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.