So much for looking back!

These are endless days
Summers ahead and winter now
In hiding and no blooms on the trees
The tender man eyes light up
As he sees me and many like me
He will hit
Hit again
Again
And again

Objects in the rear view mirror are closer to you

For a reason!

Kathmandu Diaries 2020 Feb

The left of me is my left commie friend... glad the morning and lunch was spent with him...I only remember him as the long haired thin boy who with many fought thick and thin to get this place democratic... So many people here, so many memories!

So much love for this country... but mine is minuscule compared to what he has...

Dust and Stardust

Let the truth
Manifest
Let the life
Manifest
Let the love
Manifest

Or at least
The death
Manifest

For Rasputin
Everything
Was nothing

But
Rust
And stardust!

Know them all!

Know them your sins
Struggles and failures.
Sew them from behind

Wander
Wanderlust
Search and find
Let it go before thy
Into the calling
Of your lives
Wander
Wanderlust
Remember the snugness
Of every goodness.

Know them your sins
Struggles and failures
Sew them from behind
Perfectly in every way.

One box, 3 Countries, 8 Cities... This year!

Wake up earlier
Than the most world
Instinctively go to the car
Slide out of reverse
Into drive

My little escapes
When I cant be
On an airplane,
Looking at clouds
Out of the window!

Yeah, its 2020... *Yawns*

We are, without doubt, insignificant. We live tiny lives in a vast random universe that was not made for us, trying desperately to find purpose and meaning.

Finding that purpose and meaning, to me, would be in truly expressing and accepting our insignificance while celebrating all that makes us human - our loves, art, futile attempts at creating myths, myths in general, our ability to laugh at ourselves...

The last more than anything..

Keep searching in 2020! Let your dreams not come true, keep the search going on!

2 Birds is what they see, getting lost upon their way!

Hours of nothingness
Ran past me

The microwave chime
Is all I need

After this day
Some food
Is bliss

The minute move
Like a snail
For those who
Merely wait...

To Whom the Bell Tolls!?

Bury a lazy Monday
To the things you see
That's life at play

The things you see
Becomes the thought it bring

To whom the bell tolls
On a sabbatical!?

Just Saying!

The thing about him is
even with tragedy
of aloof living
his large inexperience
to the truth that
his attitude
never matching the age

Of course there were moments—
surreal and rare,
what makes his soul
forever virginal.

the 39 nine year old,
tested by sensual pleasure
with all poorish impurities
and purest thoughts

love for the first time
no half measures!

Qatari days!

Then,
I went out to the streets
Again
To dwelve in thoughts
Least by seeing
something of this city
That's old
That I love
Lil movements in
This souq!

October sun!

Thank gods for the sun!

Amorphous
like
the tranquile
that is
in the silence
of the burnt
cigarrete ashes
reminicing
sureal past

It can fill you up
like this forest
at dusk

Thank gods for the sun
if not for anything
else, its all empty
big emptiness
like a black hole...

Thank gods for the sun!

My Bodhi!

Then,
work,
I went out
to the bodhi,
went out to
change the mistakes
waited till its done
many things of this city
I hate,
no little movement
in the street,
in the shops

A lil cavafy
Parody
I shall call
this

Waves came crashing like a fist to the jaw...

I visit the
Beach, every
Chance that I get

For some reason
The sea has a
Strange hold
Over me

Without taking
The part, that
I'm a sailor
In my own rights

The notes
Of the
Breaking Waves

The stretch
Of the sand
Under the feet

Nothing changes
Never a subtle
Difference

Whoever said
Change is constant
I'm sure

Like vedder says

Never have
Been delivered wings

Given to fly!