Kabir

It's late in the night. Kabir says to reach truth i need to stop searching for it in external world, stop looking for escape routes.. let my eyes be opened to what's there to see.. right there..
i see you opning eyes, afraid of the first rays, unaccustomed, tentative.
Do not run away from life i say, as if i know..

on the last day..

On the last day god rested after creating man and giving him the reign of all things alive and inanimate..
I have no pictures to show on what he missed out, though he knew .. there are things you just do not finish to perfection..
I leave without doing many things, fulfill many pledges, into uncertain future..this life is a monster i created, which love and tenderness, and with regrets..
The monster survives the amphitheater sometimes.. well, games never were for faint hearted..
I saw many things and couldn't pull myself away enough to draw what it was like.. thus i am a bad painter, a bad historian, my account contains many errors,innumerable fallacies, the beautiful parts i missed, and others i never knew untill after..

I know many would grow to love these imperfections, treating them as lovers treat the scars of their first nights..Imperfection make us individuals, they give us a niche to call our own..
That's not how i wanted things to turn out, but, now it's there, and it works, makes good recipe for drama and nostalgia.
So i watch, and what's visible, sometimes dig into what wasn't out of curiosity.. sometimes i have this great ugre to put things right, and i give up midway as i get engrossed into something fascinating unravelling from mundane..
I leave thus

In limbo

For millania i waited full of faith..and then god said i did not exist..i took my bow and vanished..he says i do not exist and i protest with muted voice..words illegitimized..unseen to naked eyes as the are lowered in shame and guilt.. Yes i am angry. I want my right to death..