hand/s part iii

diagnostic psychometry

SHE IS ...
tensed
restless
fretful
co-operative
impatient
mediocre
fatigued
independent
tender-minded
day-dreaming
artistic
fastidious
feminine
impractical
and...
going her own way...

courtesy

gaon - Saoroli

taluka - Talasari

district -Thane

COURTESY: MAHARASHTRA STATE ELECTRICITY BOARD

सौजन्य: महाराष्ट्र राज्य विद्युत मंडळ

Don't gain the world
And lose your soul
Wisdom is better
Than silver and gold

A life untrue
Is the mud of
trudgery

haiku in library toilet

bulging buddha's
belly bounces
softly laughing

todays focus!

she is blocked
she hates meetings
she desnt get tired
she sleeps a lot
she eats no food
she is black
her eyes change color
her hair fall often
she talks to some rocks
and some rocks hit her

but unaffected she looks
at
her 4 pimples.

The English Patient movie quote

Betrayals during war are childlike compared with our betrayals during peace. New lovers are nervous and tender, but smash everything. For the heart is an organ of fire.

an impetus for me...

Though we seem to be sleeping,

there is an inner wakefulness

that directs the dream, and

that will eventually startle us back

to the truth of who we are...

-rumi-

hand/s part ii

hands can cut ... smash n break
hands can love... caress n wreak
forever living hands...
forever exploring are hands...

why is everyone so stressed out?
or am i an odd (wo)man out?
please do some dance, sing and shout
jump run jump and bang the doubt!

awesome twosome

I think we dream so we don't have to be apart so long. If we're in each others dreams, we can be together all the time.

- Hobbes

(Calvin n Hobbes)

water harvesting

I.
i cut my long curly hair
i changed my wardrobe
i bought a new pair of specs
i started wearing red shoes
i stopped eating, drinking n sleeping
i wrote... scribbled... n drew with a violet pen...

because ...
i was into 'water harvesting' ...
i still am...

II.

you asked me the other day, "what does 'water harvesting' mean..?"
"mmm...'water harvesting' is a process where ...", i was looking for words...

where...

water starts dripping
you start tripping
the mindscape gets washed out
you dig inside your heart
to know more about that..
layers after layers
begin to peel off..
your soul cries out
your mind is ruptured
chaos...filth...noise...
words...webs...n tides...
everything is so closely knit
under those layers...
from where water is rolling down
in the form of tears...

ROTTEN,
BARRED,
BANNED,
CONVICTIONS...

BLURRED, DIFFUSED, DILUTED
FAITHS AND BELIEFS...

WHERE TO PUT THE QUESTION MARK?

from same book

'Well Roseanne,' he said at last, 'hmm, I think it's true that- you came here about - how many years ago?'
'It's a long long while.'
'Yes. And you came here I believe from Sligo Mental Hospital.'
'Lunatic Asylum.'
'Yes, yes. An intersting old phrase. The second word after all quite - reassuring. The first a very old word, but its meaning a little dubious and not a nice word any more. Though, for myself, when the moon is full, I often wonder, do I feel - a little strange?'
I looked at Dr Grene and tried to imagine him altered by the moon, more whiskery, a werewolf possibly.
'Such enormous forces,' he said. 'The tides being pulled from shore to shore. Yes, the moon. A very considerable object.'
He stood up now and went to my window. It was so early in this winter day that indeed the moon was prince of all outside.

from a book

Outside it was falling dark and my companion the owl was starting up his motor.

every time
everywhere
I've been watched

Every moment
words I utter
Have been caught

I read U
I recollect U
I tie myself
to review

I post the letters
and post the mails
I tickle the thoughts
and take a deep sigh

I make choice
I make voice
I climb up
to grab the lies

I go ahead
I throw my wings
I pour some words
and destroy the things

I disperse
I disobey
I disconnect
I disguise

Till U
I don't know who
stop penetrating
stop intruding
Inside
Me