Chaos…

C + H + A + O + S

Orderly…..life….

Becomes

Disorderly….

Few Minutes…

Few Moments…

Changes the world…

I am typing…

Words…

Who…knows…

Within a moment…

I can fall…

This empty vessel….

And I shout…I am not…..

Again….

C + H + A + O + S

In Tranquility ( Are we related ?)

While preparing exam….and reading so much of western literature…and about so many people….learning them their life by heart…Learning their life-styles , their time…their attitudes, emotions…that also by heart….From Shakespeare to Beckett, From…Jonathan Swift to Jane Austen to George Eliot…to D.H. Lawrence, Virginia Woolf…

These amalgamation of streams of people and their life definitely affects…in one way and the other…and this effect tranquilizes me…like this…I wonder why I keep on imagining things….Effect ..definitely it effects when you turn same page on and on… ( hehe!)….

Sometime…while studying I think and imagine so many things…like now..I am beholding images of so many dead people….dead but immortal people…Shakespeare as an instance…one of his verse..( oh ! I forgot it now )…..challenges time…and says…his dark lady remains eternal with his black ink, Invention of press…by John Gutenberg ( i think ) and so many other inventions…Albert Einstein’s inventions…so many people…

Our ancestors ( ahem! )..let me choose my ancestor…( ahem! ) Mona Lisa…hehe No No……Helen…hehe…No No…I was just kidding…hehe..

One thinking came in my mind…I term this feeling or thinking as the one in tranquility…because these are my pure and true feelings and this is why I term this as “in tranquility”..

You and I

Let me be Sugar….

And you a clear glass of water…..

Let me dissolve in you

Like sugar dissolves in water….

Let me be red sparkling wine…

And you the slim wine glass…

Where I shall shape …..

“Myself “….as per your shape….

Let you be Marijuana…..

Rolling salts..

I feel your absence….

As salts roll….down my cheeks…

I feel your presence….

In the heat of this saltiness….

Flows away my kohl….

I wipe the out….

You flow away with it….

I wipe you out….

Again and Again….

Salt rolls…round my cheeks….

However hard I try…

To wipe…it out…

First it wets my cheek…

Reminds me the presence….

Reminds me the absence…

Ufff…these rolling salts…

Preserves you….till date….

Emptiness….

I lack….it

You lack ….it

We lack ….it

Where do we find it….then…

Why are we searching it …then…

Because we want it…..

Why….why ….why….

We want it desperately…

I want it desperately….

At the end….

I am left…

Empty handed….

You are left

Empty handed….

We are left

Empty handed…..

P.S. Emptiness

Epiphanic

It hurts to know that you are being unable to understand someone so much close to heart. This much close that you are hooked up with feelings every time… and everywhere…and at the end you will know you were just so stupid not to understand it….Well, I am feeling like I am reading Maths again…Maths….Oops…something  so far away from my mind….I can never forget “SET” , where there used to be rounds and rounds…….I never understood it….So, I am among those who says 2 + 2 = 5. How poor I was..I could not even answer any question in Facebook’s quiz….

What happens somtimes…..so many chapters to be read….what the hell I am doing here….

Aggressive….today I am feeling aggressive…and I am writing monologue after so long…which truly I don’t want to write

Fever : Your Love

My Hanged head !!!

With Fever….

High Temperature

I feel heat….

Your Love : “A sweet fever indeed”

My freezed feelings

Melting with the heat…..

I feel it….

Your love : “A sweet fever indeed “

While we held….”Talk”…

On a cup of coffee….

My heart starts thumping…

Swift in flow….

To and fro…Inside me….

In the veins….

…………You………

I feel heat….

My freezed…feeling…

Melting…Melting…

Your Love : “A sweet fever indeed”

Death be not proud !!!

Title is adapted from John Donne’s sonnet ” Death Be not Proud“.

Death is a mystery….

Well, I have not encountered death…To meet him/her I need to die once…Do I want to die ?  This time…No , of course I am scared of death…Why John Donne wrote that poem asking death not to be proud…? Why not Death should be proud ? It has got power. It takes life away…We battle a lot…we are battling till now…each day..everyday…and in the end…we lose…every time…every time…and every time….We lose in each battle…

Typing…..

Thinking of typing………

Time is the most precious thing….When I imagine the fleeing time…I become restless like this….I am feeling right now. I wish I were a “mad scientist”…..or a mad teacher…Miss Margarita…..Right ??

Yeah I am thinking to write another review here…about the drama I watched yesterday….of course I wasn’t alone…Watching drama becomes more fun when you are alone. I prefer being alone there…but but…when you have a person by your side then it becomes more and more …..ahem !!! nothing…nothing… Yeah I was telling that you will have a shoulder…to put your head when you feel sleepy….

Actually , I was not feeling sleepy but was feeling scared with each and every move of the characters….I was there to watch…a monologue about the “King” ( Samrat ka Luga, I think I forgot the name). But the play was different…Yeah I knew it before only but thought it would be nice…

Modiaain Modian Review

I have known B.P Koirala for his following of Sigmund Freud’s psycho-analysis. I was unaware of other of his books. “Sumnina” which I read a long time ago was a beautiful novel but it was full of sexuality.

I read Modian Modiaain by B.P. Koirala with the initiation one of the readers of this blog , Mr. Uddav Silwal. I am grateful to him that because of him I read that book and I am really happy to have read such a wonderful book.