Cashin' in on it.

When you wake up to Johny Cash singing, "Because you are mine", you somehow get the courage to WALK THE LINE.

Introspection asks for self-dissection.
Privacy doesn't entertain intrusion.

My mind minds those long sessions of meditation.
Love can happen during sun salutation.

Confusion lacks Conviction.
Depression craves for some antidepressants.

The God i worship doesn't like adulation.
Therefore I am going to skip those prostrations.

One-track mind

My mind is too monogamous to understand polygamy.

KITES.

How free? How Independent?

Poetry knows no science.

While you and i have lips and voices which are for kissing and to sing with;
Who cares if some one-eyed son of a bitch invents an instrument to measure Spring with?
- E.E. Cummings

Science doesn't understand what songs sound like. And Songs are not meant to be scientifically sound.

whosemoralsareelastix.

If 'ix'- the suffix gets attached to my name, my life will become one helluva comic strip. :)

JUST UNDO IT.

And one fine day I realized that they made a brand out of me.
Positioned to capture a particular section of the market.
Targeted to attract my target market.

I came with brand values and customer promises.
I was asked to stick to my brand image and provide a unique brand experience.

I came in Tetra packs. Sometimes in branded polybags.
I was on SALE every changing season.

I was trademarked & copyrighted. Marketed & advertised.
Till I acquired brand recognition.

Soon, they will consider franchising me. UNLESS I DECIDE TO STOP BEING A PRODUCT.

USEFUL.

I am making the most of my MIDDLE FINGER these days.

Retail therapy can't cure us.

Life is not about Calvin Klein underwears and Gucci shades. Lets strip those brands off our bodies and get comfortable with ourselves.