(Written sometime in 2017)
There is no winning. You are just some energy bound in time. Everything else is what humans call prejudice. Glib, clever remarks must get rid of those too. This is utmost bareness. Nudity. Nakedness. Prejudiced shame.
Sorry. Thank you. Society. Fear. .. A handshake. A hug. A kiss. Ritual. A goat to Ali. A buffalo to Kali. A chicken to man. Don't be a copycat. Honesty is the best policy. Political slogans. Hopeless labour. Childhood fantasies. Ants, spiders and lizards. Chinese medicine. Africa's children. Ingredients: X, Y, Z, tears as per taste. .. Line me up, shout me down, play the dying Zeppelin song till you know what.. Winning is losing. Health is wealth. The rich are the poor. The wise are the foolish. Standards of living... Where was the boot from of that अवारा joker? Japan. Land of the rising Sun. Still if there is a hole in your you know what, hold these there - 'Don't be fooled by colours. Don't be fooled by colours.' And while they uttered about her and her, I stared blankly. And while they danced wildly, I stared blankly. And while they shot that rocket up above the world so high, I stared blankly. Mixed signals. It's that time of the year again, when birds sing and flowers bloom. Help me paint this wall with colours. Move your bricks and make this a chorus. And I stare blankly.!? .?! !.? !?. ?.! ?!. P&C. Africa's children. मत पूछ क्या हाल है मेरा तेरे पीछे, तू देख क्या रंग है तेरा मेरे आगे। Don't ask - 'How are you?' Know - 'How colourful you are!' Joining hands. Touching feet. आदाब अदब से। Cross-signing off... Beware, all I ask. Of dogs and other wild animals, especially the one of that kingly species. And they are your best friends. Friends close, enemies closer. Subtle signals. Africa's children. Xenophobia. Nana's method is the best, match the colour of the rest. रगों में दौड़ना, आँख से टपकना - Living a death. Love. Difference and Repetition. La Di Da. La Di Da. आलू का चालू बेटा कहाँ गए थे, बन्दर की झोपड़ी में सो रहे थे। कुछ नकलची बंदरों की कहानी। Civilised people fast forwarding civilisation. Morning one at office. Evening one at home. Monday to Sunday. Monday. Sunday to Monday. Nunday.
An assortment of toffees. A match box. Scratched paper. A new day. A new beginning. The Sun also rises. Me, myself and my tree. With thorns and flowers complete. An Ulysses. कहता सच्ची मधुशाला, अलग अलग पथ - Africa's children.
There is no winning. You are just some energy bound in time. Everything else is what humans call prejudice. Glib, clever remarks must get rid of those too. This is utmost bareness. Nudity. Nakedness. Prejudiced shame.
Sorry. Thank you. Society. Fear. .. A handshake. A hug. A kiss. Ritual. A goat to Ali. A buffalo to Kali. A chicken to man. Don't be a copycat. Honesty is the best policy. Political slogans. Hopeless labour. Childhood fantasies. Ants, spiders and lizards. Chinese medicine. Africa's children. Ingredients: X, Y, Z, tears as per taste. .. Line me up, shout me down, play the dying Zeppelin song till you know what.. Winning is losing. Health is wealth. The rich are the poor. The wise are the foolish. Standards of living... Where was the boot from of that अवारा joker? Japan. Land of the rising Sun. Still if there is a hole in your you know what, hold these there - 'Don't be fooled by colours. Don't be fooled by colours.' And while they uttered about her and her, I stared blankly. And while they danced wildly, I stared blankly. And while they shot that rocket up above the world so high, I stared blankly. Mixed signals. It's that time of the year again, when birds sing and flowers bloom. Help me paint this wall with colours. Move your bricks and make this a chorus. And I stare blankly.!? .?! !.? !?. ?.! ?!. P&C. Africa's children. मत पूछ क्या हाल है मेरा तेरे पीछे, तू देख क्या रंग है तेरा मेरे आगे। Don't ask - 'How are you?' Know - 'How colourful you are!' Joining hands. Touching feet. आदाब अदब से। Cross-signing off... Beware, all I ask. Of dogs and other wild animals, especially the one of that kingly species. And they are your best friends. Friends close, enemies closer. Subtle signals. Africa's children. Xenophobia. Nana's method is the best, match the colour of the rest. रगों में दौड़ना, आँख से टपकना - Living a death. Love. Difference and Repetition. La Di Da. La Di Da. आलू का चालू बेटा कहाँ गए थे, बन्दर की झोपड़ी में सो रहे थे। कुछ नकलची बंदरों की कहानी। Civilised people fast forwarding civilisation. Morning one at office. Evening one at home. Monday to Sunday. Monday. Sunday to Monday. Nunday.
An assortment of toffees. A match box. Scratched paper. A new day. A new beginning. The Sun also rises. Me, myself and my tree. With thorns and flowers complete. An Ulysses. कहता सच्ची मधुशाला, अलग अलग पथ - Africa's children.
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