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Strange, Very strange...!

Life, times, experiences... glimpses of the after-world

Of Mediums and Moving back and forth.

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

The Word-ly adventures paved way for experimentation with imagery and photography these past couple of years and more. A whole lot of changes, and yet the fun remains alive in a different medium - http://flickr.com/photos/pbafna and FB.

Somehow, the blog comments seem never ending, and I yearn/
Yearn to write once again. Soon.

Until then, you would be glad to know the imagery continues at Flickr. In frames and pictures, rather than in form and structure.

The both should meet soon too. They will. I'm sure.

Happy Monsoons, and the lights will remain on here!

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And your bird can fly*

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

A needle, a few tools, colorful threads and the exquisite
feeling of flowing words, I set out to weave my poem (She's not there.)

An imposing image of her as the hands set in motion,
she smiles through the thin veil of perception. (She's so far away-)

Aloof, longing and frosty eyed; she dances in between the threads. tommorow brings us closer just a little bit more so.

An aching spread of intoxicated whiffs, calms her down
the unsettling music offers no door. (Just for now;)



All across the great divides the threads lodge themselves in
bringing to the empty space, splashes of her in reminiscence.

Even the most beauteous creation, falls just a little short.
the essence isn't around, the aroma masked.

Tear away the space, rip apart the colours.
blunted needles and a longing desire (Its done now and what)

Far away the bird cruises in the skies.
revelling in flights of fancy, yet disconcertingly so;

The Poem becomes her.

Song Update : Dianne Reeves - When I Fall (Instrumental)

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Let ter.

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Dear Pipey and the twin,

Thank you for your gracious invitation. I would love to fly to the village and smoke when i can, but the tangles of the city have lodged themselves deep into me. I'll break free and come as soon as i can.

Last night a fire broke out in Bob the butcher's shop and it took them three noodles with a broken hose to put it off, and Bob seems to be broken and gutted looking at the charred remains. The old whore lounging by the pier died last week too. They said she balded herself and ripped off a ear before she jumped to her death, something to do with a long standing belief in the end of the world according to her book of experiences. Strange book i tell you.

In other news, the merchants from the far east came again with a string of slaves tied together and fed with dates to command a better price this time around. No one seemed interested to bring the desert sands to their homes and so the merchants left, with just one slave less who didn't like the dates and the whips they gave him. Polly came around many afternoons ago with more wrinkles on her mortgaged face than the dead shoes she was loaned for the summer, Its a pity she doesn't like cupcakes anymore.

Thanksgiving is soon approaching and the dogs in the corner seem to be feeling it too. In the meantime you could also come down to the city, because I'm always here and the smoke here is in abundance.

Pollution, gutted shops and otherwise.

Until the needle tells otherwise,

Theo the greek

Song Update - Bike - Pink Floyd

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The return of the Mad Fantasy Man

Thursday, January 10, 2008

MfM: (bursts into the room, in a manner that says it was pretty obvious): I need to take a vacation soon man. The neighbour bird has flown away too and seems to have taken all the stars with her.

Me: (*Yawn* wondering if MFM knows what the time is) Its not like there's no more birds and the stars, they are a plenty. You know?

MfM:(Getting agitated): My bird has flown away and the stars i counted are missing i tell you.

Me: (Giving up on any hope of going back to sleep again, but excercise a last, futile attempt): Ok, so looks like you do need a vacation, lets take off on a one week trip, yeah?!

MfM:(Shrugs and looks at me in a ridiculous manner): One week??? thats too long man, i'm not sure if i can handle more than an eighteen hour trip. (completes sentence with a grin)

Me: (suddenly see the light and realize MfM's ramble) Oh, i should've known better! No trips for me man, I'll be around if you want me to though..

MFM: (feels alienated and the discontent shows on the lines of his twitching face.)
*walks over to the recently painted wall and splashes*

Watch me fly!

Song update - I shall be released - Bob Dylan

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Half a scene of curious musings.

Monday, September 24, 2007

Breathing spaces and a suspended world,
the city lights come shining out,
The miracle man spins his tale,
A twist and turn and a churning blast.

Tell the bird to fly,
while the silken winds engulf the sky,
A candy shop with colours-a-plenty,
The violet oar ferries the king into the setting sun.

The striking miss commands the sea,
Salted dreams and the great gig in the sky,
glitchy beeps and the flowing accordion,
Float in harmony in a clear blue key,

A battered soul rises on.

Vivid dreams pave the souls journey,
with lights and smiles and psychedelic hues,
on with the travel immersed and submerged,
the piper's blissful song,
Dreams for sale! You want them, come get them.

On a wavy river bed,
resides the artful goblin,
Immersed in his soma, his heavenly music.
They say the piper once played to him.

God is in the details the goblin said,
as he floated on, into the smoke rings of his mind.

Song Update: Satellite - Above & Beyond Pres. Oceanlab

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The Heartbroken Nightingale

Friday, July 20, 2007

Woman Tree - Salvador Dali

Whispering into the darkness, a nightingale fades away softly,
this nightingale had lost her song,
a little weep and a few notes escape,
draining empty with shiny droplets from a silvery stream,
the notes escape her in a swan like web entangling and hovering,
pricking and wailing as if piercing through the seemingly ephemeral layers of her mighty heart,

talks to me and you,
love is not all letters and cruising around on sundays,
it isn't about what you said or what she thought you said,
it was about when she'd fly away and the memories that would play,
the good, the bad, the suave, the passionate and all things reminiscent,
she speaks not, because she was only meant to sing,
as if the burning words were her emotion filled notes,
the letters, all dead, burning as they jumped back to life in her voice,

a warmth she projects, even in her present state,
engulfing the night in the entirety of her silence,
bares all as she rises above her own flowing song in the air,
which blows at her, overwhelming her being.
All things pass, will this pass too?
she'd wonder, as she'd lost the only
pillow of comfort she'd ever known: Love.

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What if it wasn't the clouds??

You are the World

Completion, Good Reward.

The World is the final card of the Major Arcana, and as such represents saturnian energies, time, and completion.

The World card pictures a dancer in a Yoni (sometimes made of laurel leaves). The Yoni symbolizes the great Mother, the cervix through which everything is born, and also the doorway to the next life after death. It is indicative of a complete circle. Everything is finally coming together, successfully and at last. You will get that Ph.D. you've been working for years to complete, graduate at long last, marry after a long engagement, or finish that huge project. This card is not for little ends, but for big ones, important ones, ones that come with well earned cheers and acknowledgements. Your hard work, knowledge, wisdom, patience, etc, will absolutely pay-off; you've done everything right.

What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.

A shaman's visit to the city

Thursday, June 07, 2007

A charged weekend night in the city,
and the city people geared up to be washed over.
The slightest hint of rain clouds greeting the happy clouds,
and the confluence was quite a sight.

Like a flock of charged beings we headed to the altar
of the shaman with his console, electricity in the air
and soma flowing freely amongst the believers and otherwise.
A breakbeat and the shaman took us all in his stride.

Hit by a wave of exhilarating energy, the masses gathered,
taking in the vibes, which at times were bouncy, grungy, loopy
or downright loaded with a blasting energy, jumping around and
letting ourselves go, we danced the energy dance.

Twisted spirals and a multiverse of sound layers,
one plane at a time and there was only one way to go,
Higher. Engulfed by the soundscapes coupled with bursts of energy
and breakdowns and colour and more energy.

As the energy rose at every plane, the crowd burst out into
a hysteric wave of madness and shouting chants,
to the shaman who would lead us there, somewhere.
A plane of sights, sounds and colourful people
channeling the pure and divine energy which bounced around the

The experience ended with the want for more of the fluid flow,
exhausted beings, like flower children who hung their head
yet full of colour and the bright hope of a new dawn,
the resonating ended and gradually the beings recomposed
and recollected themselves, headed out with a head full of music
and colour and a diminishing state of underlying trance.

The bounties of fulfilled expressions and emotions,
flew out with the music themselves, a touch of liberation
and an unexpected feeling of contentment overpowered us all.
It rained that night in the city, as we got out and were washed
away by nature's sweetest emotion.

Oh yes! oh oh yes! We had the party of our lives!

Song update: Becoming Insane - Infected Mushroom

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