quotes

reality is such a knock-off

never underestimate life. if you think you're fucked and life cannot get any worse, think again.

fools gold

i don't know whether you belong to nature, or in nature, but when i look at you, i see nature itself. in you i see nothing but every single element that makes it up. you're not just human, you're more. you're the earth building a structure, mud by mud pore by pore, you're the wind sailing through the structure, you're the water soothing the structure, you're the fire that burns within. you're the nightbringer, the shadow, the shade. you're the morning start, fresh breath and wings. you're everywhere, you can disintegrate, merge, rise.

you don't need a room, a house
the forests were made for you

the lake your bath
the moonlight the mood lighting

only the palms betray your true form
your true origins

human is just a shape, and
as you walk along the sunset
only i shall know what besets your shadow

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because only i can see it, only i have the eyes
and in that you're mine, in that you're my slave
you may be my muse and my goddess
but in that you're my slave

remembering fatimah

she walked in wrapped in white and blue
with an innocent grin on her face
jesting, naughty, free and smart
she easily lit up the place

her smile, her easiness was of natural fibre
acting wasn't about acting at all
she walked with a book of leaves prised to her chest
there was such life within

then she came one night, hurried in fashion
a shawl wrapped around her
with hair falling and never ending
and eyes twinkling through and through

there she stood slim on toes
with the backdrop of the night
the night cowered behind
her fairy had landed

as we sat together and talked
her hair touched my face
it was as if we'd known each other
laughing over and over by the parking lot

it was to be cut short
the day she came to me in her salwar
we spend the day stealing glances at each other
with the rest of the world uproar

time has a funny way of playing
and began another adventure
she became the master
and me the hungry pastor

she wore a lot other pretty things
but the prettiest she wore was her hair
the beads, the simple cotton fabric, the torn jeans
were mere appendages to garment
that flowed like the night river

that river celebrated everytime
we shared the night sky and moonlight
we spend many a time fumbling and fondling

there were those times
she was wrapped like a mafia at midnight
there were those times
we stayed up talking all night

we shared dreams, aspirations and visions
we shared hopes, ideas and our bodies
we also shared our souls and existence
we shared everything we had and
we shared everything we could offer

there were times when she wore yellow
there were times when she wore orange
there were times when we talked for hours
with her sitting by the window sill

we comforted and motivated
we cheered as a team
we made jokes and were naughty
we walked, drove and rode

we felt elation together
we hid together and
we admired together
we resented together

as i look back upon those moments, i realize
the best way to know what attracted you
is to remember a memory
only the thing that attracted you will be there
and the rest will be a haze
and you're flooded all over the place

we began a journey
i didn't know i could feel this way
i guess i didn't know to love
and i guess you were on your search for it

we still haven't found
but i hope you do
i really do
both love and and peace

god knows!

i often wonder, why i'm a little atypical when i'm with you. it must be a good thing, who wants to be typical anyway. but it's more than that. when we are close, sitting together, lying together, hands close enough to make the hair strands prick, palm close enough to brush over your face, fingers streaming through your hair, i become more. i am not just pulkit anymore. i am not sure what i am, whether i am not myself, more myself, another side of myself, or perhaps more correctly both of us, but i am sure i am not just pulkit anymore
call it an orgasmic high, cosmic high, whatever, but there is a certain rush that plays through the body, pore by pore, stem by stem, that changes things, makes me lose myself in the moment. my brain melts and all my senses become more accentuated than ever. every syllable of your name begins a different note of music, there is so much stillness you wouldn't miss the dust dropping on the floor. the touch of the earthen hands transport me, make me feel i'm still connected to the mud below, part of the earth; we are like two pounds of clay grown out of the earth melting into each other. if we were but trees, your hair would've provided shade to entire forest that was us, they would've brushed my face like the leaves dancing in a wind.
and then the time would come for one of us to leave and shatter the beautiful image, only to be rebuilt again the next time

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future cannot be predicted, it can only be made

creature

you know i never looked at you as just a human, it seemed too limiting, i always looked at you as more, a human, a bird, a fish, a winged beast, an animal, more importantly a creature. at times when we lay together i could feel myself as an animal, feel both of us were animals, wild boars lost in the greenery basking in the centre of a grove as the moonlight bathed upon our naked bodies. only i guess it was more often the evening daylight. you were too beautiful to be just human, the clothes were just a macabre to blend in. you could've been a unicorn i guess, if they ever existed, or who knows, they may have been invented just to match a feeble description that pails infront of you. but those legs belonged to a creature of land and sea and air.

when i looked at  you walk, sometimes you felt like "a painting that walks". human was too limiting a word. it was too graceful, it had to be a canvas, it had to be that a painting had come to life; a painting not limited by the strokes of men, not even by my imagination. a painting had come to life. as you stayed still, i could see a sculpture, a beautiful sculpture that never moved, that wasn't saying too much now, just had a funny smile etched on its face. this smile had jest, hunger, faith, naughtiness, it was menacing and calm at the same time. it had the momentariliness and was everlasting at the same time. it was there and elsewhere at the same time. it was a sculpture at that moment, it didn't say too much, but it had so much to be said until the veil broke.

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you have to look at the girl everytime like its the last time cos you never know when it is gonna be the last time, and there's gonna be a last time, and when its the last time youre gonna hate yourself for ever for not looking at her the last time like it was the last time