Was it blue today?

It was just focussed on the breathing
Then it worked on timing the breathing
Then it was stretching the timing
And it happened
Absolutely unnoticed it had crept away
What was in it's place is not remembered now
All of a sudden, it raised it's ugly head
Struggled hard to fathom what was seen & felt
being concurrently aware of something amiss
Time, was running, running fast
so fast, it shook the snowcovered mountain
The ensuing avalanche of fear loomed large
as it rumbled down at a frenetic pace
Something like recognition happened
peace prevailed after the panic
Was it blue today?

And thus nine years were lost

Jah was not the extrovert that the world admired. However he had one constant companion that he enjoyed spending time with - his mind. When the world around him thought he was by himself, Jah alone knew that he was not. He was almost always watching interesting plays being staged on the platform of his mind. The cast included people he knew, ones he didn't and many that arose from his fertile imagination. The scenes were a mix of events from his past, contemplatory manifestations of present situations and dreams and nightmares from the future, near and far. Thus he grew up, to be a successful young man in the eyes of the world and an avid dreamer in his own percept.

To be continued....

Finding love on the streets in the middle of the night

yeah, that's as weird as it can get
was drivin' round hopelessly lost
goin round & round like a fly in a net
finally i saw a human walking the street

pulled up to him to seek directions
he doesn't know, but he's kind enough
to run around & find someone that may know
impressed i shook his hand in admiration

we talked a bit, well quite a bit
t'was a good part of two hours i guess
i realized his name, 'Rak' in Thai translated into 'Love'
so i laughed "I found love on the streets in the middle of the night"

Oops! I forgot to tell you

I once attended a program where I had to write a letter to the person I loved the most imagining that I had just discovered that I was going to die in next few moments. Knowing myself, I would've waited for it to happen on its rather than imagine something. Mia Dolce Vita ,

Hope this letter finds you in the pink of life. Kindly accept my apologies for not informing you earlier. I died last friday. I was so dead tired that I forgot to inform you.
From the time I dropped dead, life's been a riot; people running around organizing the funeral, getting the house cleaned-up and getting me cleaned and decked up in my finest clothes before they stuffed in my coffin.
Well, I did remember when I was in the coffin that I should call you, but I thought it might be just so inappropriate to get up & walk out when all the people were gathered around grieving. Those were the worst 8 hours of my life/death. All the offerings that people poured in my mouth were now threatening to breach my bladder. My legs were stiff from lying in the same position for hours on end, my nose was twitching and I felt a sneeze coming on, that darn lone fly was all over my lips resting at times for almost 15 seconds in one place making me wonder if might be doing the big job on my lips. I recollected complaining to my boss about the size of the cubicle once. "It's like working from a coffin" I had remarked. But as I lie here cold, damp & stiff I think I shall eat those words, my last supper.

Thankfully I survived this ordeal until I was six feet under and sufficiently sound proofed. The first thing I did was sneeze, simultaneously letting out loud booming fart. Doubly relieved I loosened my clothes and promptly got down to writing you this letter.

I'm going to shower and get myself a cold beer before I head to the party this evening. Today is my initiation into life on the other side. Hope things are as cool as they were made out to be when I was alive.

U take care; I'll hopefully see you in a bit.

Cheers,

Joe Cadaver