The fences and the fence maker.

Seeing distinctly the gradual process; the curtain slowly came down the fences. The fence maker could still see a part of the fences; he could not feel the sadness as he could also see the Vast expanse without beginning, middle or end.
His fences always defined them and now they were being striked out. He was at ease with the sight which was free of all constraints and with his mind that was filled with childlike humour. He stood like an impassive witness like the tamarind trees outside his fences; the home was now seen.

The Child

I closed my eyes and a child sang I heard him jump and shout he beckoned me to run in the wilderness of my mind; the lust to fly and the and the joy to dive.

The child leaped a sunshine to mock my gray hair, and laughed at my stiffness;

living every move he wanted to make a gypsy great.

The heavens opened as he soared high;

the stars laughed at his madness;

smiling at my weariness the face of my dream made me dance to his songs.

ODDS

I passed through a thousand rooms tonight stacked with odds, had I not known the end, I would have stopped.

Fear

Fate ended when fear stopped operating,
It was awkward when life held my hand,
Entering a wall with no doors,
I came home and my steps knew,
The certainity called life.

Imaginations

Imaginations stood still and the thoughts became subtle,
did my mind originate from where the brook began its journey, and
why would I care for my source, if I could never free me of time.
The unbalanced forces nurtured my perceptions, imaginations then
destroying the limitations of my mind, forced it to ask questions for which there were no answers.
Existence of reality exists only within the simplicity of life, a force so undefined, throwing in imaginations of new interpretations and of my existence, with the desires in constant chaos that could make altering reality a certain possibility.

Delusions

The realization of a deluded state of mind dawned a new thought, where am I in relationship to myself got a whole new meaning.

I sat walking through my mind, understanding where thoughts come from, each bringing their own realm, realms of the self-mind I saw never existed ever.

The calmness and stillness arise from delusion, they appear suddenly and are lost the next moment, their true existence will always be questionable.

I paced through my mind, and the certainty that I carried with it was that I shall never stop and stay in the realms of a deluded path.

ANGER

Emotions ran high
The blood gushing
Boredom had made in roads
The eyes knew the taste of time
The hands of clock had strike'd'
So much energy lied there to be thrown up
I looked at I
I then looked at life
What could it do
What did it care
Anger could set me free
Anger an extraordinary expression of life
Was all that I could ever use
I was told I should not use anger
Control it
Censor it
Who wanted to limit life
Who wanted to censor life
Who made the emotions run high
Who set the boredom in my "I"
Not Life
For it still makes anger available to me.

Last night in the rains; read a book that was too detailed.
What ever happens now cannot be controlled.

Lights and Shadows

The movement of thought
The movement through lights and shadows
Can I clarify what I see; what I hear
A feeling begging to be named
To be imagined
The threatened mind
The threatened image
It's movement through lights and shadows
I rise and so do the flames
The shadow of the flickers
Count on me the breath exhales
Bellowing the fire to a cracker
And I look for rain
Hard rain
All that rains is the
The movement of lights and shadows

Inheritance

Inherited the genome

Inherited the mind

Inherited the talking

Inherited the clubs

Inherited the word

Inherited the world

It was a big risk coming here all by myself

Let me drive a hard bargain

What I inherited

To what COULD Have Happen

What is the action of accepting?

Adding something more to the memory?

And without knowing what memory is?

To look in to me is something that is not possible because I'm busy looking in to you.

Censorship to maintain a false status quo in the society gives birth to the Irrational behavior that a subject himself cannot explain, desire, or control & hence it becomes a disorder that can't be looked into because the subject himself is the creator of the censorship and the society; the society is not outside of him.

I'm the society and I would be a damn fool to claim that all my actions are rational or I'm a rational man, I have had my stupid moments and crazy outcomes, but the point is I call them stupid or label them crazy because of the moral codes of conduct laid down by me. To look in to me is something that is not possible because I'm busy looking in to you.

despair

He searched the world for truth, thought he the man child as winters are next to spring; the storm and his walk alone with a promise of a yellow sky. He wanted to live his gold mine, trying his fate in a perplexing planet.
Is it why man looked up to the moon?
He was on his knees in despair, being dragged by some mystic yonder. Do you want to hear my story the man child asked God; and the whistle sang that was all you wanted my dearest "your story" and that was your idea of truth that you searched, your story above everything else. You have your story now so why this despair and why this weariness; go sing your story and live,
I'm irrelevant and will always be to all your ideas and mentations so even I can only wish that you could be happy again.

YOU SEE IT ONLY WHEN YOU WANT TO SEE IT.
YOU CAN WHENEVER YOU WANT.
NOTHING CHANGES TILL YOU SEE.
NOTHING CHANGES AFTER YOU SEE.
SEEING SHOULD NEVER BE DISCOURAGED.

Hunger and only hunger can fine tune my capacities, no one create it for me, no one can destroy it.
" Tujhe dekhoon toh aaye lab pe khusi"

AM I?

Am I on automatic?
Am I on automatic where my start and end results in my further evolution?
Am I choosing within a framework and call it choosing but in actual the options available or those that I see have are as it is non-existent because of the automation I run on?
If I am a right brain guy I would see this like that.
If I am left brain guy I would hold my pen like this.
What if the complete universe is in loops?
Can every law that we have been able to pin point and observe are in some sort of a cycle?
The short cycles can be observed in one life cycle i.e. 65 /75 years or I could keep data of last 600 years and try to come up with a cyclic law?Can the glaciers tell me the story of the earth of past millions of years?
Can they show some cyclic patterns?
What if I take a quantum jump as to where I can read your mind?
Would you call it evolution or a matter of chance that I happened to read your thoughts?
What if then there is no coming back to what I was before the jump?
If chance existed the chance could reverse my quantum jump, can I suddenly find myself in stone age, if at micro level I can find the electrons anywhere; so at macro level should I find myself anywhere by chance?