I have moved into my new home two months ago. It is a place for me, it can be made warm and can be kept damp and cold. The way i want it to. I have three plants. They are all green inspite of the biting cold outside. Additionally there are two racks, wooden. They have a dark brownish tinge to them. They hold my few possesions: books, keys, files and folders. All my possesions rise in signifance and gleam their importance from time to time. My bed is white with a white linen and is creased with white stripes. I have two persian carpets, i love them. All in all, i look forward every evening to meet them. They are my first possesions, modest ones or not.  To remind me of home a linen on the wall hangs with elephants lightly embedded in fading colours .

The balcony at my place to its side oversees a river which has a grey bridge over it. The waters flow, lest they be frozen. Every morning a silver layer of mist awakes from the river and kisses the withered plants so as to remind them of the oncoming spring, though the same might be a bit far away in time. 

The last five minutes

If I had five minutes
With no one around
Nothing to worry
No work , Nothing to do…

I would clean my place
in the first minute
Smoke in the next
looking at the sky
and maybe smile...

With the third,
I shall halve it into two.
One for my friends
And the other for strangers.
For both are alike,
halved as the minute,
as the known
and yet to be known

Thirty seconds will pass by,
alike the years of youth.
And another equal measure
to mourn the passing

With the last two
I shall lay and close my eyes.
In these moments behind the lids,
eons march through …

Not a random thought

One can react only if one chooses to, but when one from the time of existence is exposed to reactions of people to discrete situations; then this one adapts to those reactions.

Example could be death. Though it is known heuristically that all die, one reacts with sadness to the same, and if one does not, the next level is absolute mystery that eventually has further adapted to anger or diappointment (read reactions) over any conceived absence of reactions or the conceived less proportionality of the same.

The choice of anything is governed by its consequence. This consequence can again be made a 'choice' by selecting the reaction to the above governing consequence.

One has choices leading to consequences which are nothing but choices again. Perceived consequences are results of constraints called as rules. But rules themselves are collective choices made over a certain period of time.

And further even if we accept a choice based on consequences, then it is done only to lead further favorable choices. Here favorable is subjective.