personal void

It’s been a terrible walkthrough, I should say. Have been trying to write something since long, but finally I happened to write about why I couldn’t write (something) anything. Sounds funny. But it’s quite a puzzle for me.

Always jumbled as they come to me. I think of making up a story; a smaaaal plot in my mind, trying to elaborate - I miss it. I think of a poem, and just after the first stanza, I think that the topic doesn’t cover more than this. Now how could I present that 4 line poem? Ridiculous!
That’s why I said ‘thinking of an ocean, remembering a drop’ in one of my previous post. But I think have my realized my problem, yes to some extent, and it has to be my indulgence in multiple facets at the same time [it has to be it]. So many subjects, so many faculties, so many issues to talk about, so many manies! And on the top of that, I searched for a wholesome one like The Grand Unified Theory. How could I? Silly me!

It’s chaotic sometimes. My friend once said the most prevalent theory in this world is the chaos theory. I agree. I think I should, or at least from what I see when I see it all. Chaos rules buddy! Does this sound pessimistic? Or just a rationalization for my inability to manage things! I don’t know.

And still I can’t explain my motto here, can’t explain my search for words for a better search of the way, to better explain my search for knowledge.

After all, forget the absolute… there’s still a domain of relativity, a very persistent ideology indeed… ‘Truth is just an illusion, albeit a persistent one’ – as Einstein said. There is no any ultimate truth as Derrida said, or just like that entropy stuff in the second law of thermodynamics.
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Everything movable, watery, flexible!

But in the meantime, let’s wrap it up. Bottom line is I have missed my Basantapur tea today, but rather had a sweet tea with a friend.


Lastly, if you have come to this point, here are some haikus.

हाइकु मलाई एकदमै मनपर्ने विधा हो, थोरै शब्द - सानो कथा - धेरै कुरा!

मेरो कविता
विचारको खडेरी
अत्यास लाग्दो

कलम चल्छ
बोल्न म जान्दिन
भाषाको खेल


यी केहि टुक्रा
विचार र कुराका
कुरैको दुख


शब्दमा खेल्ने
कस्तो ड्रामाटिक शो
म त जान्दिन

र अन्त्यमा,

चलायमान
कति चलायमान
तिम्रा नयन