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A wolf, a vulture or a kid, I often have to choose from. To remain on the hunt forevermore or live on dead and decaying. A need for one’s survival.

As a kid it’s never been easy. The game leads to victory and loss. Full of heartbreaks and moments of pride, arguments and celebrations.

And a place for enormous growth.


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A flame that flickers

Fireflies are frisking in the dim darkness. There’s an earthen lamp with a flickering flame. Is it shrieking and sobbing? Maybe it’s just a wobbly whisper which finally settles down into quietude. Apparently, it is battling against the dark. In one way or the other, it has succeeded. And when it’s gone, the darkness will be defined as — the absence of light.
The soul of this lamp is for everyone. This flame, the potentiality, and verve are always there. Then how is it that we don’t even flicker? We are awaiting someone to kindle the lamp. And that someone seems almost impossible to be reached. Because each is busy making a noise. We are perturbed by something which has nothing to do with us. The noise never really has anything to do with anyone.
We are not a harbinger of hope. We never go to tell anyone that things will become better. We never come forward to put a smile on someone’s face. We break the broken and defeat the weak. We have to win. The triviality of triumph!


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The craving

When I feel my gorge rise

I step back

into a world of my own,

away from plutocracy;

where I walk unencumbered

beyond those limitations;

where my intonations

are not reactions,

but, expressions

flowing freely into

unalloyed continuance 

of me;

strengthening my resolve,

not looking for cognizance,

not moved by puffery

or, recognition;

The victory I crave

is intrinsic to me,

in the pursuit of musk.