Pack Light, Darling

​Pack light, darling.

The deep green of the leaves,

And the deep darkness they hold,

The crispness of the sunlight

(Without which it’s like limp dog-hairs),

The black bitterness of coffee,

The haunting of old Bollywood songs,

The spirit of the blood wine,

The vitality of lethal cigarette puffs,

The intensity of wasted moments,

The colors of my eyes,

The unbearable softness of my touch,

The calm of the snarling world –

Why pack all these things with you,

Whenever you go away from me?

Aren’t you worried that the airline will charge you extra,

The careful woman that you are?

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I have always been a great believer. I've flitted from one belief to another, from religion to atheism and from one philosophy to another, until I finally settled on J. Krishnamurti whose philosophy is that there is no philosophy. So now I firmly believe that there is nothing to believe. Now such a belief would, I believe, have been considered dangerous to society if the authorities had believed me to be of any consequence. No man of consequence they believe would waste his time on the pursuit of blogging!

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