Flutes playing. A growl. Inside the window of my head I stay well within reach of that eternal secret, that's not a secret to start with.

The drums. The piano notes sticking up from the trees. The hopping and the stopping, it goes on. Oh, it goes on forever.

Lasting, everlasting, lasting.

A summer that keeps walking

      in the open fields

An everlasting walk

An everlasting summer

Plans- small plans, long plans, well thought out plans, intuitive plans, failing plans, successful plans. All kind of plans, everything and nothing.

So sad and so happy

sad, sad, dreams

sad, sad, endings

sad, sad, beginnings

                                 sad, sad, sad

                                 sad, sad, sad

so happy, so happy

happy, happy, so. so.

21.11.13

After the storms we return back home.

The child drew the figure of the horse sitting on the street. It looked majestic. She always wanted to draw a majestic horse figure, she had her reasons. The wind was soft. The clouds scattered and still scattering, the sunlight brightening up everything. The other children looked from across the street. Everything looked flawless. I was lost. I forgot I had to go, I am always going.

8.11.13

He who doesn't hold on to a place is free. 

We, with the passage of time create an identity for ourselves that is largely thrust upon us by others, projected upon us by others. We take this identity and believe it is what we are. But we are more than that.

8.11.2013

I wore a blue sweater and went out for a walk under the dark night's sky.

Silence is the best place. If one can be comfortable with it, that person is home. Everything else is an unconscious attempt to reach there. 

15.11.2013

The cat sat on the window and looked across the street. For a moment the world stopped.

The window sat on the street and looked into the sky. The cat was watching sitting on the tree. The world continued to tarry on, moment by moment.

The street woke up from its slumber and rose up and walked away. The vehicles stopped on their trail. Now their trail had disappeared. They didn't know what to do. The sky wasn't bemused. Nothing can startle the sky. The sky is the sky.

The cat looked from the tree smiling upon all the strange happenings.

(14.11.2013)

Certain things, I think at a subconscious level, my mind switches off and wanders around. It's not something I cannot comprehend or understand, just that I don't want to focus upon them.

13.11.2013

Odd moments of lucidity 

time is no time 

                        I never

                 yearn for those, 

I lay content within myself.

13.11.2013

Almost every time 

            every day

                            I scatter my thoughts

            upon the golden haze of the

mulberry bush.

The nocturnal sky

cloudless and filled with stars.

I finally left the place

                       and having travelled far away

made a new house.

And when I woke up in the morning

I saw the same mulberry bush near the porch of the new house.

How sweet! How terrible!

The fabric of life keeps us busy

up and down

forwards and backwards

          leading us in circles

          going nowhere in particular

                      Hello stranger!

      are you listening

                 to the whisper of silence?

There will be longing . Everlasting longing. For things that don't belong to you, for things that will belong to you soon, for things that might've belonged to you, and for things that once belonged to you. But believe me nothing ever belongs to anybody. Every person is alone. Only through being alone truly and completely, everything belongs.

01.12.2013

The clouds 

flickered in the sun,

the sun through them.

An evening to forget,

when life takes on its frivolous path.

A memory; a tinge of colour, 

of madness, 

and longing.

I sat on the porch of the little concrete building. Away from the city and the suburbs. This place is home.

26.oct.2013

Don't restrict your ideas in small things, let it spread across the sky. Something that is already infinite wants nothing.

 Some people affect you profoundly, but anything can affect you profoundly, even a lifeless stone can, if you are in the space of profundity.

To stay in this space one must have an open mind and an ability to see the universe in a little speck of dust if need be. For the universe resides in these places almost unnoticed, silently, contently at peace with itself.

And I looked at the sky when I reached home. Overcast and dark. I wonder if I did the right thing. 'Never mind' I told myself. And finally when I began to sleep after dinner the rain started furiously. "Probably it will rain through the night".