Human as made easy tropes of planetarium for its own dissolving into the sea of galaxy. Man bifurcates between human will and God’s disavowal for knowledge. Life admonishes the will to know yet man begets the understanding of planetarium. It is in ratio with human Sun. Life’s joker like empirical

Art’s primary way of becoming art is to appear more than itself, to say, or show something more. To wrest from it, it’s semblance of more, is to question its contingency on which art is dependent. Whenever  we determine art in terms of semblance we acknowledge it and at the

Such are the endeavours of human life; it excels in its own becoming. Yet, meagre if coined through the biggies like the solar system. Man’s hymns are in recluse. It is of the loving domain, the earthly. But in a moment of energetic passion, we compare it with the solar

Various essays look in forth. Who’s who of Romeo hunting. Life admonishes the joker like syndrome of chasing Cinderella. I reckoned the men with solemn calypso. I thought of singing the tryst. One hundred kilometre north point from the city. Boredom rain and fallout of drainage system. Deeply penetrative story

Being circumcises its “In-itself”, in becoming “for-itself” through the man marked street. Each corrugates to other, bringing in mind the decadence   of late Nineteenth century. Flaneuer and dandy are both fallout of boredom. But, the flaneuer is embedded in his wanderings. He dissuades boredom through his lost paths. On the

Tales of ephemeral truth is played by penny whistle blower. My life admonishes to seek through the gradual mapping of cityscapes as South sea corridor or Nicaragua. I disdained the French arson gallery. I disdained the sailor in me. Topsy turvy whereabouts. Some Delhi channels were scary to me. My

There is something silly about the life of hundred kilometres north point from the city. It is in transit. That doesn’t imply the non-existence of detoxified stasis. While now, my family plays the trumpet, she lies for them and her ritualistic observance. Wholly shit. I dwindle between Sam and her.

Trespassers are welcome, down the scanty lanes of city. It is for the galore of a dark sea, which seduces mankind to the core. We want to forget the beneath. Beneath the great humdrum, located are the bylanes, the short cut, full with non-evolving man’s temperate amnesia. A crowd full

Who brings the foil? Body’s dissymmetric mirror. One froth of liquor. Otherized zone is not embarked.  Other debunking mythical chasing hole. Black out symptom. No more playing sailors, as we are seated inside. Me and my body whole increases. Crevasse par excellence. Join the strip. Paranoia stricken, I forgot the

His his whose whose for us. Bena bought few couple of Spas strips. One for me, another for the otherized local selfified long soul of Bena. Tripartite risky game for two of us. He liked to join, fingers held together with joint lit. My body relapses as spring, as I