Friendly advice to a lot of young men

Go to Tibet
Ride a camel.
Read the bible.
Dye your shoes blue.
Grow a beard.
Cir­cle the world in a paper canoe.
Sub­scribe to The Sat­ur­day Evening Post.
Chew on the left side of your mouth only.
Marry a woman with one leg and shave with a straight razor. And carve your name in her arm.

Brush your teeth with gaso­line.
Sleep all day and climb trees at night.
Be a monk and drink buck­shot and beer.
Hold your head under water and play the vio­lin.
Do a belly dance before pink can­dles. Kill your dog.
Run for mayor.
Live in a bar­rel.
Break your head with a hatch­et.
Plant tulips in the rain.

But don’t write poet­ry.

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Rain haikus !

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Falling in the dark,
reflecting photons, shining !
Overdoze of dopamine ?

Swooned by petrichor,
riding punctured cycle,
zephyr cools visage.

Casual chit and chat
Splitter splatter of rain drops
Rhythms, mind & heart.

Schrodinger cat; stupid haikus


Dude, this is becoming your journal. Wtf !! I swear man.

The protagonist goes on with his ways of procrastination and complacence.

Now what is wrong with girls these days. No nothing in particular. But this one in question was in lecture auditorium, and may be out of boredom or his bf next to him wasn’t entertaining her enough, she took out comb and started pruning her hair. Oh man !!

In general though these undergrads are funny bunch. We are to submit attendance through a sms system, and man they submit mast-mast text.

A few

1)    What is this life about?

2)    Sleepy

3)    Elephants are cool

4)    Schrodinger cat is alive

5)    (.)  <wats dis…half boob??>

Kudos to prof. though.

And I am on with Helvetica, <oh boy !! don’t make this blog a journal K> I should really go and drink some water, this thirst is becoming unbearable. Blame it on internet addiction. Water somebody plz.

 

#1

Chilly me, hungry me

“More of POP3”, no more plz

Lecture over, me gusta

Really? Haiku is it??

KIGO is season word = Chilly

KIREJI : cutting word, as wiki says 1 can use punctuations in english haiku.

5-7-5 syllabic structure.

 

#2

Song melodic, water drops

Running in circle, are we?

sleeping soul under sleepy eyes.

<5-7-5; Kigo = water-drops; kireji=are we?>

 

#3

Sugary ice-cream, misty winds.

Low on currency, can’t call back.

Empty emptiness, is good.                   <nope nope>

<5-7-5; Kigo = misty winds; kireji=can’t>

 

Ode to walkman !!


And then I missed my walkman
when the albums-cover were touched
not scrolled
the click accompanied the cassette
and not the mouse.

when there was a radio
around my head
playing radiohead

Why fast forward
and rewind became obsolete?
yet Jobs did a nice job.

idiotique wasnt idiotic
now each and every1
hail the thieves.

And sometimes you feel the urgency
for that one song which will sooth you,
and bring you back

Shuffling through decades
of rocks and punks,
alternatives and metals
floyds and coldplays

When REM made you insomniac
and blunt became sharp for senses
disorganized collective souls of people around.
when postal service brings you home strangely.

And now they disgust me
so empty and so loud.
the digital demons
of i-age, bold yet cold.

 

-written some time…overwhelmed wid reminiscences something like….and Travis, The last laugh of laughter bought it back…http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m-KSYzwQuBk
As Robert Burns said,

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,

and never brought to mind ?

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,

and auld lang syne ? 

You say, you’ve been everywhere and nowhere

You say,
you’ve been everywhere and nowhere
Donning the commas.

Here goes the moon up,
taking in the wind
Speak for yourself?

You must been sleeping,
putting ellipsis
Afraid of closeups, holding breath.

Hey  were you too busy to breath in and out
Excuse me!
But were you too old singing the odes and blues.

Driving ferrari in sands,
swinging high and low.
with and without time.

Isn’t it amazing here?
breathing in and out,
rainy days and rainy nights.

U shunning it this time
no way….it is the beauty in.
listen up…its sound of me
hear it out…

C’est La vie!

I was drowning once into the sea,
even a caffeine overdose could not lift me up.

At the end of a lighted labyrinth, I found him.
Donning a white tuxedo, He sat easy on a easy chair

He sipped his tea and added casually with a smile
“In this land supreme, every one comes with a dream”

I asked, “Are you evil?”,
He said , “did you ever questioned your devil?”

“Save the wordplay…
And your world play.”

Did you ever tried to break his chains,
or help him when he did fire heist?

You should have shared his weight,
You quoted, ‘For every man shall bear his own burden.’

Did you chide when he soared high

To melt with the sun bright.

Thou should have thrown some light
when knight became dark?

Did you stopped the fifth prefect
and a ‘ kiss for thirty silver pieces’ ?

Why did a vulture lost his wings
to die in his beloved king’s arm?

And he who was the eldest, strongest and noblest.
Died bcos he lived unto his word.

Where were you all these times?
Enjoying the ethereal drink of yours?

He sipped another sip,
And all he said was “c’est la vie!” .

(have tried to capture the undue fall of heroes, so readers will find reference to Prometheus, Atlas, Icarus, Bruce Wayne, Jesus, Jataayu and Karna. The first paras happened in lucid state )

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