Blasphemy

How ironic is it that a group of men who pride themselves on being warriors is in fact so sensitive as to be wounded by mere words. All one really needs to slash and stab through their thick chestplates is a keyboard.

Words would actually be the best weapon against raw power and sheer strength in today's world.

Divali

A day when the mind plays tricks fancier than a golden spider bursting into flames high up in the sky, flashier than a million chinese rice lights dancing across windows, and hazier than the smoky streets reeking of burnt gunpowder.

An overgrown beard.

It is the lethargy and a distaste for life, combined with the need to procrastinate death, like almost every other task at hand, and all of it fuelled by morbid over-thinking, that is making me write such convoluted rubbish on a supposed to be festive Sunday afternoon.

Ganesh Visarjan

God is in the Rs 500 bills thrust into the mouths of drummers, making them beat their drums to an ear-splitting, ground-shaking, and heart-thumping, death.

God is the sweet bliss of an intoxicated trance.

Unacceptable

Too much life is wasted unintoxicated!

Iambs of Rum

Iambs of rum, iambs of rum he poured,
until his oft full glass could hold no more!

He poured a draft of spiced 'n' darkened rum,
and filled those two intoxicating eyes!

Oh Girl Brown Eyed! (Through the Blinds)

You peek to see the world outside
through the blinds; a rising tide
washes my heart's brown shore.

Hark! A bird calls from the west
through the blinds, your eyes in jest
follow its flight across the sun.

A fire in the setting sun aglow
through the blinds, your eyes of gold
paint brown my world alive.

You peek to see the world outside
through the blinds, oh girl brown eyed
I glimpse the world in you!

Los Marrones

Cuéntame tus secretos, tus suspiros, tus latidos.
¡Déjame saltar a los ojos marrones!

Streetlights and headlamps
Pepper the film of wet smoke
Wafting from her lips

Shivers down the spine
The raspy touch of sharp blade
Scraping down the neck

micmojo on black-and-white

"I wouldn’t say that black-and-white is always better than colour. It’s like, it depends a bit on the image, and there are beautiful colour images where everything comes together. What I like about black-and-white is that it takes you sort of out of the reality, because black-and-white is completely irreal. You know, everything is colour and you see colour all the time. That’s why I think black-and-white is a bit like stopping the time, stripping off reality, and looking at the soul or the core of something, the real, the bare minimum."

from 'Portrait of Jan Scholz' on Vimeo.

Mad

I like that word, mad. It still hasn't lost it's intensity.

The right path to god is simple.

Just follow the directions to the nearest temple and pretend that a god exists.

On the anniversary of a failed love, tonight I shall not be sleeping alone. I have, for company, this nagging toothache.

Religion cannot regulate it's own primitive instincts, is incapable of acknowledging it, and yet it seeks to control the universe.

How mature!

120ml

120ml of bliss tastes best during such trying times.

As I walk the road
My footsteps spill, onto streets
Of distant cities

Closure has been achieved. Now, a new phase. Some doubt, much certainty. Some fear, much finality.

Feels good.

Yellow bulldozer
Crawling, like a living thing
That can reproduce

Papery grey ash
Sinking in the air, drowning
The mind in static

Clinical Embryology Maxim

The sole purpose in life of the neural crest cells is to migrate, and they botch it big time.

Stench of formalin
As I mend, with deep sutures
Life's littered limbs


Inspired by these words of @thy_me_basil.

A part of my mind
gets drenched in a falling rain,
that does not exist.

Coffee spots, ink blots
Colonise the petri dish
Of an idle mind

Schism

Ousted the creepy voice in my head and now there's a gollum-like creature following me everywhere.

.

P.S. It has been sitting on a chair in my room, all day. Caught it on camera while it was busy fidgeting with it's toenails.

The scent of first rain
As my touch, pitter patters
Your unloved skin.

Who is it that I am supposed to see?

All I've done for the past 90 minutes is sat at my study table and sipped a gallon of water while vehemently talking to myself, aloud.


How exactly this is supposed to help me achieve my life goals is beyond me too.


...and 90 minutes ago I had sternly told myself, 'You have only 10 minutes. Not a minute more!'

So, who is it that I am supposed to see about this now?

What are words but mere words, without the emotional undertow that makes them poetry?

And what is poetry but mere poetry, without the reckless abandon that makes it love!

"Is there a God? Click here to find SIX REASONS that God exists."

Google Ad Sense has not been paying any attention, has it?

A Lilting Love

It is in the lilting melody of your thumri that my vagrant mind found it's path, my wayward heart it's rhythm, and my languishing love it's longing.

ख़यालों में अक़सर बहते चले जाने वालों में से हैं हम।
सुबह होने पर किनारों पे खींच लाने वाला कोई चाहिये॥

Liebesträume

O lieb, so lang du lieben kannst!
O lieb, so lang du lieben magst!
Die Stunde kommt, die Stunde kommt,
Wo du an Gräbern stehst und klagst!

Poem by Ferdinand Freiligrath

Set to music by Franz Liszt

Cut and rolled up thoughts
Smoulder on the lips, to breathe
A grey wordless smoke.

Studying

These days, studying has become the easiest thing to do, a convenient resort, and the only option.

So long.

There's only so long one can carry on with a raging craze within.

Shhhh....

Alan: 'So that's your big secret - Alcohol?! Isn't that just a temporary solution?'

Charlie: 'It's only temporary if you stop drinking!'

(Two and a Half Men S03E10)

Happy New Beer!

The Chenin tastes not the same as the Sauvignon to the trained tongue. As for the untrained, it just wants to get drunk. So go get me my beer and for you a happy new year!