To Bossman, and possibly to John as well. Born a few thousand years old. Aged by fate and heritage,. Maturing in subjectivities of history. Thus I stand amidst others, who,. Like myself, stand testimony to. I behold Arjuna unleash the weapon. Of that ancient war on my soul. With maternal pride and anxiety. In the Tibetan horizons;.

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Wherever you maybe be from. This is my first blog. I have been a jack of most trades,. But never could be a master of any. I have been through downs and ups like a roller coaster. Been through phases of being homeless, jobless and penniless. I have looked at life and tried to understand the human minds. It has landed me in trouble on more than one occasion.

With everybody else in your life you have. This that the absolute thing. Everything that needs needs NEEDS! And you have to slam it down. The nature of your importance. But I remember when you picked your nose. And ate your own buggers. I used to let the rhyme determine. Where the thought would go. Otherwise it has to be. Did you know i have the original.

After a long long time again I have nothing to postto tell you frankly many a times I lack ideas.

With love, from my Last Lion Goddess. Your kiss spins like a dice in the night air and finds a shelter in the naked geometry of my face. Friday, February 20, 2015. This blog has now moved to deeptesh. You all are welcome to visit me there. 0 kissed the crystal rain. Monday, October 1, 2012. 0 kissed the crystal rain. 0 kissed the crystal rain. 0 kissed the crystal rain. Sunday, January 1, 2012. Love poem, not again. At 4 am in the morning.

Friday, February 24, 2012. When the thesis can be submitted. Where the mind is trapped in itself and and the overburdened head aches. Where insanity threatens every thought. Where the world is threatened by absurdity. And reason shivers in fright. Where words are truly meaningless. Where tireless striving delivers further despair. Where the clear stream of reason has truly lost its way. Amidst the dreary desert sand of dead habit.

August 2, 2007 in art. After twenty years of contemplation. The conclusion of a Buddhist monk;. The ashes and dust from which they arose. No time in my life. Despite the trauma of corporate rape. To have time to think. Even in the queues in Centrelink. Enmeshed in a system grinding on.