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slowly someone
has untwisted my neck
let me see
what's infront of me.

slowly the waves have
washed my hands
my tired magic wand.

she has gone for a walk now
talking is so strenous,
we use our minds,

usually we let giggling
be our language.
now we are talking of savings
of words split into two or three
for the sake of clarity

for the sake of togetherness.

clay can simulate
merged minds as cigarette ashes as time
between doorways crushed.

the cycle
of seasons in my tea
she wakes up late, when all
dreams are over, when she needs water.

a state of alertness!
words whispered to me
before I sleep.

bright morning
window staring
I will wake her and encircle
her with stars.

let filaments grow
they said, my garden has been
stagnant for a while.

far-flings, peace clings
to her body
like a wet fabric.

From foloating in the river with maps and guidebooks and adrenalin to calmly wading around. Absence of stress can be stressful

Gujarat, Ayodhya and now London. The last week I have been reading about floods and terrorist attacks. Why are the terrorists boiling over? The world with no resistance feels so flat.

We've been working more on the film than anything else. Spending time in the studio, staring at the timeline, reviewing footage, reviewing voice.

Its good weather, quite cool, not very hot, not much sun.

Why am I drifting away from my friends again? Beware of the mind which doesn't speak too much. "Don't push yourself too much." When anything changes, it feels insinscere, it feels like water passing over a marble floor - easy!

Allowing myself to be a rock which be shattered easily. How to listen to something fundamentally fabulous and go back to your work after five minutes? Dispassion. Self learning is a dangerous practise. One can keep converting things one sees into alliterations-joined-at-the-edges and draw conclusions. Can one just lie back, relax, listen and put things in the information drawer without thinking of them again? I can't.

I am a charged banana. I beleive in taking things to heart. The heart needs extra barricades here. Why do we seek top be professional - so that our work becomes more important than us. So that instead of nimble someones trying to do something - we become executing agents of a particular agenda. If we select one path and go go go, we are bound to be successful. Selecting one path - me? I am a multi-tasker. I need to let some kites fly loose, else my kites will start cutting the other.

That will be end of destiny. Death would be one dream clashing into another, till you are left absolutely anxious and incurable.