the status...

your status message asked,
'why would someone die for a line on a piece of paper...?'

i wondered,
why would anyone die for any reason?

he being LW say in his TLP,
6.4311 Death is not an event in life: we do not live to experience death. If we take eternity to mean not infinite temporal duration but timelessness, then eternal life belongs to those who live in the present. Our life has no end in just the way in which our visual field has no limits.

what do we live for
is measured for intensity
by saying
s/he gave her/his life for it
s/he died for it

it's the passion for sure
it's the life for sure
we live to live

for the eternal thought
for 'my beliefs'
for the flow of life...
for a complete being...

that's some shit
ain't it?

at will... and beyond...

i held on to a line
'life is such'
some day i would say
'life is a bitch'

well
that rhymes and all the jazz
the point is not that

it took long time
for my empty head to feel that
it is rather empty
it took even more time
to feel that the missing beat
is simply because the heart was lost

the heart kept in a cage
beyond a few galaxies
kept 'safe'

i have a daft disconnected head
and a hollow beatless heart

an idea of an emotion
and
an emotion about a thought

i went on in circles

too much of an effort to
'understand love'

how stupid is that?

so here i am
grounded
a good hit of reality
a sense of belonging
a life for living...

wishes are to be willed
i wish
and
it will...

amen...

the difference between your knowing and my knowing...

you know...
i know...

you know A
i know A

but your A
and
my A
are not the same...

you know that...?

you can think
and of course
so can i,
you knowing A
and
i knowing A
is knowing
the same A...

but it is not so...

so it is such...
life is such...

a void of a kind...

what's there to blog?

let me see,
life is such...

such is 'beautiful'
such is a 'yes'
such is a 'no'
such is a 'silent treatment'
such is 'talks'
such is 'coffee'
such is 'rides'
such is 'nights'
such is 'days'
such is 'winter'
such is 'movies'
such is 'love'
such is 'attachment'
such is 'detachment'
such is 'writing'
such is 'feeling'
such is 'insomnia'
such is 'all'
such is life...

there is such which is most of what is
there is such which is most of what is not
there is such which is most of what is wished for
there is such which is most of what is not going to happen from the wish list
there is such which is most of what is beyond every single thing
there is such
a void of a kind ...

a word that resonates around me...

catalyst (plural catalysts)

1. (chemistry)
A substance which increases
the rate of a chemical reaction
without being consumed in the process.

2. (automotive)
A catalytic converter.

3. Someone or something
that helps or encourages
progress or change.

dot dot dot

dot dot dot

dot
dot
dot

when i began writing
and even now,
dot dot dot
the three dots
have had
their share in me

it is about not putting a full stop
it is about going on with it
it is about the dynamic nature of life

so here is
dot dot dot

dot
dot
dot

in transit...

i was
i will be

my 'am' is in transit
constantly
continuously
commonly
considerably
comprehensively
communicative-ly

my am is 'is not'
my identity looks at
i was
or
i will be
...

'am' between two pulls
'am' locked in stretched

where am i?
when am i?

am sleepy at australia time
am on indian standard time...
so it is
hazy...
heavy...
high...

in transit...

being...

as we spoke,
i said,
'i wonder what is larger
than life for me...?'

an aroma of coffee
a sigh of pause
a memory of love
a distant pair of eyes
an emotion of pride
an emotion of being with
an emotion of being for
an emotion when you are
an emotion when you are not
a song
a poem
a word
a touch
an evening
a human
you...

he had a sip going through him,
he looked deep in the coffee mug,
he raised his eyes,
looked,
at me
in me
through me
and said
'life itself is much greater...'

being is greater
being is 100%
no becoming
just being
in itself
and
it is beautiful
it is complete
it is dependent
it is independent
it is love
it is lack of love
it is you
it is me
it is your eyes
it is me looking at your eyes

it is ironical
it is paradoxical

it is the horizon
apparent closeness
the
ocean
and
the
sky
merging into each other...

life is such...
being is such...

nothing more...
nothing less...

'now' is eternal

it is today

there is an attraction,

there is a pull

but is it not a but natural phenomenon?

wish is a wish

expecting more is asking for more

it is never enough

it is never complete

it doesn’t get over

life is such…

I am happy

you are

we are…

kali badariya barse...

when it rains
and
when it doesn't rain

when life is
and
it isn't

when love is
and
when love is not

when you are
and
when you are not...

kali badariya barse...

Hello Goodbye

You say yes, I say no
You say stop and I say go, go, go
Oh, no
You say goodbye and I say hello
Hello, hello
I don't know why you say goodbye
I say hello
Hello, hello
I don't know why you say goodbye
I say hello

I say high, you say low
You say why, and I say I don't know
Oh, no
You say goodbye and I say hello
Hello, hello
I don't know why you say goodbye
I say hello
Hello, hello
I don't know why you say goodbye
I say hello

Why, why, why, why, why, why
Do you say good bye
Goodbye, bye, bye, bye, bye

Oh, no
You say goodbye and I say hello
Hello, hello
I don't know why you say goodbye
I say hello
Hello, hello
I don't know why you say goodbye
I say hello
hello, hello
I don't know why you say goodbye I say hello
Hello

Hela, heba helloa
Hela, heba helloa

-The Beatles

fairytale...

it is a fairytale...

it is one...
i want it to be a fairytale,
and thus
it is a fairytale...

my existence
is a fairytale,
i make it a fairytale,

would you be part, half-part of it?
you won't,
because
if you do then
it just might not be a fairytale...

you break my heart
every time i see you,
and that
is what makes it a fairytale...

fairytale
rarely ends...
it has an apparent end,
a deceiving end,
and that
is what makes a fairytale,
a fairytale...

every time
i express,
affection
adoration
attraction
emotion
passion
frustration
anxiety...
it comes from
a space of
being non-rational...
and that
is what makes it to be a fairytale
a fairytale...

anyway...