Stats And Facts

What are you curious about right now? What frame of reference are you currently using to interpret the world? To understand what I’m asking, think about what you would notice in an outdoor plaza on a busy summer day. Would you notice the art installments? What about the strip of grass that is dead because everyone cuts across it? Would you notice the names and logos of the stores or the types of businesses that are operating? What about the people? Would you notice the homeless person on the corner? The books that people are reading? Or would your focus be trained on the clothes that people are wearing? At any given moment, the things you are curious about frame the way you see everything. If you’re starting a business, you would probably notice the businesses. If you are an aspiring artist, you would notice the art. If you love to skateboard, you would notice which rails don’t have knots on them. Life is an exam where the syllabus is unknown and question papers a...

It is that time of the year again. With chilly winds brushing the hair out of my face in the morning when I leave for college to how I edge closer to my pillow when I am switching channels on the TV at midnight. Yes, Autumn is here. The beautiful leaves cracking underneath my bare feet on the ground are shouting to me, Autumn is here. Autumn is decked with the beauties of nature. The dry clouds float in the sky. Most of them are white and bulging. They look like sail-boats fluting on the sea. The beautiful Autumnal flowers are in bloom. All the day they look at sun. The white and blue lilies bloom in the evening. Some of the lilies are red too. All the night, they gaze at the moon. The glossy moon of Autumn beams bright. The moonlit sky looks like a beautiful blue glass. The Autumnal breeze passes through the green bought of the trees and leaves rustle. They make a dreamland of light and shade. It was one of those days when i get latish in the morning, when the sun b...

Tonight, I want to fall in love with a stranger . A stranger . Maybe I will find her on the lanes I walk, or somewhere near the highway coffee shop. I want to catch hold of her, and talk to her about life, about love. I want to talk to her about my ambivalent days and my stressful, yet peaceful nights. I want to talk to her about my last love poem when I don’t believe in love. I want to talk to her about god, being an atheist. I want to tell her how much I adore tattoos and how much I want to travel the world. I want to know her idea of favourite countries and maybe I add that up in my list being the reason. I want to be hers now. Only hers ‘now’. I want her to know how much I want her to be a part of me. I want to lie down on the grass with her counting stars and see if the number matches. I want to fall for her and make her fall for me just for once. Just for the moment. I want her to figure out how chaotic I sound. I want her to tell me how cluttered or how sorte...