Walking...walking..walking , I still myself at a bend in this state.And Every Damn time !A bend which expulges perhaps a source or perhaps an absurd end.

This body , someday , will come to sand.Dunes by dunes some karma would grow like fungus and some would just dissipate.That askance from self to self of the Do-I-look-like-I-care look , I cannot forgo.How many feet and hands and ears and faces and asses care anyway?

Huh !!!

If atleast we humans could Fossilize , we could remain at the same place until discovered by some snoopy anthropologist at some vague try to hybridize our origins and create some whole new formula of man and mankind and all that evolution.

Not to digress , our subject remains this body , it's blood and it's bones , it's semen and it's meat - it's chassis as a whole.Granularly ,it's end.

I remember how Mr. X walked that galaxy in that stunning attire , o yes , his wife stood by him.I also remember how Mrs. Y jazzed that floor and got herself a visa for f**k-all-land.It isn't so arduous to remember that toady slut scoring 1 on 5 , 1 of course being the best ,w ith that tongue sticking out liek a tampoon.

For the Himachali Camaraderie !!

Miss that Fog upon your shoulders
like tresses unbridled
running down to skin
like a heart stirring
woman at her best.
Ah you !

Miss that sun of winters
that you and me share
through those pine needles
sifted ,puerile
lil' mustard and lil sesamum.

Miss your unwinding curves
those pools of lecherous couples
scattered all over you
and your embrace so kind
those kohl drugged eyes walking all over you
all happy
seeking
loving
hurried
smoky
yet peaceful and clear unto you.

Miss those homogenes blithering
the love for you and your people
those Kiwis near the lift and
coconuts
as the seasons tresspass
and fail to , too.

Miss everything about you my land.
Whoever said " There's no place like home"
must have had no nonsense ravings
Where would I find another Shimla ?

Meeting the lost .....

He is coming,
As if to unwind me......

And I am going,
as if to be lost.....

And in this coming and going
I am forgetting something....
elusive that parry's anyway.

But I do remember,
this morning -
sugar tasted sweeter
and coffee , bean-sent.
O Yes , I heard him walk that door , inwards.

If our soul Could be a child ......

Your Puerile askance....
Oh How I wish
I was your Intent ,
Your pure hands , brown with mud.

You so obliviously
pucker your way off ,
to that world of trust and Love and purity
: as you see it.
While we stand running against the world.
Adverse to understanding , and thus the rest.

O how do you do it ?
This lotus Karma ensues with every child being born ?
Oh Kid , as I see ,
Not Almost.
You Are God.

Parag's Pen ....... :)

Man

Like a mountain he comes
to the Valley of the child.

Afterwards ,

Like a river that Comes
but becomes the Child.

Whatever Happened to Forgiveness !!!

In my transgression
I hope your fleeting reality
suffices its face and look and fame and Name.

I'll tell you what :
Realities. Sins. Truths. Fames. Passions. Names.
These gadgets to humanhood are surpassed every second.
By Time.
And another name that Albert spoke of , as Einstein.
Relativity.

Bask
my Love , My Friend , My Foe , My brother , My father , My sister
My mother , My child
in the ignorance of reality ,
counting my sins.
While time's on a run.

But Remember.
None remain to receive their share of Love.Afterwards.
Remember.
Never afterwards.