Life Is.

Who wants not to be no-one?
If I am someone, am I happy ?
Does happiness equals becoming?
Merciful rain clasps soil.

Drawing by Vijay
Drawing by Vijay

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Nature has its many colours;
the fifty shades of gray!
Likewise, the human mind has its share of shades too.
The memory ripples.
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Does the sky, the sea or the space, have a limit ?
Is there a limit to my thoughts ?
Isn’t everything not limited ?
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Right – wrong
good – bad
light – dark
happy – sad
calm – agitated
divided – undivided
Thought – emptiness & void !

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The accelerator of a motor bike shakes the building,
a stark contrast to the ethereal allegri’s miserere,
the gym opens and bodies flow in.

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DNA music is arbitrary
Bach’s music is orderly
A skylark sings melodiously and a cockerel cock-a-doodle-doos loudly
The day begins. Let’s go.

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Was that love or mere infatuation, she broods
Could she decipher the difference, for she has but only truly and madly loved him.
Why, why ?

Love sick, she says,
She yearns for him
He is married now.
Why face I the wrath of love?
But the nature of love is to just love sans borders.

Outside the library in UPenn
Outside the library in UPenn

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The sorrow of a mother who has lost a child.
The sorrow of the earth whose rivers run dry.
The joy of a hornet when it frees a trap. Life is

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and thought…
Numbers are fictional. A simple click of the button ‘delete’ erases them.
Humanoids, are we ?
There is no shame, I shall say.

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In reality there is no boundary in a computer,
as the files are merely 0s and 1s arranged in all possible ways.
Humans have invented memory.

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Is grief limited to living beings ?
Does a rock have a feeling ?
When cells undergo apoptosis, the grief is alleviated by invagination.

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No child left behind, the US says.
Mother has to talk to a child. They say.
What if I am deaf, mute and blind. How shall I communicate ?

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Is night evil ?
Walking up and down the wall, the hornet tires itself.
The longing for the natural habitat is in every species.
Freedom.

The joy knew no bounds.
The hornet gets in, reaches the window.
It sees the sky, yearns for freedom.
The window opens, it flies at last.
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To see the shooting stars in the magnificent sky.
To see the silhouette of the cedar of Lebanon on a full moon in the south lawn.
Beauty is.

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Rain, memories, the lush green.
Knowledge is bought.
What is it to worry about the future ?
Vamos embrace it.

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Stars. Almost forgotten them.
Cold light. Seeing me, seeing you.
A lonely hornet in the hallway struggling
the whole night to get away.
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When the cloud merges, it looks like a vast ocean.
A lonely bird is flying in circles.
The fan is blurting out cold air in the room.

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The clouds are high, overlooking everything. It moves.
It disperses, it coalesces and disperses again,

Does it have a mind on its own ?
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