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The noise trots and readies to gallop
Prying and prying that I don’t wanna feel
I pray if not silence but at least white noise
But the wall of play smirks and stops none

If I could would sleep away to kingdom come
Let it run its course soothed away
But my head expands beyond gore
As the horizontal seems to activate it more

My pupil stares ahead and goes side to side
Reality strikes what I have is what I don’t
I look for an answer with which I can stop
And thoughts went to the bauble blower’s art

My head feels heavy and my feet runs cold
a wondrous ache covers me from head to toe
i hold the blower’s pride but my head says no
and the soaring bird comes crashing down

I really don't know

Guano and copper from Chile. Beef from Argentina, Brazil and Australia fed on fodder crops grown after clearance of forest land. Diamonds and blood diamonds from Africa. Hardwood from the equatorial and tropical forests of the under-developing and developing world. Oil from the Middle East . Wool from New Zealand from pasture fed Sheeps. Metals and minerals from the grounds of Asian and African countries. Immigrants from the developing world. Gas from Central Asia. Cotton from Egypt. Bananas from the Banana republics.
Most gone to adorn the bodies, bellies, homes, offices, infrastructure, vehicles in Europe and North America. I sometimes wonder if the balance of mass and weight of the globe would be maintained in equilibrium with the transfer of so much mass to one region of the world. If not would the Earth tilt over or rotate elliptically? …LOL

Disclaimer: What I wrote is not influenced by the movie 2012

About dusts in my eyes and home

Where does one belong?.
I wonder if anyone has ever felt detachment and attachment at the same time. A chemical balance so out of equilibrium that sometimes one feels happily unhappy and unhappily happy. A mind so conditioned with the unhappiness and suffering, real and imagined (I suppose), that it does not know when and how to experience what. An overflow of emotions that makes actions and thoughts aligned in the quickest pursuit of happiness or rolling down a highway to self destruction. Family and friends do hold and help one keep grounded but what about the hollow space in their absence?- stabbing jolts of pain with constant throbbing from dawn to dusk, as if the ghosts of punishments from past lives are having a carnival in ode to one’s sorrow.
Learning to be stoic is not an answer and can never be learned anyway. Even if it were possible it would take away the very essence of our presence in this world. We were meant to suffer and to make others suffer, as designed by the divine plan of the divine friend upstairs. Stumbling tragic comics trying to make sense of our lives and only seeing ahead, not really knowing that there are laughs behind while we only try to see the smiles in front. Bereft of real intelligence of which we are given in quotas, we grovel along like worms with perceived views from above.
It’s an insane world and the best way to combat it is insanity. Thinking about it there is no way out (if one would want to skip along this path of the living), perhaps the best way would be to find an insane partner and fight this insane world with double insanity, a childlike insanity. Maybe that is what is Home! A Goa in the sky with lullabies from a thousand diamondback rattles.

Dreams of a starry night

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Manali-Leh-Srinagar-Part 2

Worlds/Walls of our own

We all live in our own worlds, creating walls which encircle us and are hard to break down. Our citadels are our bastions of wretchedness where we hardly let the omnipresent rays of joy shine through. A top view as of today i.e the 18th day of September 2009, would reveal roughly 6.785 billion such citadels in a vast plain of emptiness with the broken down bricks and mortar of citadels long gone.

Sometimes an enlightening effort would bring some of these citadels together and a restructuring would take place but nevertheless the end would just be another bigger citadel.

We all want to reach out but are afraid due to many reasons. Life's illogical and irrational behavior teaches us a hide and seek game which makes our lives bereft of logic and rationality. We subjectively end up time and again with building our walls higher and higher not really knowing that the answer lies in the the horizontal and not the vertical. Vertical towers of babels where a few lead lives of confusion and where the few mouths confuse the ears and the minds with voices from a thousand tongues. Our walls are built so strong that the rot corrupts all that is within and sanity takes a beating which more than desired leads to the temporary bubbles of stars and dreams akin to the ones puffed up with Marijuana smoke. But such are as transient as the Marijuana jokes, powerfully strong but gone the next minute.

Lives made so pathetic because our circuit boards have been printed to deceive and be deceived. .....And we are all guilty as hell!