Showing posts with label Whimsy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Whimsy. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Are You Looking?

There seems to be a pattern to everything.

Have you been looking closely?

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

A Kafka Quote

All that he does seems to him, it is true, extraordinarily new, but also, because of the incredible spate of new things, extraordinarily amateurish, indeed scarcely tolerable, incapable of becoming history, breaking short the chain of the generations, cutting off for the first time at its most profound source the music of the world, which before him could atleast be divined. Sometimes in his arrogance he has more anxiety for the world than for himself.

- Kafka, "He" (Aphorisms)

Tuesday, September 04, 2007

Irony, The Recurring Theme

It is often in the busy wilderness, that you find a spot that pulsates with the 'quiet'.

It is at that despondent lonely spot, where even at the lowest point, you have never been more alive! Its there that you hear the loudest, see the clearest and breathe the deepest.

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Irony

Before a breakthrough, a breakdown seems necessary ...

Monday, August 27, 2007

Relative Reality

Who would've thought, in a land of sinning neanderthals,
Am the saint who wears a halo.
But before I take a bow,
It would do me good to remember,
Basis of civilization might just be borne out of relativity.

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Epiphany

Double entendres rock.
Nonsense makes the most sense.
Puns make the clearest point.
And jokes send the clearest message.

But, when they say it isn't personal, they only lie.

Monday, August 20, 2007

Choices

It doesn’t even matter, the choices you make,
because on some days, it is the proverbial cliché;
the seas, the devil, all seemingly have a role to play.

So you ask everyone you know, which way
do you go, left, or right; conversations incessantly
dominated with choices every night.

Take a poll, toss a coin, and pick one of the two fingers
what if door number one, was better than the other;
at the end of the day, a regret or more lingers.

Maybe both lead to the arena of lions,
Or to the galleries where you stay untouched.
A roman joke, but choices need to be made.

And because, it doesn’t even matter, the choices you make,
on some days, it is the proverbial cliché;
the seas, the devil, all seemingly have a role to play.

But choices still need to be made.

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

That One Question

From Alice In Wonderland...

Alice: I wonder if I've been changed in the night? Let me think. Was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is 'Who in the world am I?' Ah, that's the great puzzle!

Monday, July 16, 2007

One Of Those




Holly: The blues are because you’re getting fat and maybe it’s been raining too long, you’re just sad that’s all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you’re afraid and you don’t know what you’re afraid of.

From: Breakfast At Tiffany’s

Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Oh, The Hurricane Season



You just don’t complain after a point.
Life is gooooooood!

Friday, May 18, 2007

A Contrast



In the dark of the night, the truth shines through.
In the quiet solitude, are the noisiest declarations.

You strain to hear, because blank noise can be deafening.

Friday, May 11, 2007

I Say...


... its hard not to be mystified, but I stay strangely grounded!

Wednesday, May 09, 2007

Why

Precisely the least, the softest, lightest, a lizard's rustling, a breath, a flash, a moment, a little makes the way of the best happiness.
- Frederich Nietzsche, Thus Spake Zarathustra

Its funny how, “Little”, needs so much damn effort!




Bumps and Curves. And damn those winding ones.
Why can’t it be straight? And simple?