My Pug Marks

a few patches remain and then my hut will be ready i have built it stronger this time i guess it will sustain but that does not mean that i would be expecting storms to test it through no i would not want that as it had seen enough the previous time it was rough oh i so hope that those patches i cement before anything happens [just in case] and i work arduously to finish the job coz it is to be done and i work hard but i simultaneously hope too as hope is a good thing even though i do not think that it would matter much as what is to happen will happen but i do have that hope that my patches would be patched pretty soon pretty soon.

I suddenly remembered, that I used to like facts. Never remembered many though, but I used to like them. So, it is kind of an acceptance of this very fact, he he, that I write here. Here is a fact : Test Match between India and South Africa. Rahul Dravid was on crease for 400 minutes and scored 111 runs. Virender Senwag was on crease of 539 minutes and scored 319 runs. I would say, yay! Rahul Dravid is back! he is playing as sturdy and slow as he used to in his prime days..lol. OK, enough.

and suddenly the breeze blew wafting a fragrance unheard of in mystic times tête-à-tête a normal one becomes life’s bet all expressions encapsulate feelings all feelings comprise life itself breeze grows stronger it hadn’t lasted longer sparks flow lightening up the sky of my heart with a brilliant shimmer there my moon shines on the horizon of love ready to break the remarkable splendor over those mini stars it is almost stormy now exchange of thoughts of unsaid vows of unselfish love my moon strings a tale of tender hearted blossom a blossom which blooms just about now a hope in barren grounds it will survive amongst wilds it hiss of Blizzard and Bliss.

For a moment A very small one though I wanted, yet again For that instance Had in it wrapped Everything, that could perhaps… That moment Encapsulated All glory and pain Like what you feel A bit before All life seeps out With that last breath A ting before A new born ails For the very first time A crystallized moment Like a stone Just about to touch Those calm waters A petal in morn With dew rolling off In a moment’s falter A feeling In such a fury To leave as it came It all happened In that moment For a moment…

Ha! This and that. Thin and gone fat. Ping here pong there. What's there to fear? Ding! This has happened. Dang! All colours blend. Nice colours they are. They should be far. Sigh! All scribbled around. Boundaries all tightly wound. Crap! I should flee. To the farthest sea. Poof! Here I am. Whaaaaat! Lost still am. A power I desire. A majestic stately fire. Whoosh! There it cinders. That mad colour blender. It was useless waste. With horrid acrid taste. Noooooooooooo!!!! Burn it more. Now! More and more. Don' let nuthin remain. Burn the burnt again. Sheesh! Did it help? Bitch! Don't you yelp. Four words each line Four lines each rhyme. Shit! It will yelp. Despite being half dead. Life it is sure. Can't contain in 4X4.

मोको कहाँ ढूंढें रे बन्दे मैं तो तेरे पास में न तीरथ में न मूरत में न एकान्त निवास में न मंदिर में न मस्जिद में न काबे कैलास में मैं तो तेरे पास में बन्दे मैं तो तेरे पास में न मैं जप में न मैं तप में न मैं बरत उपास में न मैं किरिया करम में रहता नाहीं जोग सन्यास में नाहीं प्राण में नाहीं पिंड में ना ब्रह्माण्ड आकाश में ना मैं प्रकुती प्रवार गुफा में नाहीं स्वांसों की स्वांस में खोजी होए तुरत मिल जाऊं इक पल की तलास में कहत कबीर सुनो भई साधो मैं तो हूँ विश्वास में. Where do you search me? I am with you Not in pilgrimage, nor in icons Neither in solitudes Not in temples, nor in mosques Neither in Kaba nor in Kailash I am with you o man I am with you Not in prayers, nor in meditation Neither in fasting Not in yogic exercises Neither in renunciation Neither in the vital force nor in the body Not even in the ethereal space Neither in the womb of Nature Not in the breath of the breath Seek earnestly and discover In but a moment of search Says Kabir, Listen with care Where your faith is, I am

J ust read some of these hot discussion topics at various places: 1. The Holy Roman Empire was neither Holy, nor Roman, nor an Empire. Discuss. 2. The business of business is business. 3. If women had a third eye. He he..now why am I bothering the reader (like you) who has been kind enough to come and visit my blog (and I am grateful for that) with this stuff? Frankly, I don’t know myself. I started to write in an anticipation that I would get something meaningful to write, as I write. But I guess, I could let it stop here. May be that, in itself proves a point. A point that quite a few things remain unfinished forever. Unfinished love story. Unfinished passion. Unfinished creation. Unfinished thoughts. Unfinished task. Unfinished goals. Unfinished endings. We, human beings, derive so much from unfinished that it makes me wonder, what all we could gain if that unfinished had finished. An unfinished phenomenon, gives enough to ponder upon. An unfinished act of love could transform a per

And the time proceeds, Like a tumble weed. In front of eyes, Through countless ryes. With distaste, relentless, Butchered, countless. When every high, Is a supreme low. Where ecstasy, Is a pale shadow. It passes, Like clockwork. With many spindles, Synchronized quirk. O Time, O dear Time, Never mine, never thine. I pine for you, To stick like glue. And you just fake, My feelings, forsake. And I want you to go, With respectful bow. You stay, Why? I pray? Eons, Ages, centuries burn, And you stay taciturn. A bit goes, And you go verbose. Time, O dear time. When will you come to be mine?

In our life, we meet people. A lot of them. All types of them. And one wonders, when will a time come, when you will see the last person who would make you feel a particular way and then, you would have had met him and seen him, there would be no one different left to meet. That last person never comes. People are different, more different than any generalization we could ever ‘tag’ them in. Like the finger prints, cloud formations, unicellular Amoeba, they can be anything. And then, it is but a natural tendency to meet people, and expect a few of them to be good to you. So, in a generalization that is supposed to be avoided, we suddenly categorize, not broadly, but all the people into two basic categories. One group has all those whom you could possibly like, love, talk to, and anything else in the favourable criteria of your judgement. And the other category contains all those from mundane to the very vicious ones you have ever met. Obviously, everyone wants more of the former catego