Anticipation through Memories

To move the many miles that cling

to the sojourn through that windy time,

paved in mariegold, a halo burned street,

a limping heart still walks by.

Smoke escaped into the winter sun

as the coffee cooled under vanished curls.

Two voices basked in a mellowed chime

in the labyrinth of a weathered year.

What remains of that wooden chair?

What paint is the seat now in?

Who knows what that night had brought.

Who knows what this night is taking.

A defunct streetlight comes to life

to show a way still there is.

A way down south, it’s sunny no doubt

a way away to unkempt bliss.

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The Poll daddy post

HAPPY DIWALI to all.

About us, the aliens

I had long been planning to start a simple yet humorous comic strip, but was never being able to quite get to it. May be now I had made a go with the double postings on the opening day of Us, the Aliens. The characters were not preconceived (and preconcieved) i.e. they draw inspiration from nowhere and came to existence out of the blue. The are simple aliens trying to know and understand the earth and its inhabitants. The guy is called Malien and the girl, Femailen. They come across the  our facts and give us their interpretations. I try to keep things satirical with their non-standard view of stuff. Hope you like it.

Right now the images are simple Photoshop images (and there is no vector part in the graphics). But soon I will bring out vector shapes and may be wallpapers. Keep enjoying.

P.S.  Right now I am busy in system mutiny combat. My PC is revolting against my every attempts of recovering it. So I may not be regular with the comics strip.

The deadlined one

This one is about nothing.  Just felt like adding a post and pop it sprouted. I decided to give myself  15 minutes and have something written out within that. The first thing that struck my mind was my defunct right shift key which I can’t help but just keep using somehow. It keeps delivering me cap letters long after I  had stopped needing any. The second thing that perches on my head is the mammoth course load of statistical mechanics, nuclear models and elementary particles.  After pseudo fruitless three hours in our routine condensed matter lab, it takes one quite some time to recollect who he is. The next thing I find myself bothering is how to finish off this post. Its getting all the more nagging by each line.

I experienced The good, the bad and the ugly yesterday. When you are frustrated with all that you are and all those that surround you, nothing other than being a bandit in the wild west is what you fancy.  Right now I have a topless guy (with distinctively protruding nipples) roaming around me, a deranged guy chiding the system, a gigantic guy showing off his vocabulary skills and a fast darkening evening all working in unison  towards pissing me off my mind.

May be it is time for some music. But ever since Judas Priest ceased being my only option I face sever problems in deciding on what to get me into hearing. May be I will again settle for some Dire straits now. Being a Hindu I don’t have the fear of being chased by fatwa abiding social janitors to a nasty death, if I am found worshiping Mark Knopfler. Romeo and Juliet, Why worry, Once upon a time in the west,  Sultans of swing, Tunnel of love all are fruits of this faith. I can hear some far off pc playing Rammstein and another playing Singh is king (oh sorry kinng). Soon the noise will be diluted as I will dissolve myself  in contemplatation of my dire straits.

Our latest composition, seasons is getting great response. This is simply tempting. I got some unprecedented applause for the lyrics, but I could hardly let people know what and who brought those lyrics out of me. Let it be a secret at least as of now. May be I will add seasons lyrics in my daily muse page.

This is enough, I wrote enough of nothing today, and sadly it did cost me half an hour instead of the scheduled 15 minutes.

time up.         peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep

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