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The force of habit

 

It's a habit that I have:

Wait for the moon to rise,

And wait with you,

For the moon to glide.

The force of habit

Carries on,

Even when it's a new moon,

And, even when I'm all alone.

Mood of the colour blind

 

It is blue, not black,

The colour in the mind's eye,

Of the colour blind.

*This is in Haiku format

यह ज्ञान मिल भी जाए तो क्या है?

 

कभी ज्ञान बाँटता हूँ, 

कभी ज्ञान लेता हूँ,

जीवन ऐसे ही कटता है,

पर,

यह ज्ञान मिल भी जाए

तो क्या है?

अगले जन्म तो न ले जाऊँ

मैं यह ज्ञान |

Let's ride the moon that's parked outside

 

I stopped the world

To get you off.

Now, let's ride the moon

That's parked outside.

(The moon stops too,

When the earth stops.)

Let's do Parikrama of *Dharti Ma

Seven times over.

(For that will suffice to do

Mount Kailash's Parikrama.)

Indeed,

Let's democratise Parikrama,

Why should only satellites

Have the privilege

To do Parikrama of *Dharti Ma?

*Dharti Ma: Mother Earth

Numbers are just numbers, rest is Maya

 

I received this beautiful presentation of numbers:

But when I looked closely, I found that it was just the fraction 111/3 that was being multiplied both at the numerator and denominator by 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, and 9.

Numbers are just numbers, rest is Maya. Now think of the date today:

18 + 7 = 25

Now if we apply the commutative law of addition, we get the American date format:

7 + 18 = 25

So, I say, 'Numbers are just numbers, rest is Maya.'

Some blood goes the usual way

 

Love never dies

Without a trace.

You will find traces,

In the withered flowers

Of borrowed library books,

Or, in the lingering scents

In the gardens of eden,

Or, in the silver lines

Of a waning moonlit night.

Not all blood rushes

Through the bypassed heart,

Some still goes the usual way.