Deposits

On a surprisingly warm sunny evening it rained cotton plugs around my ears

Philosophy is just a one eyed observer trying to guess what the other eye would see

I have imaginary wives whose imaginary friends imagine me differently

Are the stars,the moon a consolation for the earth hanging hopelessly alive in this universe..??

Never really trusted wise men,too many madmen owe them their business

A mirror reflects both ways,almost as accurately as a broken relationship

Consider the ambiance inside a train station as genetically driving your character and now consider it to be the truth.

By and by the number of things you wish for decreases.That is mathematically correct

Perhaps all birds migrate owing to disbelief.They return because we think they have choices

If the universe is one family,then nearly all the dead stars and planets will eventually come home to feast

Always remember, the underdog serviced your opinion

Every answer to any question is just a fact having given up on its legs

The significance of a crime is often valuated on the punishment,so is it merely an offering ?

A murderer most definitely has greater appreciation for his tools than he has for the victim

We lose most battles on the way back home

An argument has most certainly eluded to the smarter man

In a way ideas are brain sized explosions

The streets at 4 am in the morning is as close as we come to depriving ourselves of ourselves..

Did the first magic trick ever have an audience?

Atomicity in thought can be achieved by simply staring at a rock

Life most often can turn out to be an unfulfilling exercise for filling gaps

A slow unlearning of everything we wish to forget is a rare possibility

Defects in a judgement can only be identified once passed

It is the reticent attitude that never goes unnoticed

Accidents are sequential,they have to be

Talking about accidents.i'm losing more hair day by day

A whisper multiplied with itself can sound like utter nonsense..A scream however is the next closest thing to getting applauded for..

Talent is inborn,so are suicidal tendencies

The light bulb is probably the original daybreak-ing idea

On a cold winter evening,it seems the clouds gather outside my window looking for a shoulder

A lovelorn poet surely wants to be known as one

You can allegorize anything that a group of people are prepared to believe

Fantasies are hedonistic parables that ignore the trivial

Men are slaves to speech,the reason why kings master it

The most common sight is a curve

We are surely in the middle of our evolutionary cycle at all times,for it is impossible to collectively
go backwards or forward....

Poem

Here i sit
  waiting to write
one grand poem today,maybe two
  making it no pleasure of mine
in having to admit
   that i try really hard
   at times,only to be left
feeling like a rain soaked leaf
  dropping down a well

Tracing under the curve

Vishwa was his usual fighting self
 with one foot hanging outside the casket

I embarrassed myself
  standing without a pair of pants on
in Chandni Chowk,only to realize
  it took only one to sound
like several people laughing

I had not noticed the oddness
 of my fingers,until i pointed
  a burglar the other way

Fake orgasms,i just didn't know
 when they were not

A woman once looked at me
 as if separating us were
this pawns we had to let die
 to come together
and i did,each one of them

We did have kids,
  almost all of them
had names starting with the same letter

That letter to this day
  has never gained
 any momentum

so i did bury her, right beside the pawns

A bench on the other
 side of the road   wasn't too cold..
    it was visible


In my defence,your opinion never mattered

Birthday Wishes:Jack !

                                                          photo by Tom Palumbo,1956

Derive from life
Roads you'd rather be on,
and walk until they are,
what you believe in...

Ageing with policies

Can i hear myself age
to myself, i give that eared
piece of evidence ?

the crackling sounds
of unbolting bones,
as i knee the dead in

A museum of thought,
where on the wall
hang other walls

my erring admission to guilt
with which i may have been
caught living,not really

An egress to the place
where men are born
only superior to each other,

A slow recession,into the dark
receptive to which
i hear the world sulk,alone

i need margins,so i think

Poem

A mysterious bird
          throttling across the sky
   but the thoughtful hole
            inside your head
escaping
         your wordless curiosity

Love,cannibalism and momentary orgasms

Between the nutshell and a cosmic genius
made out of peach like skies,
the definition of love
fetches not only the moon
from millions of other poems
not only the fluence of
of the ocean crossing erased lines
not only the perpetual disgust
at shouldering each other to a still
not only the faith
in having to write one's own script
not only our soul hungry
conviction that we lead in examples by
not only our non-preference for facts
but merely advantages
not only the bodily translations
of our faith approaching justification
not only the exclusion
of your opinion from this rendition of mine
not only you,me and this world
sharing their unsolved equations
not only with the blind and deaf