One Gulp, One Go

The most relieving phase, the most tranquilizing niche, and the most revitalizing hiatus of a hot summer day are the ones during which the first few drops (of the massive globule gradually gaining in size and volume) of ice-cold, oomph-renovating water, with a tinge of your cherished extract bottled up in the tumbler (perspiring, for the chill within and the temperature gradient outside) poetically held in ur macho, tried fists with its glacial beak resting tilted (in order to direct a continuous swarm) on your soft lips, spasmodically shivering in synchronism with the stepwise flow of the elixir, enters ur oesophagus and trolls n drips down ur food pipe killing and sabotaging temperature all the way as it runs (as the whole mass of it, leaving a nostalgic craving on ur taste buds runs and drifts magnanimously, with you subsiding before the gush and ready to be carried away with it) and then for a comparatively longer climax, bursts inside the lukewarm, humid void of the stomach and floods you to entrancing numbness and eternal serenity..
whwwooooooooooo...

You have quenched your thrist and reached ur pay-off, ur apogee (metaphorically), n you need no more..
And that's y they say-
"As temperature grows,
and summers descend.
Your hands go rusty,
for ur lips labor, append."

SUN+EGO+"BINDU" ......... I Search I

The Sun's overhead, and da concrete underneath, flashing as ever. The potholes are dead empty, and u pine for the puddle of muddy fluid, otherwise a paradigm of the unorganized, adrift human flock, to you.

These are the times wen u, helpless, forsaken, stand to see ur sublime, pacified and serene self evaporate and blend irretrievably with the milieu.

These are the times wen you less the necessary contrast wid everything around, fail to discreetly spot and identify ur real peculiar self from the ambience, u exist to feel, decipher, and exploit..

..and then something, a chemical, I guess, frenzied, fanatically runs through the length of ur frame, strikes head-on every accessible nerve and tissue, causing mutation of the normally random (I always wonder why we seek to find stabilty and syncronization in our all our efforts and try to reach out for da so called "marked proper allignment" in every thing that we come across, wen on the other hand the concepts of randomness and entropy have been so clearly associated with the idea of equilibrium!!) entities and making them move in conformity wid each other. On the psychological outlook, manifested in the personage of the human existence, dis phase of the phenomenon reveals itself in the form of paranoia, subdued confidence, vexation and at times elementary psychosis. Is this EGO?

Is this actually the scorch of the nearest star or the sogginess resulting from insatiable fancies, and a sulky and sullen within, which drips through the contours of the mycoderma, and makes you taper off the threshold of your air castling expections and utopian dreams...

Is the solar intervention in ur otherwise dormant, placid, harmless and shallow-vacuus reality the cause of ur adversity or an excuse that the "bindu" endoes u wid, wid the intention that you, out of the inflicted prick 'ld rise up to rationality and speculativeness for the transient nature of life and mortality of the universe...

Is this aggresiveness of the nature a boon or a bane or is the elucidation to these controversial queries conditional to the manner we accept or bypass the challenge?

Watever be the logic, but one thing is clear that ours is the most impudent and blatant species, which takes no time in chiding all reasons of human distress and ticklishness to the unknown void, the very same innocuous DOT, that we pray to in our time of devoir, and exploit non-conventionally ironically, for the ultimate end of deciphering its cause and purpose...

the shift..

One thing which is very clear is that at this phase of time, space, state, watever, the whole of human community is already wooed by the concept of time-management.
This thought, appreciated world-over has though been very effeciency-oriented, mighty
fruitful, n very alluring apropos the theme of human solace and androit agony.

But then isin't it rendering personal human effeciency waif,
leaving us all machine dependent,
with the focus of persoange shifting from an analog gradual carnal and hence aim oriented perishable society to a widget-gadget reliant, opulence oriented, purpose less, digitized, and still an ephemeral ruck.
So, the paramount wringer of the hour is:
Is this shift of focus from race against 
(you know a thing best when you fight it) nature, 
to a heat against time, leading us on the most prominent path to the incidental aim we seek to exist, and exist to seek?

our zero...

With the third (and the most rational) doctrine gaining value, the needle moves to yet another brain-tumbling question, as for what actually is that incidental aim that our presence seek and on the first hand do we have to ponder over this in order to reach the objective (if there is anything as attainable as is the dash for the desired end)??
But then there is one thing, very radicle that needs acknowledgement, the fact that we, homosapiens though a common species, do not train the same idea.
We are ditinct and diverse in all aspects [ though nature (the only absolute truth) reveals a paradigm of uniqueness in all its dependent organic identities by the evanescence inherent to its occupants ]. We are a set of divided singularities blatantly refusing to abide by the laws of truth, discreetly occupying every bit of the caboodle.
So, without any idea of the mark that we need to reach, we, with considerate mutual consent are certainly headed to something, some time, some space, some state that may or may not be the cardinal proposition.

here for...

occupying volume n mass, and hence rejuvenating n persistently adding on to
the moot nugget of defining matter, and hence presence (physical presence for instance)
.....as if we know that the very idea of our existence based on the exposition
of matter is farce, n fear that with the perennially dominating wind of change,
it will crumble for the lack of clutched paradigms.

or for populating the species with the intention to outnumber any other as if contesting for continuance.

or are we here for promoting and feeding the cause of our being,
incidently layed (the cause was more of a necessity than a 
futuristic, marked come-off...therefore incidently) at the time of the Big Bang..