She founded The #Penultimate Philosophy.
Search for it. You will get zero hits. Vestiges of it can be found in the Tang Ping culture of China. But, it went beyond 'lying flat'.
It was anathema to governments and corporations.
She was erased--the ultimate recognition.
#vss365
Today, at Freud's house, I peeped through a window. Freud was lying on a couch. I was in an armchair. Freud talked about his dreams of pen, paper and a peeping Tom called I.
"Do the #psychoanalysis of that," he said.
"A pen is a pen, most often, paper too, but not I."
#vss365
"Honey, be my lover."
Those were my last words.
Not as good as Rosebud
Or Birdie-num-num, I agree.
This was with a lover
On top of the Himalayas.
Google translate got it wrong,
"Honeybee, go lower."
But then, she was my kind
And used her pet #bee on me.
#vss365
not #poetry
"You don’t have much time," the doc's words echoed in his head.
He looked at his notebook.
Love, charity, altruism, bucket list of fun things...
OR
Break all rules (in that old life, not this #eviscerated one)-drinking, escorts, gambling...
"No-brainer!" he wrote.
#vss365
Why didn't I paint the town red?
Why did I stick to the shadows?
I could blame you, as usual.
Or my invisibility.
Love too had/has the same problem.
The fickle ménage of us, you and I.
#poetry ?
The child and the dreams
Leave a scared defeated man,
With his true demons.
With innocence gone
And the evil he allowed,
Death will not free him.
With no tomorrow,
There's no child to dream today
Of a past erased.
#poetry #haiku #senryu ?
Why are you angry
Only on days the news suits that?
Forgetful, aren't you?
#poetry #haiku #senryu ?
Just one of those moments
You call a waste of time,
Or some other advice
To fall on my deaf ears,
As I look out and see
The one I knew right there,
And yes, I thought of sex
And yes, I felt I should
Not waste my time thinking
Of stuff you will approve.
#poetry ?
#travelogue
When did my friend
Mad Havan start
Splitting names,
Was it after he married
Lax Mi or when he fell
In love with Swap Na,
His first born
Suffered most-
F. #Oodles S.,
The second
Was a riddle-
Sans Ex,
My godchild A. R. Jun
Should have been
De Vil In Car Nate.
#vss365
Why am I smiling
In this Golden Age,
When every #community is
Happy and crazy
With thoughts
So sick,
I think of her breast
In this Darkest Hour,
When the butcher is
Me and you and all
With knife
Hacking.
#vss365
Racing on the highway,
With thoughts of the end
And a careless prayer
To a #deaf forsaken god,
She came to me then,
A message in the clouds
Floating in the azure sea,
In the code of vague hope,
"We are not here,
For the whole story,
We were there,
That is enough."
#vss365
"Why are you in the doghouse today?"
"I was at my poetic best."
"Ah!"
"Spouses are like #termites,
Deep within they conspire,
Before one realizes,
Thou art premature dust."
"And, unto doghouse thou returnest."
"hA!"
#vss365
After our first swapping party, she was happy and I wasn’t.
Second time, we were both in heaven. Or hell. Whichever is more wicked.
Then, there was that undercover priest who said we are evil to swap souls. Till he swapped his, that of a killer, for a #feminist soul.
#vss365
If my dreams of love and happiness
Had come true,
I would have wondered why fantasies
Were usual.
It’s not that the strange and perplexing
Are my thing,
It’s tiring to be a #resilient
Common bore.
#vss365
The ruler shouts “#Rebellion!”
On top of new highways.
They come and they go,
Common man treads the old road,
Hoping change will wait.
#vss365
(I am in my old haunts at Panjim. Around noon, to escape from the rain, I waited in Mr. Baker. Lovely snacks, tea and a lady owner who reminded me of a favourite teacher. Well, she didn’t say, “Arjun, out!”)
They forced the parole on me.
Too comfortable with solitary,
Crappy food and torture
And self-annihilation-
That’s my crime these days.
Be out there (won’t I be alone?),
Have #brownie and beer at ten,
Be a human, they say-
That’s cruel, I tell you.
But I’ve to go.
#vss365
