The Fictitious Sadhu

Dwelling nowhere is an art. Let your thoughts ramble on, let them get disorganized, stop trying to chain in your entropy and you are there. Where, you might ask. Nowhere I mean. Its so pleasurable to be here. Come, join me, give it a try. If there is a heaven in any patch of the universe, its right there in nowhere.
Now listen, listen carefully. Some idiots might come and interupt your pleasure. They might ask you to get out of your slumber. May be one of them is your boss, may be its the nerd who works harder than you, may be its your father who wants you to work. Ignore all of them. Because they don't understand you. They can't understand you. They are crippled. They don't have that sensory organ which can be receptive to the pleasures of nowhere, which can rejoice the wonderments of nowhere, which can bite the forbidden fruit with pride.
Oh dear!!Oh dear, Lust is such a sensation. Lust has passion, vigor, energy and madness. Its all there. Nowhere has it all. Come taste lust. Forget love. Love is for losers, those who can't stand the heat of lust, those who are too fragile, too bloody impotent. Don't be afraid of it, admire it, you only need food and thoughts, pleasure can be derived from the copulation of these two. Who decides the good or bad. You and you alone. Come, listen to this Sadhu, come to nowhere. Come..Come..take that pill and come..take that shot and come..come..and come..

The return of nightmares

Again ..again...again...god if u r ..not again...if u r not..not again.
Thats what it seems now. Is it me, the sole soul in the mammoth expanse of this vast universe, whose perception of giganticity is by the way not one of my own, the only one undergoing such travails yet one more time in his wretched life. Twenty three years, and six months have been enough to get fed up and especially the last half dozen and yet again when I was feeling a taste of lemon and lemonade, of pan and elaichi here I am again luminating, rummaging and cursing my biochemical presence and those complex or at least undiscovered chain of events which force me "Think". If only I had no mind and no thinkdom and no fears would all this go. Hail the retarded for they are hearty. Not again I might plead but again it has already been, it will perhaps always be. Rationality negates the concept of eternal misfortune but a short set of observations force me to get to terms with it.
I hope the former prevails that I be content in the end. I hope I find peace. I hope that not again comes true. I hope I have time to celebrate my peace. I hope it all ends some day in a good way. I wish there was a god who was all merciful and benign but then again rationality kills god. Getting peace is a matter of chance, I wish I have the power to grab peace. I wish after all that there was a God and there was that thing called Salvation or Moksha. If only I could know for sure it existed for sure I would do any thing..any thing...Then alone would it be not again..