fuck

there is music. the ocean. there is that stone you notice while walking, puffing up the mountain with the greenish shade and bluish tinge seems odd enough. like an individual.

there is geometry. the estimation of the mountain tall approximately 2 kms away using geometry.

constant fascination.

there is love, or the illusion. and then there is the memory of love.
entangled, embroiled and cluttered.

it is good, the unlearning of the lessons. sometimes.

there is the demand of sleep, only the desire lacks. the desire.

there is music.
there is the trance. the languid state like suspended animation while plucking, straining your fingertips and straining the guitar string to prolong the music linger.

there is the overstrain where the fibres on your skeletal frame refuse to relax in protest of the abuse the previous evening.

the desire lacking.

there is that chaos in your headbox, the conflict, the mist. cogitating, regurgitating the same notions, ideals, virtues clashing in lethal contradiction. war within a breath and boom!
the constructions desecrate. tumbling down to rubble. the dust settles to clarity. no obstructions, no interference, inconveniences to your sight. I see.

what occurs then is a birth. in the annihilation occurs genesis. occurred and its been a while.

the mind replays tricky. repetition of the conundrum long solved.

time for the sabbatical. initiate the holocaust of thought.

I am blessed with opportunity, lady luck has smiled my way a few times :)

Indifference!!!

I swallowed poison greedily, till I grew immune.

too much of a particular thing gets too boring.
I am again 14 years old chasing, romancing mother nature and she nurtures me well.
ataraxia. paradise. aurora. eden. ataraxia.
the hills. the endless ocean. the deep cave and twilight. the night chill and moonlight.
the mountain and its peak and the wind that blows over me.
inky black oblivion night and stars are surrounding me.

lady love I'm longing, lusting, listening.
trembling. yearning her touch. her embrace.
I'll run. I'll forget. I'll run past the throbbing heart. I run because I thirst and my eyes are hungry and her eyes are wild. I'll run in the blizzard soaking wet and I'll run because time stands still. I will.
I’m gliding ‘hopelessly’
I'm 14 again :)

momentary tender touch and worthy submission.
there is no armour. armour wears me out. so I imbibe just a naive faith, that I survive. I have.

It is good to know I haven't lost my 14 year old self.

its fascinating. fascination is the food that sustains while everything else abstains.
persistence and discovery. wonderment. application. Joy!

I'll wait till she comes along. I want to let it out. there's so much that flows within.

till then, i'm !!!

good!