Don't over use the word - beloved

it sound shallower then it already is.

Never seek beloved in others,

they are way too temporary then your expectations.

WordsWar III

I saw a nightmare. The world was submerged in words. I could not breath and alphabets blocked my eyesight. No one knew when did this catastrophe of infinite words decided to plunder the essence of the human life. The only human sense alive was hearing but I overheard that people were losing that as well. Every thing was covered with words. No body and no thing were spared. Each notion of being alive became a joke. Chaos became a byproduct of excess of words and then a moment of fear followed by every sound made or heard…….

Helvetica! This is for you.

When you are planning to visit a place for the first time, try to go alone. This does encompass going for shopping both window (shopping) and payment counters, a remote forest or an island, in front of the mirror and even light years away to a well settled planet called Mars. Well, going alone makes us more open, especially if you are a woman – I wish world was a little safer and since it is not one is advised to be vigilant but not a sentinel.

Going out alone to a place unfamiliar keeps the mind more sensitive and hence it might be a better exploration. Our observation would be original, our questions would be reasonable and we would enjoy/dislike the place with our own perspective. Who borrows sense or a map for an outing with self!
Thanks to the technology of modern man, you will always be accompanied with a cellphone or a source of indulgence but that would dilute the whole purpose of such a wandering. Also, never have a well prepared purpose if you are taking a break for that will cease the possibility of challenges, surprises and a mindful conversation with the self. Talk to yourself (words or silence, completely one’s own choice of communication) and breathe a lot during this trail even if you enter a parking lot.

Don’t be lost in the self; it is a trip to find something or nothing. Again, sometimes, we should not be confined in the boundaries of purpose, objectives or definitions. This is my visit to the self after a very long time and these words are mere reflections of the route.

No sense

.

when the eyes 

of mind and heart

gamble with visions

read Carl Sagan

and mute all missions

.

.

not every beloved 

conceives for poetic season

all human emotions 

need no rhythm or reason

but grammar 

.

.

.

a pragmatic narcissist

is the new host 

of decaying self

still oppressed by desires

of unrequited affairs

.

.

.

.

time will abandon all

a promise that will never break

all purpose will crumble

and you meanings will hug 

the meaningless

how wordless have you been?

is time a bad company of self?

the old box of treasure

and inside it

the locked case of memory

his love, your tears

were they too familiar

you listen too much Sinatra

and quote Lennon in between

break odd myths of madness

and spoil your protagonist

then radio would shuttle you

into that dark room

in front of the moon

where she glows 

for reunion was just an excuse. 

Grey - sings here

light - defuses the sight

slow yet steady he rises

feet by feet

crowd emerges

From coffee house to

the dust chamber

juxtaposed words

condenses the smog

Enjoy the slumber

for an old friend “dilli”

the December of nocturnal.

Namesake

When I started blogging, I would spend a lot of time in finding the apt name for that blog. Eventually for the love of peculiar-name-finding I ended up making a lot of blogs - blank and unmanageable. Then I deleted them. 

Such were the stupid and funny pleasures of my childhood. These must not be judged as nerdy habits but I found a corner to pretentiously portray that I can write and things around the world are affecting me. Like a sign - that I exist and if you find me here, the impression would be stronger. 

Coming back to my craze about making a new blog instead of an effort to write a new post.....After finding the name which sounded intellectually bright and poetically confirming - I would quickly register and start with a nasty, grammatically poor, nostalgic post about something of and around emotions. Why emotions because this is what I value the most and this is one thing I failed to change till date.These tiny little sensations always find a way to capture and sabotage the practical side of mine. Practical side! To take part in the making of this world and to survive, I need to be practical and less sentimentalist. I juggle so often between these requests that I am mostly nowhere. 

Finally, the whole purpose of this post is about the name of this blog (Poet of Minutes) which I am changing. I am changing it to                   . Change has never been a constant friend of humanity. (only if you could see me mock at myself)

“We are two abysses - a well staring at the sky.”

 ― Fernando Pessoa

Memories

as they come
they might knock the door
but mostly without a foretelling,
they enter and amuse the ego

they spread from one empty room to another
igniting the old, forsaken corridors

in utter silence
the final ghost of speech awakes
and this sound is the cause of damage
in all our humane endeavors.

AEY ISHQ HAMEIN BARBAAD NA KAR - NAYYARA NOOR 

Terribly tiny tale

One cat, Four dogs.

Tossed, ached and bitten.

Two human eyes, one mute mind.

A million frozen cells. An invincible blot.

Cat loses a body and the human loses a soul.