routine

When within myself I see….

Endless battles with no beetles.

 

I wake to etch a smile and by heart my lines.

I learn my pose and rehearse my moves.

I shoo away the real me and wear on the image I want to be.

Oh by now it is time to dwell though not well.

It is like an open dart board at the start that has eyes like oysters.

Before I realize or conclude I see darts hitting.

With eyes like oysters that only act after being hit,

I deal with gracefully clearing the dart taking my own time.

 

The earth I stand on is also a similar place with hot aggressive core.

The ocean I hover over is also similar with a lot happening.

Limerick of a soul

It is easy to handle a rose with five thorns on its stem than

One thorn under your skin.

Soul suspended aloof rejoicing in eternal purity and bliss…

Oh the guilt free times where physical pain stood in the corner.

 Melting and dripping into common life….

Adding feathers to the crown of cowardice as I move.

Wearing a tight warriors’ victory belt below the belly,

That cut guilt and shows off glory.

Something without anything Vs

Nothing with everything

Racing and roaring or roaring and racing

Away from peace is a piece of me!

Vision successful! Mission failed! Or

Mission successful! Vision lost!

I’m probably served the cashews I don’t enjoy.

I am deprived of the peanuts I like.

Ablaze or breeze … Life moves.

Efforts are on to maintain tranquility.

Can Eyes Shut?

The world turns blur when eyes brim for no certain reasons

Unable to interpret, mind spins but cannot pin up.

Eyes when shut see the gutters of thoughts the mind has.

Eyes open to feed the mind with better thoughts but blur with the brimming flows.

Ultimately the eyes cannot shut and shuttle

Shuttle between nightmares that give you spasms and

Physical pain that you subject yourself by pushing to stay up!

In similar cycles I get caught.

In a whirlpool of physical stress and mental stress

Fluttering between leaks and drains

Misery is the pragmatic myth of living.

The Lil Shell

I dunno know why I was obsessed with this little shell that was at my toe in one of the beaches I visited. It is not beautiful or lovely but still I hold on and it makes me smile. Few small silly things in life that we enjoy… and don’t care for. 

If I were

If I were a stone

I would love to be atop of a hill.

Open to the skies.

Basking in the sun, starring at the moon

Counting starts and rejoicing rains.

Ages pass by …

If I were a stone thrown into flowing waters

Ah! They cannot melt me.

Uh! There are not so strong to bruise me.

But I’m being constantly brushed!

I lose my rigidity. I lose my shape.

I am what it made me be.

I fear I may dissolve but I don’t say it aloud.

Being constantly brushed for long, they polish me.

I lose myself and am what it made me be.

If I were a planet out there!

Majestic and heavenly!

Nothing to rule me!

Headed nowhere on a long way! Yet my way!

Asteroids seem to be friends in my skies and walk with grace

Some get close to greet and perish.

Some collide and bounces to be never seen again but … they leave a dent.

Zombie with the dent for a while again I move.

Headed nowhere on a long way! Yet my way!

Tonning

Fetish in living is overlooked with the technology overdose.

It is now a great novel or movie when the little details of life are captured.

The melody of life playing on low note is dominated by the hi-pitch hi-fly life.

A little time, a little space in heart and mind shall show us …

Sweet little things for which we keep searching on the web!

Practical Experiments

The thrill of velocity is vested with the test of endurance.

Experiments are rides with life jackets.

Rides where the velocity is not pre-communicated.

Life jackets help us survive but not avoid the test of endurance.