This day
turned out to be good
We flowed
with time
till
we were swimming
in these
happy moments
in the calmness
of the carefree sleep
in the embers
of smoking hearth
in the laughs
of drunken stupor
and the coolness
of the legs dipped
in the flowing river
of the happy times
yeah
it was good
Blur
Speeding
Rushes past
Differences
Till there is no one
Yet there is everything
The boundaries blur and merge
There is no more the mine and yours
I ride on me and speed past myself
I go beyond me, and there I reach me
#etheree
If I had two
free tickets
I would travel
on both
one where
I want to go
one where
life takes me
I am sure
the two of us
would meet
at the same place
and talk
of the two paths
that came together
What would you change about modern society?
Modern
is new
It’s the product
of change
it rides
on the arrow of time
which moves only towards tomorrow
what is modern now
is a sum of collective
urge for change
a common shift
of mindset
so would I want to change
modern to ancient?
Can I?
What do you listen to while you work?
The BOSS
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I am
Hungry
ravenously
The food
Beacons
Lusciously
Some dishes
I chew and eat
some I just ogle
some fill me
with fragrance
I like some,
some I despise
some just
fill me with feeling
some
make me remember
there is so much
in abundance
I consume
through the five pores
I eat so much
yet I am
never
full
I think
I should
eat it All
till nothing is left
or sometime
I think
I should just fast
till I feel
hungry no more
What’s your favorite game (card, board, video, etc.)? Why?
LIFE!!!
WHY?…that’s the eternal question
To cook
a dish
is a dream
Just any dish
but the sugar
and the salt
Alas
I erroneously
mix
I cook
guided
by the
nose
I disregard
the recipe
and the prescribed
dose
I don’t
make a mess
but dirty
is what the kitchen
has become
it’s not intentional
but it seems
to be
a natural
outcome
so now I am
banned from
being near the
hearth
so the opportunities
to cook
are certainly
in a dearth
The flute plays
A melody
Soothing and flowing
I wonder
Who owns the song
And Where lies the music
The dexterous fingers
Playing on the vents
Claim the song
as theirs to play
The wooden pipe boasts too
of having the requisite length
And the characteristic timber
The mind proclaims
Oh so vainly
I am the conceiver,
of those insightful notes
I am the one who guides
those fingers to play
ever so elegantly
But then there came the voice
From the warm depth
of the beating heart
For there arose that feel
That rush of ecstasy
Of knowing the song
Before it was ever heard
For there, flowed the notes
Before they could ever be
written and composed
From there it resonates in many hearts
Those who hear and feel
the same ecstatic rush
and the shared rhythm of the heart
There
In multitude of pure hearts
resonating in a happy rhythm
Where they all sway in gay abandon
Is where, the song belong
And there I feel
lies the music
My Tales Within