Tambourine Man

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Sitting in the office cubicle I feel like a sleep deprived idiot bearing the utmost desire to get out and feel the fineness of a free afternoon, lazing around in the hustle bustle of the city streets. I am a working man! What an irony of fate, when I can’t think of following you to the destinations unexplored. I need the sweet music to pervade my skin and provide me with the goodness of being alive.

Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand,
Vanished from my hand,
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping.
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet,
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.
That I don’t know when the empire returned into sand and when it all was

I don’t know when the empire returned into sand and that is what everyone feels, after taking a round trip to self-realization. I have experiences of such kind all the time. Sometimes I find little reason behind actions that I take, and still more, don’t even realize the ‘action’ already executed. It’s just that I can be a silent observer and get blinded by thoughts that run haywire around the sky. At this moment I can visualize standing in the cool breeze blowing for impending storm, looking at the black cloud borderline where the sun rays make a dull lemon chiffon yellow hue which plays with the grey and black of the cloud. And the beauty is too exciting and colourful for dreams to take over the process.

Self

It feels like the waves, which hit the shores with the clout so strong, that it takes you to a different land. The shores of the mind are constantly being plundered by thoughts that have no connotation or similitude to the empty self. One moment of watery thoughtfulness like a roller-coaster ride without limits or boundaries and the next moment of dreadful void. It’s an irony that I still classify the “self” as “empty”. Delving deep into it reveals the open nothingness that is concealed just not to trigger utter dismay. These are all the ‘derivatives’ of the simple-thoughts that gradually get twisted to instigate this writing or this blog. I hate this vacillation of thoughts. I hate being a stupid observer with no real powers to outdo the self.

But still this is me! The ever-growing authoritative self!

Randomisation

My personal feelings for a person are often unwarranted. I don’t solicit reason in every matter, for the person to be understood in totality. I like him or not depend not on the constant marauding of conscience for recognition but on the intuition of him being affable. There is a mistake that I consciously fall prey to. People are not to be trusted. What is the point in it, when I can’t trust my own self? I have been interrogating my own novice intuitions for such arbitrary action, but to my dismay I find little answers. Only respite lies in arbitrary choice for trust and further randomisation of self. I wonder, what a further ‘humanified’ self of mine will look like……..an empty zero with no corners!!!

la la la

I have been thinking! It might indicate a pun for a simple soul as me, but I could not resist the urge to use the anatomical brain for a better cause than for the ‘self’. There in the midst of the hullabaloo of thoughts running haywire, I could grasp one with the brightly-lit-neon-advertisement of ‘pleasure’. There I was, eating into the glucose fuel of brain neurons and pleasing myself with the thoughts of nothingness – hallucinating, of the true self that went unexplored, heavily curtained by the 'Simple Self'. No, it’s not marijuana! It’s not LSD! It’s not the moan of a virgin in first coitus!

It’s simple Bach and more simply ‘Piano Strings’!!

As my thoughts focused more on the strings I was awakened, for I was in front of my office gates. Another day of 'meaningless-nothingness', another day of bitter aggressive chase for money and another day without the sweet frequencies, heard sans headphones. But, what the heck I am in office. I can hum and only I will know that I have a date again at midnight!

Oh, la la la, di da da
La la, di da da da dum

"Sing us a song, you're the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us all feelin' alright"