Shoddy
i migrated. i let my blog of hapless and hopeless love poetry waft off into cyberspace. dosent matter really. its mine yes. but i dont feel passionately towards it. it talks of my passion, yes. but they are passions spent. i have moved on. not lower down the ladder of ardour, but higher up. i feel almost like a sadhu capable of levitation…circling in the sands of every lost second in the anesthesia of love, in my zest for trying to keep my head above the shoddy sham that life is presenting itself to be.
its miraculous how people manage to be so persistent with the prostitution of life. they arent living. . they are chasing cars (materialism), they are found in enclosed cubicles staring into the flat screen before them, calculating, they are found in queues at departmental stores and at lucky draws wasting their luck trying to get lucky. When the business of life catches up with them, they evaporate listlessly into the undulating plains of un-understanding. they are lost then.
i dont want to land up among them. that is not where i belong.
I’d rather levitate in my mind than patronize a ramdev baba to help me do it in real. i think i do it better!!
I live to live and i love to live it!
