Bullfight critics row on row
Crowd the enormous plaza de toros
But only one is there who knows
And he is the one who fights the bull






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Drunken Ratios in Orbis Vita Ortamorta

Kibbutz to Mossad
Boys to girls
Insanes to sanes
Nonsense to sense
Gupt sense to Sen Gupta
Tickles to Jokes

Jo beet gayi wo baat rahi
Jisse Beata gaya wo baith gaya...

Correct answers are a bane for all those with minds of their own.

No Smiley.
EVER.





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“On many long journeys have I gone. And waited, too, for others to return from journeys of their own. Some return; some are broken; some come back so different only their names remain.”

Reasons and the Night

Winters are leaning at the doorway.. The best time of the year..
When the mundane is stripped to bones and lain bare. When there is perfect excuse to turn around and turn away.
When the cocoon calls for hibernation. And the cocoon is ignored for the joy of the biting wind.
Cold.
Angry.
Familiar.
Real.


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Free will

A question had lingered for years and the air around it murky forever.
A question about a falling feather, a broken leaf, a dried flower ...barely keeping up with the breeze.
There was no answer to the question , only some choices to be made.. when the time came.

The time's come and gone.The air is murky as ever. The question still lingers.
There is no free will & there are no choices to be made.




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Old conversations

Today she deleted some memories.
Searched them out, from the corners of the drawer, the old bags, chip cards.
All semblance if what would call her back.
To overwhelm.
Drag down.
It took forever. And she watched them all drain away.

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Fires

Flares rise up and eat my world
one finger at a time