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

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when the eyes 

of mind and heart

gamble with visions

read Carl Sagan

and mute all missions

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not every beloved 

conceives for poetic season

all human emotions 

need no rhythm or reason

but grammar 

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a pragmatic narcissist

is the new host 

of decaying self

still oppressed by desires

of unrequited affairs

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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.