to do is determined by a series of quantum events. And each quantum event has before its occurence has infinite possible outcomes. So that when we think anything orany idea comes to our mind, it is due to the quantum event which gave birth to that idea or thought. So due to infinite possibility of quantum events any idea or thought can come to our mind. This means it was due to this thing that the idea about gravitation came to Newtons mind. That was Newtons fate. That idea could have come to any one onthe world, but it happened with Newton only. This is because a single quantum event occurs at a very short period of time. For example to fire a bullet to kill anyone takes a fraction of seconds. But during this short timebillions of quantum events takes place. Because before firing the bullet there are many possibilities about the direction of the bullets, no one can say that the would get killed or injured or saved, etc. So for any single things there there are onfinite posibilities. And what really happens is called an event. I you want to change your fate. Change your quantum event. Choose the rightpossibility. Because a wrong quantum state can destroy your whole life. Because a single quantum event creates a whole new Universe!

An Avant Garde Painting

All were dressed in white (in our culture it is white on this occasion). I was here as soon as I got the obituary. It was the funeral of my freinds foster father. All went over silently. With a heavy heart I reached home. Alone. I still can't get away the memory of the creepy grave silhouetted in the cemetary. The stones,the dust, the dried trees and the diminishing sunlight. I went into the kitchen and put some water to boil while I dined some mashed potatoes and lettuce. I was eating lazily. The light was dim in the room. Scary. I looked at the kettle on the burner, the flame of the burner looked black and spreading and reaching the graveyard. I took the kettle, poured the water and made some coffee. With the cup I went towards the window. It was quite dark outside. The coffee seemed more black. I felt fear. Nervous. I don't know but why I thought to jump out of the window. First I'll fall and then start flying in the sky like a fairy crossing all mundane boundaries, reaching infinity. Random thoughts kept coming my mind. I took a knife, pin and needle and went in the bathroom. I sat in front of the mirror, naked. Starting from the needle and reaching to the pin I started carving a grave on the back of my hand. Blood dripped. But I felt no pain, or I felt! Soon I engraved the whole scary cemetery and my hand became bloody. I tried hard to add detail and etched fear in it. Then with the knife I scibbled, scratched and painted the loathesome memory like a painting.