On a Hot Sunday Morning

On a Sunday morning graced with heat

I rode to that special place, painted dry

Where earth meets water and skies fade in too

Where meadows still abound and egrets fly around

Where every shore has a boat

And every shade has a cow.

I beheld the euphonious music of birds above me

As it merged into the rhythm of my feet

Pounding on the pedals of that majestic

Yellow bike of mine.

I found me a spot under the only tree exhibiting life

And alone with my imagination and thoughts

Sat in silence, to enjoy the gift of existence;

At peace with myself and all creation

Absorbing nature's song and its echoes

As the wind modulated every pitch

And birds making melodies, harmonized it all.

I felt like this should be my eternity

But a voice deep inside of me, said

Happiness will always fade away

But like the Sun walking the skies every day

It only matters that you trek along its way.

Test your Gods!

Science, Magick and Faith
Call you to try their Gods
Oneself being a possible candidate.

But, there's only one metric which suffices -
Ask and You should receive!
Try each one of them against its claims
And a God who can't deliver is no God!

Ask, Seek, Knock Sincerely
And if no answer comes through from the other side,
Move on to the next door.
When you finally find the True God,
You shall want no more.

Bitch, Which Witch?

"When we’re feeling lonely, we check Facebook.
When we’re uncertain, we Google.
When we’re bored, we watch YouTube videos, check Reddit or scroll Pinterest."

That's the slave of modern witchcraft.

When I'm lonely, I take a walk.
When I'm uncertain, I meditate or think.
When I'm bored, I write, create something or go cycling.

I'm the enemy of your favorite master.
Bitch, who's your slave master again?


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Quote taken verbatim from a leading consumer tech blog & trendsetter (sic) here.

dreams 'bout school

i never stop dreaming of school

the same buildings, holding different lives

teachers that never age

and students that break every pledge.

i cherish learning

competing for things of every shade

pursuing food for thought

amidst hungry girls that lust for us boys of prey.

i detest and hate bullies

especially those fighting after the lights go out

or those who litter the compound,

breaking rules as the rest of us toil about like mules.

i wake forever to study

teachers pretending to guide me from every side

in classrooms filled with zealous folks

whose dancing minds hop on and off problems

at every opportunity to showcase the limitations of mind.

i often try to count my lessons,

some given in the depths of the night

others merely by passive presence in the library,

surrounded by arcane and imposing books

that implicitly torment the mind as cooks with sharpened spices do with scents.

i never stay at ease when lining up

as toes in my shoes gnaw at their mandatory leather cell

and a militant uniform causes me to sweat-

every aspect of me anticipating the night preps

during which i'd lazily gaze at the full moon

as illegal music repeats again and again in my brain

and my person wastes away in the deviant art of nonconformity.

i ever come late for the roll call

ensuring to posit the excuse of being the time-keeper

who must ring the bell first, so others might not come late.

i come to punishment as another means of winning favors,

never avoiding fun if it transcends momentary pain

but i'm yet to find the meaning in most popular sports,

instead cherishing meaningless puzzles and those unchartered walks at night.

i kind of always hang around labs

the idea of self-discovery not being the real motivation

but each thought of inventing noble lies

or the mere act of pondering cosmic jokes

being everything i need to win me alternative friends

and the respect of parents who never loved nor trusted symbolic thought in class.

i make friends

and try to share their secrets too!

not with foes, but with invisible voices in buildings,

who promise me numbing sex during every dream,

and the love of everything from stones to wandering scents.

i don't yet fully grasp the power of jealousy

just like i don't yet know the difference between money and girls.

i often visit the school canteen

occasionally pretending that crisps and soda aren't drugs

or that prayers are the true reason i still have change in my wallet!

yes, i still have dreams about school

and it's all the hope i need to believe

that all will be fine when i finally wake up today.

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Yeah, having once joyfully sat in a classroom worse than that depicted in Dmitri Markine's photo, all I can say is that his eye for awesomeness is totally amazing! 

Thanks Dmitri for the amazing perspective, and for bringing us closer to home.