Seminars-The Bane of Existence

Seminar I

Conversation flows;
slowly.
Discourse, pretence;
morally.
Boredom occurs;
eternally.
Blah blah BLAH;
words spew on.
The sandman cometh,
slithering.
Eyes Wide Shut,
internally.

Seminar II

In outer space I fly,
around the orbit I roam,
lonely planet,singular structure,
island from myself.

Understanding being lost, I go.
Single cellular organisms,
Deify themselves.

A bunch of poetry written ages ago

L’Esprit

The night watchman sleeps silently
while she tiptoes onto the grass.

She looks around amazed,
her lackadaisical body following her every command.

The stars gaze at her feet,
envy her rhythm
and whisper jealously amongst themselves.

But yet she dances...

Throws around her locks
and swings,
into the magic of the night, without a care in the world.

She dances...

A revival of spirit, of faith
she brings with herself.

It is self-affirmation she looks for
as the night becomes day,

And yet she dances...

Smiling and happy,
her voice echoes and boomerangs
as the tiny sprite shines;
She glimmers till the day takes her away and she is gone.

Heat

The stations of life roll by;

Dhak Dhak, Dhak Dhak,

Like the beat of a heart.

I tremble inspite of myself

and hold on to a shape.

I am an ant,

crawling towards the top;

stuck within evolution,

just like everyone else.

The glass breaks

scattering time everywhere;

I am, I am not...

I could have been,

I will be.

This is, after all,

just a regular day

on the Mumbai Local.

Dissection through eyes around,

piercing my skin.

Yes, so it's gonna freakin' rain

Look around, it's The City of Blinding Lights. Believe it or not, this city will never fail to blind you. Coming from an insomniac writing this in the middle of the night, rest assured that happiness is not going to be part of this blog post, for sure. If anything, there may be more than a dozen rantings and raving of possibly the randomest things you've ever heard(read?) in your life. Yes, I am the Queen of Randomness and MUHAHAHA, this is my newfound domain.
The most obvious thing that drops at the Speed of Sound into my ickle sized brain is the absolute urge to start writing a personalized character sketch, But then there's something unbelievably delicious about holding back, like the small stain of dark chocolate on a bright red strawberry; Forbidden, Erotic,Fantastic.
Yes, so, of course, coming back, it's been getting a little bit overcast in these parts, and the thought of the impending monsoons seems to delight everyone into a tizzy. Oh My Lord, its going to rain.Yes, Mother of Joy, it will definitely rain. Actually, right now would be a good place to start you off on some insider knowledge.(If you haven't guessed already, that is) I HATE THE RAINS.
When those goopy dark gumdrops fall from the sky, it feels like the Fury of the Gods to me. Brown it is, in these parts, not the proverbial blue that reminds you of a happy e e cummings poem. Oh NO SIRREE, its as brown as a dog rolled in mud, and never as happy.
Welcome people, to the world of dysfunction. I, unlike all of you, hate the rains. Prepare to be flabbergasted. This is me, NOW!