monologue: officially closed.

I'd been thinking about it for a long time. Actually, it was never really meant to be here in the first place. Still, a dear friend inspired and encouraged me to write something. I wrote. So, every simple word on this "monologue" has just been plain "me".
The issues i wanna resolve through this, remain there. The purpose of this monologue was to move towards a blog, but since I still chose to talk to the walls, :) it isnt going anywhere.
As this is the last post from this log, i would like to thank my friend, n all the rest who read , n appreaciated whenever n what ever i scribbled. :) thanks for your kindness n patience . ;)
cheers!

since i have'nt been able to connect. I still feel like a lost soul hanging in space. if Im not here to buy n sell, I dont know what im here for. This is the world, a fish market. I still resent tht. I still refuse to entertain the crowd. I still think that my life, my dreams, my spirits, n me, are not to be displayed. Im still an island, i have my own world, n im not willing to give up on that. it isnt like i dont care about people, i do, infact i can give them anything i have, except for myself.
Ive failed to share that.

another quote

Chantal thinks:
I've become the erotic idol of a beggar. What an honour!
Then she corrects herself:
why should a beggar's desire be any less worthy of respect than those of a businessman? Since they're hopeless, the beggar's desires have one feature thats beyond price: they are free and sincere.

_from "Identity" by Milan Kundera

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random quotes

• "no love can survive muteness"

  "we can reproach ourselves for some action, for a remark, but not for a
  feeling, quite simply because we have no control at all over it."

  "we tend to overvalue sexuality. "

  pain doesnt listen to reason, it has its own reason,
  which is not reasonable."

  "...,the best way to spend a life here is to let
  yourself be carried along, as I am at this moment, by a cheerful, noisy crowd
  moving forward."

  
  

_Milan Kundera, from Identity.

? Pearl

by Cyn McCurry

also at Art Quotes

Oyster

like an

oyster
scribbling on the sands
n getting washed away

each time,
with the waves too,
whispering by,
they stir

& go...

as there I lie...

still muted... deaf ... & blind.

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Stagnated

ab path^er hi de maro!
hul chal tou hogee paida,
in thehray panioon mein

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photography: Jackie Dormer

Mufti's Aitraaf

Two days back when I started this book "Kahi Na Jaye" the first thing that struck me, was these forewords by Mufti himself.
Here, the "uch'chal" hes talking about is the ishq the real essence of life.
As he says it:

...
mujhey aitraaf hai k:

"dil ki baat jo ghut'tey gut'tey moa tak aaye, kahi na jaye"
....
lakin Mumtaaz Mufti jaisey takhliqkaar ko ab tak aatish-e-namrood ki bhatti se guzer jana chahiye tha.

tou aye sherminda sahil
uch'hal ker be-karaan hoja "_ _ _"

mujhey afsoas hai k mein apni ana ki sulgayee hoee bhatti se nikal na saka.
mujh mein uch'chal paida na ho saki k bekaraan hojata.

(_ Aitraaf , from Kahi Na Jaye by Mumtaz Mufti)

I just love the whole concept of being passionate enough to break the chains of ego, be thyself, n set the soul free.

couplet of the day

"yeh alag qaid k hain tairey dukhoan se aazaad
yeh alag dukh hai k hum kyun nahin zangeer hoaye"

by Sabir Zafer
courtesy: Mohib

Koo Jeong-a

http://secession.at/art/2002_e.html

eyes to lips
shine
all the way
it must have been
a sunny day

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