NIGHTS AND DAYS OF ZULEKHA
Zulekha's story
Her pain
Her loneliness
Her alienation
Her isolation
Her observations
Her joy
Her pleasures
Her happiness
Her dreams
Her rewards
Her sadness
Her, not knowing
Her relations
Her mistakes
Her punishment
Thursday, March 22, 2018
NIGHTS AND DAYS OF ZUEKHA
NIGHTS AND DAYS OF ZULEKHA
IT SEEMS LIKE IT TOOK SOMETHING AWAY FROM ZULEKHA
Her personality changed
The wild passion and energy turned into disability
Emotional disability was very hard to fathom
She felt that she was not of this world
No one recognised her
No one saw her as she paassed by
No one talked to her
They all said, hello to each other but not to her
"Do they not see me?"
"Do they not hear me?"
"I WAS SINGING A WHILE AGO"
DID THEY NOT HEAR ME?"
No they don't hear me
"No, they don't see me"
'But I see them"
"I hear them"
"I feel them"
BECAUSE YOU HAVE DEVELOPED A DISABILITY...
IT SEEMS LIKE IT TOOK SOMETHING AWAY FROM ZULEKHA
Her personality changed
The wild passion and energy turned into disability
Emotional disability was very hard to fathom
She felt that she was not of this world
No one recognised her
No one saw her as she paassed by
No one talked to her
They all said, hello to each other but not to her
"Do they not see me?"
"Do they not hear me?"
"I WAS SINGING A WHILE AGO"
DID THEY NOT HEAR ME?"
No they don't hear me
"No, they don't see me"
'But I see them"
"I hear them"
"I feel them"
BECAUSE YOU HAVE DEVELOPED A DISABILITY...
NIGHTS AND DAYS OF ZULEKHA
NIGHTS AND DAYS OF ZULEKHA
Illusion was so strong that zulekha believed it to her core
And it destroyed her because it was not real
It was an illusion...
Just an illusion...
This illusion, she was un-able to touch, unable to hold, catch
or even watch clearly, it was foggy, hidden in the clouds,
It came out to shine for a fraction of a second like the lost,
hidden, repressed ray of the sun dying to sneak out on a snowy night,
but is not allowed.
The snow coming down far too powerful than the shy, oppressed, weak,
struggle ridden rays of dying sun, actually the dead sun.
The sun died a while ago and took the illusion of the dream with it.
Everything then turned into darkness.
Darkness during the day, darkness during the night
and they keep talking about dreams, mostly happy dreams.
Zulekha dreamt during the day
Zulekha dreamt during the night...
Happy dreams?
No idea...
I don't know zulekha...
Illusion was so strong that zulekha believed it to her core
And it destroyed her because it was not real
It was an illusion...
Just an illusion...
This illusion, she was un-able to touch, unable to hold, catch
or even watch clearly, it was foggy, hidden in the clouds,
It came out to shine for a fraction of a second like the lost,
hidden, repressed ray of the sun dying to sneak out on a snowy night,
but is not allowed.
The snow coming down far too powerful than the shy, oppressed, weak,
struggle ridden rays of dying sun, actually the dead sun.
The sun died a while ago and took the illusion of the dream with it.
Everything then turned into darkness.
Darkness during the day, darkness during the night
and they keep talking about dreams, mostly happy dreams.
Zulekha dreamt during the day
Zulekha dreamt during the night...
Happy dreams?
No idea...
I don't know zulekha...
Tuesday, March 20, 2018
TO MY MEMORY A LETTER SENT CONTINUES
TO MY MEMORY A LETTER SENT
I have no memory of me
they do
Everydayroom
Brush their teeth
Have a coffee or tea
What do they do after that?
the bath
What time do t
The letter came backthey ae
go to
What do the morning?
What do they do after they
Undelivered
'Address not found"
It said
'Sould I open it?
I said
'It might have some reminder in it"
'A reminder of whtheyat happened?"
'What happened to my memmory?
Every one seems to have a memory
Of who they aret
what do they do
'Do they have coffee or tea in the morning?"
What do they do after they go to the bath room
What do they do after they brush their teeth?'
'What do they do all day?
'Do they have a job?"
'What kind of job do they have?"
'who employed them?"
'How did they get that job?"
'Are they educated?"
'Do they have degrees from IV leagues?"they go out with their boss
'What kind of clothes do they wear when they go to their jobs?"their jobs?"
'Do they go out with their boss?'
'What do tHEY do after they finish /
Is their boss always in a bath rob?"
Or is that an old fashioned boss?"
'Maybe they don't go out with their boss in a bath rob any more
Things have changed
Times have changed
My memory has changed
Its faded...
What do I do all day long?
Do I have tea or coffee in the morning?
What do I do after I brush my teeth?
Oh! I don' brush my teeth
I don't have a job
I don't ever remember having a job
She always have a job
He always have a job
One has to hustle to have a job
When my memory was good, I told her to teach me the hustleou ahve to be clever to learn how to get
that job
And my memory said, "you will never learn, you are a stupid, sentimental
idiot
You have to give blow jobs to yur boss.
Not any more, I said
Not any more
The world has changed
The world has moved on
Even I remember that
I remember
That the world has moved on...
World is like oeople...
People move on...
America is a big country
People move on
And if you don't have their phone number
You will never see tem again
I don't have my parents phone number
I will never see them again
They have moved on....
they don't live in America
They have moved on....
I don't remeber that
Remeber what?
My parents moving on in America
They have moved on
Where to?
No one knows
You don't ahve their phone number
And my letter came back
There was no address...
Came back un-delivered
I wonder what was in it
'Open it and you will find out
I am afraid
I am afraid to open my un-delivered letter
I am afraid to find out what's in it....
I am better this way
I don't want my memmory to
come back...
So stop sending letters
to your memory
It won't be delivered
Maybe thats a good idea
I can keep writing and posting the letters which no one will ever read.
I have no memory of me
they do
Everydayroom
Brush their teeth
Have a coffee or tea
What do they do after that?
the bath
What time do t
The letter came backthey ae
go to
What do the morning?
What do they do after they
Undelivered
'Address not found"
It said
'Sould I open it?
I said
'It might have some reminder in it"
'A reminder of whtheyat happened?"
'What happened to my memmory?
Every one seems to have a memory
Of who they aret
what do they do
'Do they have coffee or tea in the morning?"
What do they do after they go to the bath room
What do they do after they brush their teeth?'
'What do they do all day?
'Do they have a job?"
'What kind of job do they have?"
'who employed them?"
'How did they get that job?"
'Are they educated?"
'Do they have degrees from IV leagues?"they go out with their boss
'What kind of clothes do they wear when they go to their jobs?"their jobs?"
'Do they go out with their boss?'
'What do tHEY do after they finish /
Is their boss always in a bath rob?"
Or is that an old fashioned boss?"
'Maybe they don't go out with their boss in a bath rob any more
Things have changed
Times have changed
My memory has changed
Its faded...
What do I do all day long?
Do I have tea or coffee in the morning?
What do I do after I brush my teeth?
Oh! I don' brush my teeth
I don't have a job
I don't ever remember having a job
She always have a job
He always have a job
One has to hustle to have a job
When my memory was good, I told her to teach me the hustleou ahve to be clever to learn how to get
that job
And my memory said, "you will never learn, you are a stupid, sentimental
idiot
You have to give blow jobs to yur boss.
Not any more, I said
Not any more
The world has changed
The world has moved on
Even I remember that
I remember
That the world has moved on...
World is like oeople...
People move on...
America is a big country
People move on
And if you don't have their phone number
You will never see tem again
I don't have my parents phone number
I will never see them again
They have moved on....
they don't live in America
They have moved on....
I don't remeber that
Remeber what?
My parents moving on in America
They have moved on
Where to?
No one knows
You don't ahve their phone number
And my letter came back
There was no address...
Came back un-delivered
I wonder what was in it
'Open it and you will find out
I am afraid
I am afraid to open my un-delivered letter
I am afraid to find out what's in it....
I am better this way
I don't want my memmory to
come back...
So stop sending letters
to your memory
It won't be delivered
Maybe thats a good idea
I can keep writing and posting the letters which no one will ever read.
Friday, March 9, 2018
TO MY MEMORY A LETTER SENTTINUESTO MY MEMORY A LETTER SENT
TO MY MEMORY A LETTER SENT
Is it in Ibsa's favor to worry about or be depressed about
How big is the audience of P and M and S ad J and N and F and Z?
And how its all over now?
No, none at all
No, its not at all in Ibsa's favor
Actually its harming Ibsa
Then?
Do not do it
Do not do it
Do not do it
Its unfair to Ibsa's talent, her history, her legend, her birth and her grave
Do not do it
Do not do it
Do not do it
Do not spent your assets on P and M and N and Z
Or any one else
Concentrate only on Ibsa
Ibsa and Ibsa alone
It takes an enormous energy to think about P and M and N and Z and F and K
Enormous energy to talk about P and M and N and Z and K and F
Spend your talent/your time/your god given gifts on Ibsa and Ibsa alone
Ibsa is not an ordinary person
Ibsa was born in Babylon
Ibsa is the memory of Centuries gone by
Ibsa is your and my memory together
TO MY MEMORY A LETTER SENT....
Is it in Ibsa's favor to worry about or be depressed about
How big is the audience of P and M and S ad J and N and F and Z?
And how its all over now?
No, none at all
No, its not at all in Ibsa's favor
Actually its harming Ibsa
Then?
Do not do it
Do not do it
Do not do it
Its unfair to Ibsa's talent, her history, her legend, her birth and her grave
Do not do it
Do not do it
Do not do it
Do not spent your assets on P and M and N and Z
Or any one else
Concentrate only on Ibsa
Ibsa and Ibsa alone
It takes an enormous energy to think about P and M and N and Z and F and K
Enormous energy to talk about P and M and N and Z and K and F
Spend your talent/your time/your god given gifts on Ibsa and Ibsa alone
Ibsa is not an ordinary person
Ibsa was born in Babylon
Ibsa is the memory of Centuries gone by
Ibsa is your and my memory together
TO MY MEMORY A LETTER SENT....
TO MY MEMORY A LETTER SENT CONTINUES
TO MY MEMORY A LETTER SENT
I didn't write because the ink hasstopped t flow.
I bsa and insa were two sisters
Do you remember them?
All day's negativity
Does it help Ibsa?
No not at all
Then stop it
Stop it
Just stop it
Remember/this morning what you said
"You are your own Ibsa"
Tirelessly and passionately mobilize your energy/your will
Your determination/your talent/your time
To spend on you Ibsa
You have to do for Ibsa what no one else had been able to do
Because you are your own Ibsa...
Ibsa stands for, "In Babylon souls alone"
And Insa stands for, "In NJ souls alone"
The story of two sisters born Centuries apart
In two different parts of the world
I sent a letter to Ibsa today
To my memory a letter sennt....
Isa in NJ is so alone, so alone, so alone, so alone, so alone
You can't imagine how alone.....
I didn't write because the ink hasstopped t flow.
I bsa and insa were two sisters
Do you remember them?
All day's negativity
Does it help Ibsa?
No not at all
Then stop it
Stop it
Just stop it
Remember/this morning what you said
"You are your own Ibsa"
Tirelessly and passionately mobilize your energy/your will
Your determination/your talent/your time
To spend on you Ibsa
You have to do for Ibsa what no one else had been able to do
Because you are your own Ibsa...
Ibsa stands for, "In Babylon souls alone"
And Insa stands for, "In NJ souls alone"
The story of two sisters born Centuries apart
In two different parts of the world
I sent a letter to Ibsa today
To my memory a letter sennt....
Isa in NJ is so alone, so alone, so alone, so alone, so alone
You can't imagine how alone.....
Wednesday, February 21, 2018
TO MY MEMORY A LETTER SENT CONTINUES
TO MY MEMORY A LETTER SENT
What is memory?
My memory or the memory of the ones I love?
Its always different isn't it?
People always say, "NO, NO, thats not how it happened"
Or they say, "No, no, thats not how I remember it"
So thats what memory is...
What ever you remember about an incident, occasion, news, love, a meeting, good news, bad news,
Every one's sensory strength, capacity to remember, to put the thread through is different
Memory is a strong thread going through the flowers of many many colors which eventually becomes
a garland...
A memory is a garland used for weddings and funerals.
Flowers are mostly of the same colors...
What is memory?
My memory or the memory of the ones I love?
Its always different isn't it?
People always say, "NO, NO, thats not how it happened"
Or they say, "No, no, thats not how I remember it"
So thats what memory is...
What ever you remember about an incident, occasion, news, love, a meeting, good news, bad news,
Every one's sensory strength, capacity to remember, to put the thread through is different
Memory is a strong thread going through the flowers of many many colors which eventually becomes
a garland...
A memory is a garland used for weddings and funerals.
Flowers are mostly of the same colors...
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