Days of the Week

Thursday is the Announcement of Friday.
Friday is the Statement of Fun.
Saturday is the Endurance of Fun.
Sunday is the Mourning of Monday.
Monday is the Existential crisis.
Tuesday is the Revival from Monday.
Wednesday is Mixed Feelings.

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The Perceptionist

It smells like a fire, a burning desire, dehydrating my soul constantly.

To Exist, or not to!

To Perceive, or not to!

Choices, they are an amalgamation of thoughts and experiences put to a test.

I Choose to Perceive and Exist, most of the times.

It Opens up the Soul next to me, and let’s me sip the Aura little by little.

In the rearview mirror is the silhoutte of hazy clouds of the evening
Lazy hues of red and blue blending the hallucination of calm
Let’s look ahead instead ….. the storm has been waiting for long now!

Struggle to know

Knowledge is earned,
Or otherwise it is just a superficial diaspora
Where your mind finds happiness in comfort
And is driven away from the homeland of struggle

Ilm kamaya jaata hai
Nai to woh ek mamooli panah ki talaash ban jaati hai
Jahan ilham aaraam main khush hai
Aur junoon se bahut door ja chuka hai

The rambling of a creative buffoon

I lose focus with the same discipline as of a wounded mother trying to save her child. Yes, I lose focus on a watch. I watch myself lose focus and my head starts to churn strange concoctions of already stored visual, sound and smell memories. The world seems to change its color and notions. Sometimes it is bright and sunny, sometimes dark and humid, each beautiful in its own way. The richness of life stands entirely on knowledge, peace, love and respect. All this in just a gaze into the scenery around me, be it wherever. A lost gaze absconding in the rebel against focus. I want to stay here forever, but as they say, you should not lose FOCUS for long, or it ruins you!

Compromise, Maybe!

The length of the rope, which on one end has a stack of hope and the dark realm on the other, decides how long the balancing act is going to last.
You do not remember exactly how you came this far with the longevity of balancing act, but you have been trying to balance it out at the extreme ends of the rope.
Your lows are too low and highs, too high.
The faith goes from dark to bright to grey to black to white to a rainbow.
The extremities cause the demise of the master, every single time.
A master, everybody seeks. And a master, everyone else is.
The master of conversation, the master of relaxation, the master of reclusion, the master of inheritance, the master of the respect, the master of the shame, the master of love, the master of lust, the master of elusiveness, the master of time……
And then they have a magnetic force field. If in this lifetime, you figured out that following and being followed are both ends of the same rope, you will probably like to be at the centre for the balancing act.
Being an extremist, a non-quitter and a stubborn buffoon makes you do the same thing over a thousand times only to lose to the system every single time and plan again and go again.
And then you start to multitask and there are a thousand loops of code running at the same time and you want every single one to converge.
And then they lose you and you lose them. Then you lose yourself.
There is another way of getting around, bending it a little, and bending yourself a little.
Compromise, Maybe.
You got to have the bigger piece in your plate though; and then you truly lose, to yourself!

DAY one

He looked around in confusion; everyone was a stranger!

He was nervous, shaking a bit; his senses feared danger

He did not enroll for this himself, he had not a clue

Who were all these kids, why were they here out of the blue !

He sat down at a bench at the back, because he was insecure

He wanted to keep an eye on everyone, just to be sure

It was his DAY ONE, he knew this was not ending soon

Much later he realized, school was sane, life made him a loon !

So, he opened up the first notebook of his life and scribbled ‘I did not sign up for THIS MYSELF!’

DAILY PROMPT

Nothing in Abundance

Visionary, with a vision so scary

Is it happening? Seems pretty damn fairy!

Global warming is a hoax, it’s declared

Cannot question the highest authority, people still dared

The last of the coal that’s left

Will be used coz we think that’s best

Everything in abundance, we believe,

The earth is infinite, it seems

It’s not the end I fear, it’s the suffering that will lead to it!

It’s not the ending I doubt, it’s the profuse absurdity in the world today, that will heed to it!

Daily Prompt: Profuse

 

AGILE

You are Agile until someone deciphers your technique, puts it in a process and delivers to the highest bidder. Then, you are just a competitor to everyone who bought your process.

e.g. Facebook bought Instagram

So rich people win, even with a little bit of wit. Unless you open source it, then it is in the hands of all humanity to use and come out with an even better version.

e.g. Tesla open sources all of its patents to be used in good faith.

However, you are scared that it will fall into the hands of the evil! Nevertheless, Evil can be rich and can bid for it too! What it needs is a filter; a filter to filter out the evil!

But, have you defined your evil yet?

Or are you even Agile yet?

e.g. YOU!

Daily post – Daily Prompt – Agile

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