is only the beginning, love.
Tread to make kind prints.
Great days went by stoned
We never for a moment
Knew what their worth was
When does the promise ripen?
Stop chopping trees, then.
Could you come now, please?
Rainbow’s splitting asunder.
I know not the tricks.
The day is braking.
Make me a crisp parantha,
Won’t you, love? For love.
I am told escapism works best in dealing with life. What use is life if you need to deal with it as if it were a disease to be cured?
Fortunately, we don’t allow our minds to reek of the rotting traditions within. We perfume them with morality.
Commodities are things you can buy for comfort or fulfilment of needs. We all know that comfort can also be a need. Are lovers, partners, sons, daughters, parents, friends commodities for comfort, then? If so, money is not the only transaction tool.
Justice will arrive with her own baggage. She does not require any entourage of assistants. When she does arrive, though, she’ll make sure the contents of her baggage find their way into every room in your house. There is nothing you can do about it then.
Enough energy goes into making this world not worth living in. People are succeeding everyday, bit by bit, in bringing up hell from the depths of somewhere of which I know nothing. I have been saved the trip down below. I just have to live.
Art was never dependent on preconceived notions.
Try not to believe the things people tell you. Use your own experience to find out how the world works. People tell you about things as they have experienced them, or what they are supposed to. It may not always turn out right. At least not from the hill you are standing on.
Rippling water wafts through my skin into the very soul I so jealously guard. All my firewalls fail. I am one with Mother Nature. What is it about her that makes all my guards become meaningless?
Why break bones to become one with nature?
Living a difficult life could almost be compared to getting up from a sleep laced with humidity. Sweat and leaded head might make you realise you were better off asleep. But the wooziness also brings with it an unexplainable breeze of hope. Breeze! The sweat dries, the heaviness vanishes. With all different kinds of weather you know that when one is here, how can the other not come?
When I see myself being subjected to unfair treatment, I feel a surge of anger that refuses to let up unless I remind myself that this temporary feeling may permanently blot the wholesome ones.
If I do not wish to work today, I remind myself that tomorrow is going to be a busy one.