Monday, July 16, 2007

A lone petal broke away from the flower. Fell into the water. Created ripples among the floating leaves. Making space for itself. Floating, flowing away from them. Making its way to the waterfall.

Then appeared a lone leaf from the sea of leaves that were left behind. Floating along. Looking for the same waterfall.

The black was darker. The white was purer. They met, but never merged. It was calmly disturbing and brightly inviting.

The waterfall didn’t exist.

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Anonymous e said...

Ilusionist. Nicely done!

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11:53 PM  
Blogger Arcane Crapper said...

Sounds like one of those Zen koans... :|

6:30 PM  
Blogger Zeph Keyes said...

love the way your blog looks!
o, and enjoyed reading it as well... to quote e, "nicely done!"

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Blogger death said...

quite a hiatus. the background's certainly changed

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Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Red ink on paper

Lost in thoughts
Fallen into time

Searching for words
Looking for that simple rhyme

Growing cold and old
Stained with death and dust

The spiritless souls wander
In a morbid drunken lust

7 Comments:

Blogger Cherie! said...

Nice :)

3:54 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

its funny how this post and your state of mind are diametrically opposite at the very same time

1:14 PM  
Blogger Arcane Crapper said...

Vortices of thought
Dragging deeper down

Wandering for meaning
And lusting for breathing

Broken and torn,
These souls forlorn.

2:21 AM  
Blogger Arcane Crapper said...

Also, a very appropriate comment you left. Thank you.

2:21 AM  
Blogger aradhana said...

so simple but very well said.

hey, ur blog looks could kill.. :)

11:44 PM  
Anonymous masti ki paathshala said...

well said .

3:22 AM  
Anonymous humbl devil said...

your words contradict themselves...
:D

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Tuesday, February 27, 2007

It’s funny how the things that you think will make you the happiest, finally happen and make you cry.

8 Comments:

Blogger chaos said...

it's funny, sometimes you finally don't really care for the "most wanted" thing in your life...

10:58 AM  
Blogger Arcane Crapper said...

Somehow, I seem to be associating your words with topology.

:|

4:11 AM  
Blogger GhostOfTomJoad said...

But they happen...things, I mean...don't they

10:54 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hi J,

its Laxman here - have come to Bangalore and will b here for a week. anychance of meeting u

1:24 PM  
Blogger Arcane Crapper said...

Dear J,

R.I.P.

1:40 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

so u cried?

-GR

11:41 AM  
Blogger Debnath Goswami said...

True you are. That is the way life is.

10:18 AM  
Anonymous Eliora said...

People should read this.

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Friday, February 02, 2007


I’m weird. I’m boring. Weioring.
I’m shy. I’m dumb. Shumb.

I can't talk. To people I know and people I don’t know.
I used to do well with strangers. Now I’m losing touch.

Sometimes I can't think of a single thing to say.
Something I just make excuses for myself

I'm more of a writer than a speaker, I say.
And when I’m supposed to write… I have no excuses to make?

I stand alone most of the time. I rarely feel left out.
But I get the feeling people wouldn’t understand that it’s my choice to stay away.

I'm not really scared of saying something wrong.
But I often think I’d be ruining the moment.

I hate it when people don’t dissect me.
I hate it when people go overboard with the analysis.

I’d do so well without people.
I’m afraid this is the wrong time.

4 Comments:

Blogger humbl devil said...

seems like e'body's going through a writer's block...
first maddy, then u, & some more...
now isn't the time...hmmm...

1:49 AM  
Blogger Arcane Crapper said...

And then the self splits two ways.
One erratic, the other composed.

People will be just people, always.
It's always the right time, to stay away and closed.

2:08 AM  
Blogger arvindiyer said...

I agree on all the above..and i have to tell you... I like you the way you are:) Take care you!!

4:31 PM  
Blogger The Hermit of Wandering Thoughts said...

12I'm more of a writer than a speaker

I am too..

I often wonder why we slowly become silent... just spectators to ourselves too.. maybe its just growing up... but there is also some connection to Meloncholic Solitude that we crave..



and body language..hmmm... lets see..I am useless with advice.
cheersz

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Thursday, January 25, 2007

The 6-word fiction.

Born. Lived. Loved. Hated. Wasted. Died.

3 Comments:

Blogger Arcane Crapper said...

You forgot 'Resurrected'. :)

PS: If that's not applicable, then RIP. :)

8:18 PM  
Blogger J said...

you think that should come? where?

5:27 PM  
Blogger Arcane Crapper said...

At the very end, of course.

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Thursday, December 28, 2006


This blog’s becoming a liability.
It tells me that I have to keep writing.

Even if I don’t want to.
Even if I don’t have anything to write.

That makes the writing constrained and unwarranted.
So when I do have something to say – like today – I fear it will sound unreal.

But I will say
What I have to say

Dependant. Exposed. Lost.
That’s how I feel.

I know what I want.
I know how it can happen.

But I won’t make it happen.
I want the plot to unfold on its own.

I have the unwritten words, written in my mind
All I need is a pen that’ll pick up the words and put them down on paper

Then I want the wind to blow the sheet away
Away from me, over to where I want it to go

I want the words to be seen, to be read, to be felt
I want a thought transfer to happen

Sigh!
And then I’ll live happily ever after

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Blogger km said...

Re the opening lines: think I know *exactly* how you feel :)

Here's to a great 2007.

10:11 PM  
Blogger Arcane Crapper said...

A very good decision.

PS: The pen's already there. The nib has become blunt. Just needs to be sharpened or replaced. What say?

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Monday, December 18, 2006

She wanders away
Tiptoeing into the darkness
Carefully avoiding the light

One, two, three
Something moves
She ducks behind the shadow

She looks up, nervously
With eyes barely visible
She senses something moving again

Eyes widen
Wait and watch
Strain to listen

Sinister silence
And then suddenly
Out of the screeching darkness

A nervous giggle escapes
But ends abruptly
With a hint of terror

Eyes refocus
Look for an invisible hand
Pushing the voice down

A smile forms on the invisible face
The hand keeps her down too
She’s engulfed by invisibility

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

She'd rather be invisible than alone??
surprising...

1:40 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Who'd they freeze, Doc?
hydrocodone bitartate

2:16 AM  
Blogger Arcane Crapper said...

Ninja master hiding in the shadows of the night gets discovered by a little cheery-eyed girl despite his expertise.

That's what I picturized.

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Tuesday, December 05, 2006

Wish I could read his thoughts, the way he claims he can read mine.
Why is she sulking now?
Don’t read my mind, you’re killing the fun.
Is she bored of me already?
Actually, I don’t think you can read my mind.
Looks like I’m losing touch.

I love it when you try and talk through silence.
*Ahem*
Did you say something?
Er. No. I thought you did.
*Naughty smile*
Phew, she likes me after all.
You talk a lot.
*Laugh*
*She turns away.*
I don’t want the ice to freeze again. Thoughts are flying all over the place and I can’t catch hold of a single one. But I think she understands me.
*She looks back and smiles again.*

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

Interesting.

The guy's and the girl's thought processes appear to be reversed.

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Monday, November 06, 2006

They say it's quiet when reality slips free from the hands of imagination. But imagine this. I say this to the next guy I meet: “Hello, what's your name? What music do you listen to? How could I betray you in the worst imaginable manner?” It could be unproductive but still satisfying. It could even be productive. I could get a song that I can listen to 33 times, non-stop. And it wouldn’t be quiet anymore.

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Anonymous E said...

Not everything 'they' say has to be true. What matters more is what you think. So what do you think?

8:14 PM  
Blogger White Magpie said...

i think you will be fine

8:23 PM  
Blogger humbl devil said...

try it once and you will be satiated...

2:25 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

so.. whats the song? Promiscuous girl?

oh and btw, I think Mobb Deep needs to be shot!

Justin Timberlake is better off doing guest roles.

There are ppl who've not even listened to english music.

And life is tough on that side of it!

7:12 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

All right. I did imagine. But, as you so rightly said, reality slipped free.

:D

PS : Long time, no posts eh?

12:45 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

beautiful!

5:27 PM  
Blogger J said...

e: 'they' = voices in my head.

white magpie: i am fine.

humbl devil: i tried it.

anon: I've been looking for 'Promiscuous Girl' everyfuckingwhere!!! Send it to me will you, sweetheart?
Yes! Mobb Deep does need to be shot. But let's not get our hands durrty... we'll get someone else to do it and create another 2Pac-BIG kinda feud.
And let's not talk about sexy back.

ac: I've been busy. I just visited your blog today... you havent been writing much.

Ishwar: I hate 'beautiful' comments on my blog.

6:31 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

what do i care?

6:37 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I've been busy too. Coupled with the fact that the voices seem to have vacated my head.

1:52 AM  
Blogger GhostOfTomJoad said...

Before you open your mouth and say "Hello" to the next guy, remember, it may happen exactly like you say or...

...you may find yourself living in a shotgun shack
And you may find yourself in another part of the world
And you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile
And you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful
wife
And you may ask yourself - well... how did I get here?


...And you may ask yourself
How do I work this?
And you may ask yourself
Where is that large automobile?
And you may tell yourself
This is not my beautiful house!
And you may tell yourself
This is not my beautiful wife!


- Talking Heads.

11:21 PM  
Blogger Golden Words said...

hey u oldie!!!!
whats up?

12:53 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Put up a few posts. Go read.

4:19 PM  
Blogger GEL said...

Here via other friends' blogrolls.
Very cool (and sensual) purple layout. My former blogs were purple, but I recently changed to a new format w/ a different colour.
Intriguing post about the song...

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Wednesday, October 11, 2006

*
My skin brushes his, while both of us rush out of the elevator. He smells good. He feels even better. But we don’t look at each other.
*
We have our palms rested on the door, the same door. But it’s opaque and it’s between us. I pull it. He pushes it. We bump into each other and move on.
*
Somewhere deep in my mind I think about the touch of my chair kissing the edge of my desk. Somewhere deep on his mind he thinks about the touch of my hand kissing his hand.
*
Fingertip interlocks with fingertip, exceeds the bounds of touch, moves to a sensuous touch, and graduates to a caress.
*
Two leaves touched, in the dark. And then the inevitable happened. Each leaf overtly acknowledged the presence of its neighbour.
*

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Anonymous E said...

I-contact

3:37 PM  
Blogger J said...

V-contact

4:53 PM  
Anonymous E said...

EnJ Oy!

5:15 PM  
Anonymous E said...

Also...Yo!JnE

5:18 PM  
Blogger ShadowLor said...

lovely.

ryn: guilt is any colour at all.

12:28 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

sensuous :)

1:49 AM  
Blogger arvindiyer said...

I know the story behind this..When did u meet him?:) *muhahahah*

5:44 PM  
Blogger J said...

yep. right. i live with him don't i?
one more time you do this, you know what i'll do right?

6:50 PM  
Blogger arvindiyer said...

*Ducks down from the kitchen sink* So young, so angry...tch tch tch. Kurt Cobain!!!

6:52 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Beautiful. :)

2:54 AM  
Blogger Cocaine Jesus said...

looks like a private party.

4:52 PM  
Anonymous P said...

:P

1:15 AM  
Blogger Golden Words said...

u got a new pet?/

2:16 AM  

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