Flowering
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Just to lighten up the dreary starkness of this blog, here’s a little blue flower peeping out, wondering about the year to come.
Author: SoulMuser
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I could hear the quiet calmness outside. Life seems to be like this. It goes in some rhythm. Lying here as I do, I cannot possibly tell you what the rhythm, but of the possibility of a rhythm I am certain. At some times, I can hear life outside. At other times, like this, I […]
Leaving the Remains
I read Kazuo Ishiguro’s Remains of the Day last week. Stevens, the butler, somehow remains in my mind. How devoted can a man be to his work? I can’t understand it since my devotion to my work is almost non-existent. If someone gave me a million dollars, I wouldn’t work. I would instead maybe live […]
I Hate Saturday
Every Saturday. I just hate them. I can’t recall the last time I was happy on a Saturday. Some of the worst things in my life have happened on a Saturday. Hell, I was born on a Saturday! Can’t get worse than that! I like the Indian name for Saturday – Shani Var. I think […]
Wonders of Thoughts
There are times you go wondering if you what you meet is what you want, or what you want is what you meet. I am not sure what I mean by that myself. But I have noticed that the people I have met in the past few years have corresponded exactly with what I thought […]
Underground
Day turns into the corners of my mind,Tuning to the whispers of its underground. A tramp was I. Passing lit corners untouched. Meeting roads endingCaverns closed to every creviceShutting every door Against the echo of a flight.Is loving illusion a flight? Swooping through every moment of time’s passing, Etched in the mind’s marble,Merging its presence […]
Peeping into the Past. Or Whereabouts.
I had the most delicious weekend. The sort of weekend that leaves you gooey inside, like molten cheese and chocolate. That reminds you that happiness is really within reach. That there can be wonderful people who can enrich your moments. Who can turn those moments into life. Among the many moments this weekend provided, one […]
Walls
The walls are whiteLemony in their warmthThrough the windowsStretch cement blocks of loveLabored testimonies that we humanscan build walls faster than friendships My bed stands erectits sheets of gold aching against a dim sunArch my feet against the leather backed chairThe repose for my buttThat sits here day through day These walls are not wallsThey […]
When To Give an Arse
I think I detect a subtle shift in my inherent body mechanism. We come to grips with life armed with some practiced responses. Conditioned reactions. Throughout we are taught to control. As a kid, we are told, “now, stop crying.” And we learn. We try not to cry. We are told to be polite and […]