Poetry

From The Corner Of The Earth.

From the corner of the earth,

My friend,

Sir Lark,

Called me out.

Said-“My friend, I am here.

It’s all well and good.”

I replied-“How are you my old friend?

Did you have doughnuts for breakfast this morning?”

He simply chuckled and said-“Are you kidding me?

I am the doughnut man. Anytime.Everytime.”

I asked him to send some cinnamon doughnuts over to us.

He said-“Already done. I have opened a new shop near my home.Are you all coming?

 Or shall I come?”

I replied-“I don’t know the way. Come and pick us up.”

He said-“I will.”

Adios!

WRITING

Consciousness.

Consciousness means world. Surprising isn’t it. Whatever you are conscious of, you are aware of.

If you aren’t, then it all means zilch-zero.

Consciousness entombs the fragrance of a beautiful rose, the sight of the bright sun, the aroma of an excellent food item.

It has the whole world in your sphere.

It is basically a way of seeing the world, in the way it is shown.

While making a pastry, you can’t see the cohesion of the ingredients but it is happening.

So, it isn’t a part pf your consciousness, yet it is. For when the pastry sets together and is fully prepared, then only you can have it. So, your consciousness is aware that the pastry is made and it is ready for consumption but you can’t see the inner micro details of each and every molecule of the pastry.

That’s a common place where consciousness can’t reach directly. It can if you take a tiny piece of that pastry and place it under a high power microscope, you would be able to see the finer details of it.

Your gastric system is supposed to be running up and fine. The moment it gives away, you have to run to the toilet, to………………………. So, till that of giving away, you were conscious that all was well, yet it happened. Maybe too much oily food or some stale left over food from the refrigerator.

However,that’s what consciousness is. It is very limited, yet superfine, yet unaware of most things and specifically of the beautiful things existent in this world.

Adios!

design

The Beautiful Graphics.

The beautiful graphics

Were not for her.

The beautiful graphics,

Were not for the cake.

The beautiful graphics,

Had to be curated.

The beautiful graphics,

Were truly beautiful,

As it had majesty,

Love and kindness.

The beautiful graphics,

Were an artist’s true mark,

For any art isn’t without an artist,

An artist isn’t without art.

Adios!

destination

Taking the Bus Somewhere Else.

Taking the bus somewhere else,

The boat began to rock.

The bus was on the boat.

Well it wasn’t a boat but a super-sized mega boat.

For the boat had been newly bought,

And the bus owner was anxious.

But the boat reached its destination,

And all heaved a sigh of relief.        

But what’s the fun in it?

Well the bus wasn’t a bus at all.

It was part of a tram which had been bought for the inter city tram project,

And if this part of the tram had not reached it’s destination properly then,

All would have gone waste.

So, when the part reached the city atlast,

All had cheered,

And within a week the tram was set up.

And the boat owner pledged never to take such subtle orders again.

Adios!