Brianda

Neither am I a philosopher nor a thinker, not even a poet just an inker. Again I have committed a blunder. My friend Bri though than me is younger still he is my best teacher, and he will ask me to explain, "How an inker? Whatever, yes whatever you do, you do on computer." All the divine and eternal figures are computer programs. There is someone we call him the creator. He is the programmer and he is the operator of this computer. His soul is the energy that runs this divine computer. Yes I don't use pen and paper. To pass my time I write something perhaps these are poems I write mostly in English. No surprise like most of the literate people of British India I also speak Hinglish, a language that is a homogeneous mixture of Hindi, Urdu and English. So I often commit errors when I write English I am thankful to Bri that he corrects me, I am happy that he is not Donald Trump who in an attempt of correcting the world has himself become too much wrong. I liked Bri's comment on my poem Stripping Loneliness, Bri has asked me to explain certain things in it and to correct an error of spelling. I have corrected the spelling with thanks to Bri. I have tried to regret the loneliness of earth in my poem As by now no definite evidence of another planet like earth has been found. And earth's lover is the nature. How the time of puberty of earth began what was the nature of love between earth and nature I don't know, but earth became pregnant and gave birth to life. It's a love story of nature and time. My lovely friend The Poet Poet has asked me to define time, I have already confessed that I am not a thinker Still I think and I have my views. Time is a wave and life is its slave. Time is the love of pleasuring the five senses. Nature started self-pleasuring like a teen aged boy. When nature became tired of this self-pleasuring He made a plan to create two opposite sexes, and enjoy more and more pleasures. Sitting in the nucleus as neutrons holding the protons in his hand He made and enforced a law of orbiting in love for the vagabond electrons. It put its soul in the energy and converted it into matter. Time started with the moment of puberty of matter. Though I am sure the outcome of life as a consequence of love might have created many other forms of life but by now earth is lonely in this vast universe. Waves of love propagate all round from its nucleus it started when the largest nebula was excited and exploded. Many small nebulae were then created. These small nebulae being excited went on breaking like unicellular life and went on exploding many times, how many times nobody knows. The Galaxy, the beautiful Milky Ways is a dancing hall where dances a gal known as earth and with her though we all are singing and dancing. but this gal with a solo dance looks like looking for a real dancing partner. As my friend, who wants a definition of time, cannot count how many times he was self-pleasured and how many times he was pleasured by a mate but he can count the outcomes of his love. By now we have seen only one outcome of nature and time and it's the lonely earth. Time is the moments that we pass in love. When there will be no love there will be no time, when there will be no time there will be no earth, and when there will be no earth, there will be neither Bri, nor The poet Poet, nor Akhtar! But among the infinite waves of love The waves produced by us will continue its propagation. Who knows may diverge and concentrate at another galaxy, with Bri as a beautiful charming gal renamed as Brianda the poet poet renamed as Thabo, Akhtar renamed Akerele and Thabo and Akerele the rivals in love of Brianda!