Life - Just this and that

A dash of mad passion

And its occasional suppression



A blind leap into the air; drop to the abyss

And a wait for the doom; return to the surface



A speck of apprehension

And its usual suspension



A seasoned flight of fancy, in search of ecstasy

And the crashing culmination in reasoned apostasy



An entanglement of questions

And a chain of comprehension



A mutilation through stabs; tearing away by tensions

And a sudden release into nothingness, without anticipation



That's all that life is

Or maybe a bit more

I'm not yet sure

And so I explore...



AN ADDICTION

[One of the very spontaneous (and unambiguous) poems that I have written. Written in less than 20 min. So there would be 'logical' flaws, indeed. :)


Another impulsive poem by me, which I would like to share is One Moment of Clarity (click)

Title of this poem was inspired by the name of a fellow blogger's blog (click), whose poetry I greatly admire.]

iBubble. The Perfect Sphere. The Perfect Hollow.

Sometimes I understand others in terms of how they are similar to me. Other times I understand them in terms of how they are different from me. There is no other way to understand others. Comparisons are imminent.

If I understand myself, still I might not understand someone else correctly, for some contamination of data would distort my perception.

But, if I do not understand myself, there is no chance I can understand others.

The key to understanding others is to understand myself, first.

I am the common denominator in how the World is. If not for me, nothing would ever make sense in this World.

But understanding myself is an ongoing process. Partly because I am complex. Partly because I keep on changing. I cannot suspend the process of understanding others in the meantime.

After all, life has to go on, if it is to stop some other day.

And hence, everything I do, every thought I think has a purpose.

LOL!

Simple! Isn't it? ;)

So...

iBubble had burst?

OR

I burst Bubble?

...Would depend upon if you are a prick just like me, or if you are not a prick unlike me.

Told you, comparisons are imminent! ;)

A divorce... that could not last.

They had been married ever since they could remember--more than 20 years now. They did not even remember if it was out of love, or was it arranged. They were so young, it was called an infant marriage! It was thaaaat long.

They always viewed things from different perspectives, yet somehow always managed to focus on where their views overlapped.

Wherever one went, the other had to go. They even woke up together. And no doubt, slept together. But, sleeping together never brought any excitement. :( They had grown sick of the other. Totally sick.

You go your way. I'll go mine.

[Angrily, without a thought] As you wish. And don't you dare follow me. Huh!

So for the first time ever, they went their own separate ways and darted in opposite directions. But they felt intensely dizzy (click). They could not stand it, they had to unite. They realized, their fate to stay together was sealed, not by something flimsy as love, but PPRF!

<--*-->

Okay sorry folks for this crap, which I am sure even medicos would find crappy!

It is on simple eyes that mammals possess. Meaning, they always manage to look at the same object of focus, but from different angles. Yet, the brain fuses the two images into one. PPRF is one of centers involved in controlling horizontal eye movements.

Eyes show many types of involuntary and voluntary movements for proper functioning.

Saccades are jerky movements generated mainly in response to changes in visual field (what the brain 'sees'), e.g., a moving target or sudden appearance of something new in the field--a fly falling in your soup! ;) They bring the 'pursued' object just about to the center of visual focus.

Smooth pursuit movements perform the same function as saccades, but are better coordinated, with constant adjustments in direction and velocity of eye movements based on feedback from muscles moving the eyes as well as the images formed by the retinae.

The fast phase of a nystagmus is brain's attempt to keep eyes still with regard to axis of the head when eyes get 'distracted' (the slow phase of nystagmus), say following head movement, saccades or sudden pursuit movements. So nystagmus could be normal, but occurs whenever eyes try to simultaneously look at different things! ;)

Yay, I got rich! :) Virtually :(

Read the notice, above? Now don't think my resolve is weak. Except for bank balance, my nothing is weak, get it? Oh okay, maybe other balances also--mental, emotional, spiritual, se... oh no, let's not get there, please?

But what happened totally warrants blogging.

I'd turned fairly cynical, not believing in the goodness of mankind or the existence of God, but just as the header above says, life had ways of telling me I was wrong--this time through email. But, the stubborn me kept on deleting all those mails. You see, I paid for it, or rather, did not get paid! :(

Those Burkinabès from Burkina Faso, the kindest souls to exist (yess, essouls exist!), had been sending me money, with God only knows how many zeros (couldn't count them). And all I thought was "Puny humans! Think I'm a fool?"

But on getting a mail, which wasn't from Burkina Faso, I instantly knew it was a God send! So what if the sender had 'harm' in its ID? Trust (Vishwas) is all that's required. O:-)

***

From: ATM AWARD CARD
ATM CARD payment center
Mon 14 Sep 2009 00:06 IST

A sum of (700,000 thousand
USD) have been credited to your
E-mail
Address by ATM CARD payment
center Congrats...Confirm this
receipt by
contacting Mr Victor Harmfield.
+2348072237106 on
rev.victorharmfield1@yahoo.com.hk

NAME:
BIRTH DATE:
AGE:
SEX (ENTERING FREQUENCY ONLY INCREASES RISK OF DISQUALIFICATION):
MARITIAL STATUS:
HOME ADDRESS:
OCCUPATION:
POSITION:
OFFICE:
TEL:
MOBILE:
DECLARATION: I ________, hereby declare that the
information given above
is correct to the best of my
knowledge.
--
The message was scanned
for viruses and
dangerous content added by
OpenProtect (www.openprotect.com), and is
believed to be cleansing.

***

I'd promptly sent my details including bank account's (otherwise how does anyone transfer money, huh?). Knowing money attracts money, to ensure they sent heaps of it, I deposited 20 k more rupees. But my balance hasn't increased a single cent, yet :(

Readers might think, my outlook is too 'negative' but now I think it was just an 'electron'ic mail, after all :(

Moral of the story: God/God's email account do not existElectrons are negatively charged :(

PS: Was is it you, Vishwas?

Love is blind. And can't count!

...[Pluck] loves me not!
Arggh...Third time now. I must've missed a petal.

Arman, you fool! Look at yourself. Which birdbrain chick's ever gonna harm her eyes laying them on you?

Shh...

You can't silence your inner voice!



Arman: Hey Riya! I was just thinking about...

Riya: Will you marry me, Arman?

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PS: Am just experimenting with scheduling of posts only to see if original comments are retained or not. This post was originally published in May, 2009.

Duel

Tonight, I see you standing with him.
Hand-in-hand.
Ever so slightly do you squirm.
Only I understand.

That to him now you belong,
Is for a fact.
And for you I will not long,
With me was a pact.

Had I known what this would be to see--
You and him...
But then, never could I foresee;
It was a whim.



As I mildly enjoy your unease
Like your soul do a striptease...

You look away
You look around
Your eyes sway
Dig into the ground

So wildly you gyrate to try to conceal
All you manage yet is only to reveal

Your tattered demeanor is a curtain
I can see through you're certain.

Your smile is, but a decorative frond
And you know, I can see the grimace beyond.



In your weakness, you want to surrender
Firmly you clutch him, your only anchor.

You look at my shoe
And now, my tie
You look at me
But, beyond my eye

You, my eyes shamelessly violate
My eyes, yours suddenly collate

Unbearable is the silence in that one moment
Stillness is the violence of your maddened movement

A part of you, that was me, you dismember
Yet all you do is make me remember...



That:

Once had I seen you stand with him.
Hand-in-hand.
You were the center, and he your rim,
Did he understand?

That you were the note that made him a song
That was perfect.
That he was the deity to who your being did throng.
He--your only sect.

Had he known what it'd be to be free,
You not holding him...
But blinded he was, never could he see,
That, I were to be that him.



But for me, you think, is it any consolation
That I was the one, who chose your desolation?

That maybe for a moment
I wanted to be free
To free my breath off your scent
To be not us, but only me?

You were embedded
Deep into my soul
The me in me was dead
Our love was the Ghoul.

But did I ever know,
For good you'd go away?
That slow death you'd sow,
And rest all you'd flay?



Yet since eternity, I had made myself believe
Another ray of reason to live shall I find...

Yet tonight,

A moment under your shadow, did I live,
And a thousand deaths have I died.



[It's after over three-and-a-half years that I've tried my hand at poetry. I've no idea if as a poet have I grown or regressed. Simply click on the tag 'poetry' below, and do let me know what you think. :)

The poem is pretty much self-explanatory; an elaboration would be undue.

Challenge with poetry, if one's to stay sincere, is to constantly live the poetry while writing despite having not lived it (at least recently).]

Atlas' bugged... keep it short!

Gail Waynand stared at his own reflection, and the hand that held gun against his forehead. His own hand.

He wanted to live on... to try deserving Dominique more than Roark.

He was afraid of death. He pulled the trigger.

[Click]

"Inefficient buggers! Can't produce guns that don't jam."

"Keating! Don't..."

[Dhishkaon]

Who's John Galt?

Star-struck

Shilpi: Gimme your English notebook. Quick! Couldn't do my homework. How much time's there?
Alka: Five min!
Shilpi: My God!

Ten min later...

Shilpi: Phew! Just completed!
Alka: [Thinking] What shabby handwriting! You get 'FAIR'. I get three stars. Wow!

Teacher [Gasping]: Sorry, got late. We'll directly begin our lesson. No homework-correction for today!

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Thanks Rajat for inputs!