Water and urchins

 The space - a "possible" bed for you to flow,
once pushed, to walk, run, sprint,
respecting the rules and the conditions,
however, it is up to me to design the bed -
in the sharpest and most encompassing way possible -
so that all your untruthfulness gets exposed -
whilst you cry out there with tears telling the truth -
the truth of your sprint - 
of how the sprint wasn't just 
regular, smooth, or existent -
it was all with emotions, uncertainty, and surprises -
so much so that neither you nor me had courage to describe it -
all we could do (r.a.a.) possibly is show that it's non-existent -
because if it was existent,
then,
we would have already seen it long time back.

Good and bad

There is a lot bad in being good,

intrusive thoughts, OCD'd thoughts,

thoughts that makes us humans, with flaws,

away from the perfection or God-ness 

that also exist somewhere.

It is all bad, for it is all good:

can there be good without bad, and vice-versa.

There are some "ideal" solutions to the conundrum,

and the conundrum lies here:



Exactly! Above there.

Present-ness

Dreams, desires, plans
material, even immaterial -
abstractions, theorems, proofs,
Langlands,
all things consumes me -
for the sanity of me!
But something is missing at the core:
despite being an addiction or love to the form,
a "being" that is me, and not the form, is missing!
I am missing, for me, being consumed all in the form!

It is hard to tell what that "me" is.
There is a "mother", "father" element of me.
There is a friends, families, colleagues, mentor element of me.
There is an actor, preacher, curator, political element of me.
There is perhaps a businessman and people's man element of me.
But all of it misses "me", and that "me" is 

this above: the thing in the line above!
The absence that I truly desire!

Truth: analytical and political

Conjectures, beliefs

intuition, feeling

logic, logistic

rules, constraints

objects, people

calculation, conversation

hit and trials, bumping and talking

abstraction, elevation

theorem, law

Truth.

Sometimes primes

Is the reality discrete or continuum?

A question that used to bug me, but not much anymore!

Undecidability (Godel) bugged me, but not much anymore!

Doesn't mean that I am liberated from the question.

Perhaps the question itself is much liberated than what I am -

a man with material desires, love for all things fancy.

What's not aesthetic, ugly, unpleasant, confusing is not for me!

What for me, perhaps, still confusing-looking is -

prime numbers -

numbers onto which continuum is built - fluid is built - I am built.

Primes are attractive, are everywhere -

Cicadas mate through it, autistic brothers talk through it

Who are we to touch them, sense them -

maybe we could write a poem or find a conjecture on them!

This world without primes, will still look the same -

for we haven't seen them yet, to make any difference! :-) 

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Naino ke dware,
aane ke vaade

Bandhe aise bolo kahe
Chaukat pe dil ki aahat rakhi hai
Tako pe hai tohre saye

Un bin unhe manaye
Un bin kabhi jo unko rijhaye
Un bin chale hai mora ye jiya haye

The thing

 the painting only a blind can see

the patterns only a magician can decrypt

the "things" that exist, felt, but can't be touched

the thing that shakes your whole body up but can't be seen

the thing that attracts you, engulfs you, entrenches you, 

the thing that burns you, tires you down, wakes you up,

the thing that is craving your attention and calling you!

what is that thing! :-)