Colours of My Inner Sky

How often in the still of the night your soft breathings with sluggish friendliness invade my body and mind when your soul is sleeping next to me with its brown voice trying its best to match your golden complexion. And, making me realize: there is something magical about the way you smile at me with your lips, eyes and heart, about the way your tendrilly cascading curls of raven black hair reminds me of the glorious union of the first raindrop and the thirsty earth, about the way you close your eyes with the disinclination to let the moments pass by when I kiss you drawing the moments out as far as I can.

My goal is very simple: I have to create the Universe. I have been daydreaming about it. Finally I realized that unless I have ‘Dreams with Deadlines’ I couldn’t achieve my goal. Hence I created Time today. 10 -43 sec, January 1 Since there is nobody to supervise what I am doing, it should be easy to do my job. My job is to create. Perhaps job is not the right word as I am not sure if at all I will ever get paid for it. Still then I will do my work without thinking about the results because firstly, I enjoy creating and secondly, I have no responsibilities yet. There are so many ways to create that I am a little puzzled. This is not as easy as I thought it to be. Thanks … to ME, there is no competition. There is neither fact nor fiction. Hence everything is possible. I have no concrete things to start with … not even imagination . How can I have imagination without any experience? How helpless I am? I have nothing with me, not even another God or Goddess to li...

A complete man is like a joker, capable of stupid maneuvers; who can imitate all those non-stop nonsense shown in cartoon films, who can enact any character from the Arabian nights or can bring Cinderella into life at the bed-time, when he is with a child passing the message: fantasy is the other name of reality. A complete man is like a guide, familiar with the pains of growing up; who can advise about pimples, that appear just before going for a date, who can talk about anything from boxing gloves, faded denims to orgasm when he is with a young man passing the message: dream is the other name of reality. A complete man is like a lover, fully prepared in body and mind conversant with the nuances of  giving and receiving pleasure; who can resist the temptations of release at the point of no return to give importance to mutual love over desire, when high tides of sensation strike the shore of sensibility to declare control as the other name for pleasure. A complete man is...