Did you transcend?

It was late, it was around 2-00 in the night. Or was it really late for the endless succession of depthless weekens? perhaps not. The night was still young with music, dance floor and the young bodies. Bodies of lie, bodies of denial. 

A perfect moment to begin a crime story. A murder, or perhaps the death of an idea of a better tomorrow. 

With some alcohol running through the vein it doesn't matter, whether you kill a person or an idea! 

Killing a person is concrete and might pull more attention of the readers, much better than end of an idea! 

So be it Kaleidoscope withdraws and pours another glass of cheap whiskey! 

sleep? what is that for!

Did you get enough sleep last night? 

Did you get enough sleep every night? 

Do you earn enough to have a proper sleep in the night? 

How much do you think is enough to get a proper sleep every night? 

These are not easy questions. Kaleidoscope travels with fellow sleef deficit bodies. Usually busy in their mobiles in the morning that shows that they did get just enough sleep to browse to select the favourite play station. 

Usually then the sleep engulfs them and on his return the bodies are usually unconscious in their deep workaholic sleep. 

Isn't it time that we should seriously think about work - sleep balance? 

The lonely peg

 What does it mean to be alone? For some others, selfie is the the loneliest thing that a human being can do. For some, the worst feeling is to drink alone. 

The problem lies with the definition of "alone"! What if I say that I drink with moon, mosquito and the mystic smell of the madhabilata which I so dearly allowed to invade in my privacy? What if I say that even when I am alone, I am not really alone, I am inside and I have inside the souls that keep on defining what I am?

Does a peg or two in the middle of the night define loneliness? Perhaps yes, perhaps no, perhaps love!

 

... moments you carry home

Moment by moment we live with a promise of living together beyond those moments. 

What happens beyond moments? Do we live separately! Perhaps not, we live with those moments. Bodies carry the marks of those moments, soul is etched with the words you have been whispering, the warmth of breathing on your skin speaks of the absent trace. You don't really leave thoae frozen moments, you live with them perhaps for ever. 

The fast times, crossing the physical space and creating distances no matter how materialistic it appear your moments envelope you! The absent trace is never quite over, so is your presence being never enough. 

Co-constructions - The other name of Love

The world engulfs you towards a liminality when ideas flow and inspiration comes from the space and the person whom you belong to. It was a sudden plan that invited Kaleidoscope to jump into and then develop a co-authored lifeworld that begins now but feels like it has always been like this. The co-authorship promises for a co-constructed journey to a liminal world and back. 

Kaleidoscope knows the transient nature of such journeys but the journey continues and keeps on repeating even when it's over for the moment. The touch remains on his skin, the smell recalls the warmth and memories of a nostalgic world. 

The co-constriction nevertheless is a lonely game when it's not raining, the co-construction is fulfilling when it is raining. Like a traveller without a travelogue Kaleidoscope contonues to embrace the absent trace through the smell, warmth and hugs that brings him close to the soul that saves him a million times without even knowing. 

Image- The Persistence of Love by Salvador Dali