Namaste. 

I haven't blogged for a long time. So I sheepishly take up the reins again. No one was looking at my blog, so I thought that I will let Time look at it. In the meantime I was leading a confused life. Then I got confused about the confusion. The confusion lost its charm ...a bit. I do feel it can harm. Of course, if you are confused about consuming cocaine, then that confusion probably is welcome, it ought not wane, though I am not fully cognizant about the graces of the graceful. Cocaine seems inane but in today's technocrazed world, smelling is believing. Can't do that. 

I have some verses written and some exciting tales to tell. If you read them I hope you will be inspired to wish me well. 

  

The poem below is not as well knit with wit as it ought to be. I do intend to try and improve the presentations. I thought about again getting going in the blogging department and decided the second come first service. 

Blue Nest

Wisps of definite and crimson grey

Unsound darlings of beasts of prey

O we vicious sons of the mighty gods

Embracing charming and penitent broads

Is there yield in passions wild

If only to be an innocent child

Cut my hand and bleed me blue

Why this strangeness between me and You

Breach of trust and howling lies

The still falcon as it flies

Replete with doubts, cries of shame

Playing to win a shallow game

More and more, words of greed

Why not sit with the silent creed

Do you know to be a cynical fool

Writing on the wall rule after rule

The idiot smiled like a shameless it

O lass of frenzied,  rhythmical wit

O men who cried in their hour of need

As the fruit  so was the seed

We do know a little although

About the need, for reap and sow

Yet we do handsomely  whine

When we ought to rise and shine

The man who spoke with a golden tongue

Who knew not how to heal the lung

Desdemona why lie to me

Desdemona why condemn He

They who danced while it rained

They who ran while soundly chained

Man is born free then shackles himself

Putting the scripture back on the shelf

Is it true that we can dance and sing

Why try to fly on a turtle wing

If all you need is a winsome glance

Why not try for a second chance

We shall close now with a rarish song

About something that wont go wrong

Why do I run when I need to hide

O charming One my grief hasn’t died