Take on ...

Tuesday, August 29, 2006

I want to eat some waves
Like crunch and munchy flakes
And lick the milky white froth,
Be beaten black in saline flash
When am done, and want to sleep
Whose gonna carry me home ?

Senses, feelings and philosophy ...

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

Fall in love, with senses. You'll be moonstruck by the smile. And be amazed at how a voice from far away injects itself into your head and lights fireflies. Wonder how you could think up all the amazing nonsense. See how you can't prepare yourself for watching a shooting star, but only know it after you've seen it. Learn that all it takes to fly is just missing the earth.

Fall in love, with feelings. You'll know, a moment before when shes gonna be sad. How some little act of yours is gonna light up her heart in a flash. What makes her scream with anger. When she needs to cry. How exactly she would want to do that thing. Why she likes it. When she needs to be pampered. What would entice her. How she wants to feel she's doing things worthwhile.

Fall in love, with philosophy. When you'll realize, above the sea waves of your senses and your feelings, that you indeed love. When there are some things you know for sure. When it lives inside you and you don't look for proofs that it exists.

I think, it ranges from a high pitch screaming roller coaster ride to a squishy pink strawberry mousse and red wine at the end of a sumptuous dinner.

Asleep ...

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Now I am in bed,
The sheets pulled to my head.
My tiger is here making Zs
He's furry and hot.
He takes up a lot
Of the bed and he's hogging the breeze.

-- Bill Watterson, The Indispensable Calvin and Hobbes.

Lady with the Lamp ...

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Oh, how petals of my smile float
On my deep bowl of sadness

Sadness, as long I could see
Miles to the future, miles to the past

Its not here, where I belong
Take me, take me to your blinding light

Burnasseri ...

Monday, August 14, 2006

Burnasseri, how could a place get such a name?

Anamika ...

Friday, August 11, 2006

You are like nobody since I love you.
Let me spread you out among yellow garlands.
Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south?
Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.

-- Pablo Neruda.