I dont want to do anything

Writing is not my purpose
Neither is it anyone's
Nor is anything else

All doings are only devices
To redeem oneself
Of one's not doings.

What is funnier is
That the emergence of this feeling
Of redemption
Is another doing
Towards the redemption
Of one's not doing

And so on and so forth!

Why?

The invention of the wheel
Is the worst joke
Of all the milleniums - AD and BC!

Things started rolling only then!

Beer & Writing

I have had seven gulps of that beer by now
My cell rings
A message
I reply
I check other messages (why?)
I reply to a couple of others
I lean back to regain my original disposition
Sorry - position!
My hand moves
Where?
It doesnt know
I am perplexed
I strain myself
Invain
What was I doing?
Fuck!

Is it the beer?
Only seven... Nah!
I pick the pen
And write this! (Of all that I could)
I remember...
I was preparing!

Father

Father runs the house
Father runs around the house
Father manages things
Father damages wings
Father is the head
Respect Father
The signal is red
Dare you bother
Father is Father
His name is Father!


Father too is a man
I am a man, he is a man
I see Father, he is Father
He still bursts, he still hurts
"I am a man"
I dare you Father
Dare you smother
Me, mother or brother
Mother, brother and I
Father alone, curses by
But father is father
Only different from other


Who is father?
Where is father?
Was he there?
Is he there?
Is he father?
What is father?
He is father, they say!
Is that father?
Does that matter?
He is father
And, father is father
So different from other!