I do not want to write the way every one is writing why I am in search of so many words why I appear in a stanza pattern I do not want to place my self in the rhyme or in free verse haiku is too small novel is too big I get frustrated with this emotional congestion I have to get ideas from books which have nothing in common with me they are in the libraries to be read I do not want to be a scholar either reading big plays I am living in a post post modern era my art is what I say what I think what I feel I have no reverence I am not blinded by any ideology searching for absurd imagination in my dreams in surrealism I had gone to see a friend I called him in the morning he arrived made a few telephone calls he said he also served in military I gave him a piece of paper which I had typed the key board did not have enough icons I left my phone in the drawer I was afraid some one might steal it the window is open there is reflection from the wall made of heavy concrete which disturbs me I want to pull down the blinder then there will not be enough light why I should invent illusions for you I will take some old newspaper for you to read have you ever felt the reality of repairing your glasses for the minimum some one looked at you in horror when you purchase french fries asking only one fry that man has a frown on his face he thinks he is doing a lot we will visit him tomorrow if he escapes an accident I have idealized you and called you my beloved but you were such an ugly girl your husband told me you were not even worth sleeping with my refrigerator does not work it has become old fashioned I want something for my lunch I cannot go to dunkin donuts for a muffin and coffee I call that as my corner ok take care and good bye
28/4/2009