It gives me moments
Takes me on
I paint it
Talk to it
Ask it to shut up
Learn skills to sharpen it
Look up to it
Make love to it
Write about it
Share it
I give up on it
Sedate it
Sometimes wish for a wipe out
But I guess the MEMORY has a journey of it's own
I fool around & call it MY MEMORY
It is mine & yet....
Look at me
Tell me what happened?
And who can answer this....
The gaps are filled in with time, Always.
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Friday, October 29, 2010
The Child Song
Noises and more noises
Of birds and flights
Of honey and flowers
What they were today
Is what they will be today
Noises and more noises
Of a child running in circles
Of a man asking about his I
What they were today
Is what they will be today
Noises and more noises
Of the fun of finding out
Of the wings old and new
What they were today
Is what they will be today
Noises and more noises
Of the clock that ticked
Of coffee and smokes
What they were today
Is what they will be today
Noises and more noises
Of my name and that stranger who left me tonight
Of about things that I wanted to share with you
What they were today
Is what they will be today
Noises and more noises
Of the desires of an empty stool by the bar
Of where to go for the real blacks and real whites
What they were today
Is what they will be today
Of birds and flights
Of honey and flowers
What they were today
Is what they will be today
Noises and more noises
Of a child running in circles
Of a man asking about his I
What they were today
Is what they will be today
Noises and more noises
Of the fun of finding out
Of the wings old and new
What they were today
Is what they will be today
Noises and more noises
Of the clock that ticked
Of coffee and smokes
What they were today
Is what they will be today
Noises and more noises
Of my name and that stranger who left me tonight
Of about things that I wanted to share with you
What they were today
Is what they will be today
Noises and more noises
Of the desires of an empty stool by the bar
Of where to go for the real blacks and real whites
What they were today
Is what they will be today
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Pavements of broken stones
Not a stone out of place
Carrying canes and times
Death - a perception
An eclipse - of love
Somehow
However funny this sounds
When life is done with a body
It blows it up
isn't it always
that it's the action
which tells the story
I am in now
The good guys
The bad apples
and a police man inside all of them
captured by us brilliantly
Not a stone out of place
Carrying canes and times
Death - a perception
An eclipse - of love
Somehow
However funny this sounds
When life is done with a body
It blows it up
isn't it always
that it's the action
which tells the story
I am in now
The good guys
The bad apples
and a police man inside all of them
captured by us brilliantly
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Mitti ko mutt kahein - sut hi ko putt kahein,
Kanchan ko bhukan, katari loha bhakk hai,
Peetar ko zhari kahein - bawarien khalari kahein,
Neer ko tarang kahein - kasiin thari aankh hain,
Baai ko bhagura kahein - tej ko masura kahein,
Kat hi ho mutt kahein, naam do rakh hein,
Tesehi aap ish hi ko jeev kahein,
Aap toh behosh rahein, ish pare bakh hein.
Kanchan ko bhukan, katari loha bhakk hai,
Peetar ko zhari kahein - bawarien khalari kahein,
Neer ko tarang kahein - kasiin thari aankh hain,
Baai ko bhagura kahein - tej ko masura kahein,
Kat hi ho mutt kahein, naam do rakh hein,
Tesehi aap ish hi ko jeev kahein,
Aap toh behosh rahein, ish pare bakh hein.
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Testify me
In a feeling
In memory
Understanding conditioning
and the
Totality of all
As in a process
Of truths and transformations
of
How an I governs
Source and the recognition
Who knew this
The mystics
And the biologists
And was it
As knowledge or as a fact
Why do I maintain
this separation all
the time.
With even things around.....
At all times?
In a feeling
In memory
Understanding conditioning
and the
Totality of all
As in a process
Of truths and transformations
of
How an I governs
Source and the recognition
Who knew this
The mystics
And the biologists
And was it
As knowledge or as a fact
Why do I maintain
this separation all
the time.
With even things around.....
At all times?
Monday, October 18, 2010
ANYWHERE
The cloud had no path
No path
It was yet in a certain job
It had to evolve
By default
A change took place
To come
In a mortal cloud
It had a life
That was a potential
It wasn't only a cloud
It saw anger
Frictions
It saw itself compelled
It was life
In the path
Of no path
No somehow
No source
Yet all of this
Felt like a sunflare
That it could travel
ANYWHERE.
No path
It was yet in a certain job
It had to evolve
By default
A change took place
To come
In a mortal cloud
It had a life
That was a potential
It wasn't only a cloud
It saw anger
Frictions
It saw itself compelled
It was life
In the path
Of no path
No somehow
No source
Yet all of this
Felt like a sunflare
That it could travel
ANYWHERE.
Saturday, October 16, 2010
The inside
What's that to me
What's that of you to me
The inside of me to me
Are these million thoughts
Nothing mysterious
Something that you can't
Hear or Know
I am this that or the other to me
It's a world in which I exist
What interests you
What is that you want to know
What is that you observe
My conduct
How I tie my shoe laces
See and try and observe or
To understand the
World in which I exist
I look at you for the same reasons
To know your insides
From the actions of your outsides
You would throw me some abstractions
You keep quiet
You like or don't like your insides
You study people
As a mind concept
You try to want you
You want to know it
And I see it
Just as you see it
If I tell you
It's the same
But we want to put questions
To ourselves
To make something come about
To some imaginations of the seeking
Where am I sad
Where am I happy
Where do I rest
Where do I move
Where do I remain same
Where am I in a movement
Where do I go to sleep
Where do I wake up to
Now I don't want to know
What I need to make of me
Things that I am interested in
Remain as it is
Nothing necessary
In all fields
Something that you make
Make of you from an so called inside
To know what's inside of me
What's that to me
What's that of you to me
The inside of me to me
Are these million thoughts
Nothing mysterious
Something that you can't
Hear or Know
I am this that or the other to me
It's a world in which I exist
What interests you
What is that you want to know
What is that you observe
My conduct
How I tie my shoe laces
See and try and observe or
To understand the
World in which I exist
I look at you for the same reasons
To know your insides
From the actions of your outsides
You would throw me some abstractions
You keep quiet
You like or don't like your insides
You study people
As a mind concept
You try to want you
You want to know it
And I see it
Just as you see it
If I tell you
It's the same
But we want to put questions
To ourselves
To make something come about
To some imaginations of the seeking
Where am I sad
Where am I happy
Where do I rest
Where do I move
Where do I remain same
Where am I in a movement
Where do I go to sleep
Where do I wake up to
Now I don't want to know
What I need to make of me
Things that I am interested in
Remain as it is
Nothing necessary
In all fields
Something that you make
Make of you from an so called inside
To know what's inside of me
Thursday, October 14, 2010
"Goodmorning Mr. Raj"
Me on an invisible mode
As my response of that Goodmorning was
I looked in the mirror
The image did seem mad
True upto a point
Would you love the color of the bottle or
What's inside
"Yes a friend would be fine"
Stay in just that long
Linger for some moments more
What could be more serious
A memory or convenient being old
"Goodmorning Mr. Raj, would you light me up"
Me on an invisible mode
As my response of that Goodmorning was
I looked in the mirror
The image did seem mad
True upto a point
Would you love the color of the bottle or
What's inside
"Yes a friend would be fine"
Stay in just that long
Linger for some moments more
What could be more serious
A memory or convenient being old
"Goodmorning Mr. Raj, would you light me up"
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
The truth from truth
An inside from inside
How is a thought
These many many years also thoughts
A force called life
An act of see
A duality that says Hi
With myself or my ideas
When I say I am awake
All multiplies and then follows
Memories and its continuity
My own story in my dream
Deeply deeply out of this
An inside from an inside
Just walking around
An inside from inside
How is a thought
These many many years also thoughts
A force called life
An act of see
A duality that says Hi
With myself or my ideas
When I say I am awake
All multiplies and then follows
Memories and its continuity
My own story in my dream
Deeply deeply out of this
An inside from an inside
Just walking around