“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practise resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms…”
I said I was a salty salesman Wearing starched shirts and scaled shoes I am simple man, a basic struggler Who can’t speak straight I was a mumbler I wore a shirt of lies and glasses to hide my cries Shoes stitched from lizard’s scales To hype my masculinity I wanted to be viewed as an alpha male My Shoes were sound proof They scrafed my screems I wanted to shout out loud But them muffled my dreams And shirt was super starched It worked as blanket on my emotions The way I acted on my goals truly meant There wasn’t any kind of devotion The starched shirt hid the wrinkles They concealed my vanity I work day and night but I still Couldn’t hide my obscurity
Say you ask me what I sell these days I said nothing much I’m really good at Selling sickest lies in slickest ways Usually I say I sell trams but in reality I’m Stacking several schemes of scams Selling useless and nonsense things Serving scraps to simple souls Showing happiness on outside, sobbing inside The salty salesmen
I wanted to be like my baba (my Dad) Who loves me , who cares for me But now I don’t want to be like him I know he loves me But I Recently realized He hurts aai(my mom) He’s changed now but How can we forget about an abusive alcoholic I wanted to be like my mother With a heart full of love But now I don’t want to be like her A victim of violence But recently I realized She would go through hell for me But she already went. She would sacrifice herself for me But I still won’t want to be like her I’m afraid I couldn’t take it I’m afraid I’ll turn into my father I realize more and more the similarities And I’m ashamed of it And if someday when I’m married And I came to know I am indeed him, I won’t cry Nor sigh But rather die. Truths are often harsh I’ll try my best to be better And if still that’s not enough I would kiss goodbye to world, & it won’t matter I’ll gladly call myself “the quitter”.
The Sun who’s about to set An Apple crushed in the accident My toothpaste I used in the morning Her lipstick kissing the road Splashed wine from crushed bottle My T-shirt with stains Our car which got destroyed Her blood on the pavement My bruises which will never be healed The sirens blinking Her lips which are torn And the skies before dawn
Ageing day by day I became younger, Became more by becoming less. Contemplating life for what may have been, Day by day making mess.
Engaging away from foolishness I became a fool, Following my passion I came close to god. Going towards God I became nothing, However realized I am his pod.
In his Inception realizing I’ve forgotten who I am, Jabbing subconscious I can become him. Knowing more I understood less, Lying to myself I became dim.
Mirror is where I found him on my way. Nothing done here is forgotten, Our deed’s always paid either tomorrow or today.
Preaching doesn’t help much, Queue to him is long. Road to him is through us, Serving others, I found him in the throng.
Through us he lives first Understanding him I understood myself, Vacuuming my mind from dirt. When you ask me of my relationship with him, Xenial is what I’ll say. Yet I found us, Zero is where we belong.
i wrote this soo as to participate in August Scavenger Hunt challenge hosted by @murisopsis AKA Val
It was a rainy and sunny day . And out of nowhere my uncle calls me and asks if I’m in for a trek, surprisingly I say yes. .
We went Up there to visit Khandoba mandir and coincidently it was a special occasion as it was a bhandara conducted over there. It was a day before shravan, and a jatra was conducted.
As we reached the temple we found out that a just married couple was also visiting the temple As it is a tradition to visit the temple soo I clicked some of their pics too.
We had some reall cool clicks in the temple. My uncle also played the “shankha” also known as conch. As it is believed in our traditional that it cleanses the environment of negative energy and is also praised in Hindu scriptures as a giver of fame, longevity and prosperity.
Here are some of those cool clicks from our trek.
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