Sgt Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club

cold is
freezing...

freezing is
used to
preserve
dead...

dead is
where
there is no
life...

life is
which
we generally have...

we generally have
existence...

existence Is...

life is such...

no one knows why...

we all 'know'
don't we?

we know
why
who
where
when
whose
how
and more...

we know it all
the problem is
we don't
want to know
that
we know

wisdom is such

rubber can be streched to a point and no further... but me...?

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she flew a while ago

i got dragged
i got torn
i was pushed over the edge,
as she flew up without weighing anything...
floating,
i thought was my domain,
but here i was
heavily nailed
under my own rigid soul
and she flew...
up and away...

she flew too far
she left it all to be far
she chose to do that

moving on is such...

circular notion of time...

'nemechi yeto mag pawsala'
and rain-time comes all over again

the girl wept
as she had bath
she wept
and the tears just
went down the drain

she learnt this
from a tale,
a tale of fish...
who got lost
from her fellow fish
the fish wept and
the sea became salty...
before it wasn't so,
they say

as she wept
the drains
were flooded
the rains came harder..

as the girl's mind
was overcast
it covered the sky
somewhere at midnight
the sky gave way
it showered
rain
tears
life
new birth
love
existence
change
possibility
potentiality

the girl kept on
poring water
over her head
her long wavy hair
held and left the water
her hair
thick long
rolled down the water
the tears were rolling too

long time it rolled
the bucket was empty
the mind was empty
eyes were drained
the anguish was flown out
the life was growing
a grass shoot
popped out of her mind

the floods settled down...

you are you in the i am, you are the you in what i am becoming...

who is my ‘you’?

when you asked me this question,

i wondered,

i always did,

who are ‘you’?

reality?

art?

my dream?

my imagination?

my idea?

distant reality?

you are my

unfulfilled?

you are me?

i don’t know…

who are ‘you’?

i wonder.

we are such

we are never to meet

we can’t

i am scared,

that if i see ‘you’

i won’t believe that,

i would rather not talk to you.

you would evaporate

you would disappear

you would stand still

you would turn into stone,

if i do

see you

or talk to you

or touch you…

you are

not suppose to

show up

i am

not suppose to

recognize you

we are such…

why is it such?

why can’t we meet?

why do i not see you?

incomplete is what we are

unfulfilled is what we are

you stay in the clouds

i sit on the cliff,

i stay by the ocean

you are the mermaid

deep in the ocean,

you and me

are such

our seeing each other

is such…

am foolishly romantic

and

incorrigible too…

well…

life is such…

without you

am incomplete

and

that’s how am still alive

to meet

the ‘you’

in me…