Kamna's Blog

There is a lot to be said about not knowing Would we know everything we know today With the confidence with which we know it If we started out with the premise of imagining all that was unknown to be inherently unknowable? And if we were pessimistic fools Rather than arrogant buffoons How real could this confidence possibly be? Till the day one lives in a bodysuit under serenely blue earthlight, if that day were to ever come, all that is unknowable is likely to stay that way What's going to happen to all the orbital debris? Look at the mess we've made in such a huge space Who's going to want to visit when the front lawn is filthy? My friend Toby, being honest told me one day, that one day the water will go bland But Toby was misinformed Because water was always bland He took to the bottle and the bottle took his life My last text to him was a typo I said "Sea you" What an unintended curse Sometimes the mind is so quiet All you can feel is someth...

A life where it's assumed that there is life after work. Where you can afford a big house and a car in a good suburb. Where little puppies can run with abandon in wide open dog parks. Where simple joys like sunsets and sand and moonlight and fresh air are hungrily devoured. Where you can climb mountains weekly. Where your knees, not your very soul, could possibly pose the only true threat. Where evenings are open to indulge in your surroundings. A truly liveable life. An idyllic reality a mind like mine struggles to fully fathom. A life where work consumes your mind and practically every waking hour. Where owning a one bedroom apartment is an impossible dream. Where billboards and smog continually dissipate all ideas of natural beauty. Where all imagination endures a silent death. Where a mind, however motivated, is constricted by the lethargy of a increasingly unhealthy body. Where there's not a fortunate moment of privacy. Where the crowds only exaggerate solitude without th...

A tall claim and a small promise A brash command and a feeble request A line of condescension and a word of praise A wave of fear and a ray of hope A flush of anger and a flash of calmness A warning of danger and a sign of rescue A cool handshake and a tight hug A look of contempt and a gaze of adoration One step forward and one step backward

Nothing floats in a bath tub The sun is a circle of fire Rich people from a poor man's country are the worst people The reality that is an illusion and the illusion that is reality Forever may have happened forever ago but forever will also happen forever Reality unchallenged is an illusion unchangeable Take a piece for my peace but don't give a piece for my peace Multiplying into two is not as symmetrically satisfying as rooting the square Intense dental work followed by a self portrait of LSDesque colours and waves of me violently cleaning my tongue with a pink toothbrush The world's nobodies do nothing; the world's everybodies do everything; and the anybodies continue do to anything. Having a conscience does the disciplinary job just as well as religion or state laws can. You know you're in too deep when you can no longer enjoy indulging in a good looker's lingering look. I really resent the phrase "school of thought" because that implie...

What a miserable love is a love with no love What a tragedy to want what you can't have What a shame, and I'm to blame Was that a way to live? Was that a way to love? What an incredibly quiet mouth you had there What an incessantly loud mind I had here What a waste, and such a disgrace That's no way to live That's no way to love What fun to find joy in hidden places What happiness to seek solace in new faces What hope traces, with my swift paces That's some way to live That's some way to love What a miracle for your love to have found me What timing for you to stand right behind me What good fortune, I'm over the moon Now that's the way to live That's the way to love

Have you ever seen a cat, Who looked like he'd eaten one too many rats? Have you ever seen a dog, Who looked he chewed too much flesh off too many bones? Or, if I may, a high flying kite, Who dragged down too many empty-eyed crows? How about a snake shaped like a hose, Who devoured one too many a human nose? Have you spied a hungry-eyed lion cub, Who ate hiding from his brothers behind a shrub? And have you spotted a cunning little fox, Who could wolf down a full carcass filled box? I've seen it in my mind's eye and the thought is chewable and so I chew and chew and chew it till it's replaced by a docile dove wan looking and full of a vegetarian kind of appetite that's somehow fouler than any previous thought. Yes? No. Okay.

If Cupid's bow shot you twice But you fell just the one time What matter, it would still be sublime There is this light It never goes out At night there's darkness But that's okay Unless sleep eludes me I know what it is I think I've known for a while now It's your eyes Eyes with everything in it Light and fire Warm, so warm And so wet too Your eyes are water Clear brown gems against clean white Gems the Cadbury Five rupees worth That you'd secretly hide in my pocket When we'd cross through the passage All those years ago If I could love you thrice But your eyes demanded more Sign me up, I'm ready to re-explore