My Desire

Suppressed mind, a chainless thought,
Wild horse of memories of the wars we fought,
Going bumpety, bumpety, bumpety bump,
Scattered reminiscence is just a lump,

Life is a symphony, twisted and twirled,
May you find peace in this beautiful world...
As Bob says "Peace Will Come, With Tranquility & Splendor on The Wheels of Fire"
Will wait for that day...my desire.

Cynic

Neither here nor there,
A cynical smile, life is fair,
A magnificent view from the window sill,
Don't move, better sit still,
A slight slip and a fall below, too late,
A sleight of hand and twist of fate,
Will take you 30 ft to the ground,
And further 6 feet down to say hello,
To all the friends and foes, who were around,
When you kicked them and buried them underground

Life for Hire

Hello there, will you be my sire?
You can have my life for hire,
Take me home to laugh when you tire,
As you see I don't cost much to acquire,

Your life hangs on a thin black wire,
When pleasure is what you require,
And want to take it higher,
Why not me for half a day hire?

When the consequences are dire,
To fulfill your fetish, I play with fire,
Bootylicious, I'm the one you desire,
Lift your pen and write a dozen quire,

So for tonight won’t you be my sire?
Give in to your immoral desire,
While I silently light your funeral pyre,
Why not me for half a day hire?

White Rabbit

A swim in the murky waters,
A young child circles and totters,

From the mountain of pasqueflowers,
She sees through her weary eyes,
A banana boat ride, all alone,
She wants to follow the white rabbit home,

As the waves of the sea slaps her back to reality,
A sudden step; a life an entity,
The red eyes, the white skin beckons,
The girl wants to take the white rabbit home,

A lovable soul, life on a roll,
The fear; lest it should take its toll,
A stress buster; made of styrofoam,
Now the girl wants to ride the white rabbit home

wtf

What we see; an ocean and the horizon,
A speck, a dot,
A night; a glorious night,

A bark in the dark;
A dog lies on its back,
Thinks the world is twisted,

No seagulls in sight;
May be the land is too far away,

High on spirits, faltering steps;
Indeed the word is turning, isn’t it?

A girl selling her wares,
Trying; enticing this world,
Her psychedelic shawls fail to impress,
Today she sleeps hungry,

Tomorrow; a new day in an old world,
The same fear, the same loathing,
“OM” inscribed on the butt of a bikini clad woman,
A new life; watch it unfurl

Vex

Creator, you gave him life,
And taught him how to live,
Now, they mourn,

His wanderlust has taken him,
To many hells than heavens,
Transgression,

The roads of peril he must now crawl,
Puts no fright in his mind,
He cowers in delight,

What did you have in mind?
When you stripped him of his mind,
He’s not complaining, he does not mind,

His sneering smile,
Writhing in virtue,
Sadistic

>>>>Picture Courtesy: http://mattfitt.com/gallery2/v/Dart/Nuclear_Cry_2.jpg.html

Bird Who Flew Away

Walking in the middle of nowhere,
I saw this bird lying on its belly,
Hurt and his wings were torn,
Tucked him under my arm and took him home,

Gave him water and some cereals to eat,
Nurtured well, he now stood on his feet,
His new feathers were shining like chrome,
And he was probably missing his home,

And then one day he flapped his wings,
And flew in circles & straights,
I should’ve known and taken the cue,
That day the sky turned a brilliant red hue.

Field of Dreams

Here I am, once again, training in my field of dreams,
My body aches and my muscles scream,
With every foot step I take,
To myself, a promise I make,

I aim my passing shots at glory,
In great delusion; everybody has a story,
I sprint, I dash, and I run,
And kid myself, Boy! Isn’t this fun?

A promise, broken many a time,
A field of pasqueflowers; sublime,
Will hit the road, not yet,
I still have to win my bet,

I run and I run,
Believe me, this isn’t fun,
Cerulean skies calling out,
Cheering me to win my bout,

So here I am training in my field of dreams,
Silence is golden, as it seems,
It’s just me and my thoughts wide awaken,
It time, again, to take the road not taken.

Foray Into Insanity

A small twist here and a turn there,
Sparkling water splashing everywhere,
A burrowing experience, an iterance,
Mind’s altercation and latescence,

The white wall stands as an oath,
A testimony to your sentiments and both,
The red notepad of destiny you tote,
Still living the script you wrote,

It’s just you and my foray into insanity…

Journey

When death became a slumber too deep
Striking manifestation of thy self
In a strangely beautiful world

Season

The month was January,
The winter, slowly fading in my life,
Pleasant evening walks,
On the fields of pasqueflowers,

The month was February,
And the birth of my new found joy,
All was well until the final bell,
And I was made to look like a puppet, a toy,

The month was March,
My best friend’s wedding,
Forgotten memories, and an inflated ego,
There I went, uninvited, rigmarole,

The month was April,
A thought of a new beginning,
Washed away by the winds of desire,
Was too close to the funeral pyre,

The month was May,
My true love’s birthday,
Always hung a heavy heart,
Never got off to a good start,

The month was June,
When it ended all too soon,
Drenched and pained,
This time, it only rained,

The month was July,
Realized Emily could only lie,
A lapse of season,
Emerged uncut and brazen,

The month was August,
The showers of misery seemed unstoppable,
This time, the winds of desire – a gust,
Only to find there was no wind beneath my wings,

The month was September,
This day that year, was born,
A Sunday child, who knew no fear,
Yours truly, my dear,

The month was October,
The mother of this life,
Was like a warm clothing,
In this setting of the early winter,

The month was November,
The rain of misery continued,
The teeth chattering in the cold nights – Brr…
Was it my mind, or the feud?

The month was December,
Life was freezing,
Hibernated in the labyrinth of my mind,
And dreamt of the fields of pasqueflowers

Terror?

You misused the powers I bestowed upon you…and look now they blame terrorism.

Bless

I bestow upon you,
The best in life & be amongst the chosen few,
And may you spread the joy of life,
To one and all, to end their strife,

May you whisper happiness in to their ears,
Bring on the smile and purge their fears,
Harbinger of a gleeful monsoon,
Rain bliss morning, night and noon,

May you have the power to heal,
And feed the hungry a full course meal,
May your every step taken be forwards,
Weave verve in all the spoken words,

May all the houses and all the streets be lit,
So be it.

A Moment

As she walks the aisle on the steps of heaven,
The wind holds no sway to her furtive love,
Her pink lips lock in tandem,
In a moment together in solitude

Empire

The pallid aura,
Once a rich golden throne,
A reminiscence of those glory days,
Now lies broken and thrown,

The grandeur of a majestic king,
And his exquisite queen,
Enthralled one and all,
But humpty dumty had a great fall,

The magnificent hallways,
Draped in silk and walls studded with many a gem,
Now cry in nostalgia,
The symbol of the once mighty realm

All, all withdrew, when needed most,
Threw their weapons on the ground,
They owe no allegiance,
Now a different king plays host,

The pomposity of the new valor,
Now breathes deep in his conquered world
As yet another day dawns to light,
A new kindled spirit is ready to fight

Wanderlust

Sweet memories of those getaway days, have begun to fade,
Memories of me playing under the mulberry shade,
With the feeling of the wind in my face,
How I miss those intimate escapes,

I’m packing my bags and I’m off tonight,
Pasqueflowers in disguise, I’m well out of sight,
A receding dot on the horizon, by noon,
I’ll be on the bright side of the moon

Attempt # 2

On their decayed minds,
A million maggots feed,
- A fetid thought

Mr.Gibran

Said a fox when chased by twenty horsemen and a pack of twenty hounds, “They are going to kill me. But how foolish they must be. Surely it would not be worth while for twenty foxes riding on twenty asses and accompanied by twenty wolves to chase and kill one man.”

Black or White

I’ve been wandering for a long time now,
Through the walls surrounding my head,
Searching for some answers lying on my bed,
All these years of the life I’ve led, how,

Everybody laughs and all of us cry,
While most are bold, only some are shy?

While some have more and most have less,
Wondering if it is a curse or if it is a bless,

Someone is happy, everyone is sad,
While some are good, most are bad,

People are cruel, humans are kind,
But run you must, for not to be left far behind,

Only some win and most lose,
Some have no choice and some all to choose,

While few speak the truth, most always lie,
Some can’t differentiate the earth and the sky,

Some are ugly and some are so beautiful,
Some see it half empty and some half full,

Few hear and most don’t of what you say,
Some are just happy and someone just gay,

While some stay in cold sewer cellars,
Many become warm city dwellers,

Is there a dark day and a bright night?
Many have eyes but no sight,

Some have nothing to eat, many have apple pie,
For some to live, many have to die.

A Change In Perspective...

Sit up and listen,
To the water flowing downstream,
Below the mountain of pasqueflowers,
Where we swam a bit and played a little,

Too much water, just too much,
Flowed, but not for long after,
Aftermath, not worth remembering at all,
Subtle nostalgia of the rise and fall,

Spiraling conversations,
Thou art an architect of this universe,
Time for the one to retire,
And return to a drag beyond the black,

Perspective

Time for the one to retire,
To sit up and listen,
To the water flowing downstream,
And return to a drag beyond the black,

Below the mountain of pasqueflowers,
Too much water, just too much,
Flowed, but not for long after,
We swam a bit and played a little,

Aftermath, not worth remembering at all,
Subtle nostalgia of the rise and fall,
Spiraling conversations,
Thou art an architect of this universe,

Vision

A vision of what I wished was real,
Images in mind slowly morphing into chaos,
Losing what I virtually held,
All day and all night long,

Gravity of the sense,
Lo! and behold,
Here they reappear once again,
Only to disappear in the labyrinth of the mind,

It's colours in shades of blue,
Red, Violet, an orange hue,
Any colour you may like,
As always it's return to the black,

Beauty lies in the hands of the beholder,
When a mad man sees discordant beauty in chaos!

Quo Vadis?

Have entered the second quadrant of life

Cold and Blue

The child looked on earnestly,
Into the eyes that were exuding void,
An abyss, into the ravine,
Her mother's eyes,

It had been several years,
Since the father had died,
Now the child had grown,
To a beautiful damsel,

Her innocence had not faded,
And her heart wrenched to see her mother,
Garbed in white,
All day and all night,

She was scared to ask her mother,
How, her father had died,
Lest she hurt her fragile feelings,
Knowing, so far, her mother had lied,

One day she saw her mother sitting near the door,
She had made up her mind to ask her the truth,
When she opened her mouth to speak, her jaw dropped,
To see her mother cold and blue

In The Winds Of Desire

For once the heart flutters,
In the winds of desire,
To steer the catamaran,
Off to an uninhabited island,

Thoughts and dreams running untamed,
Every step unfurls a new panorama,
Like a life seen through a kaleidoscope,
By the tender blue eyes of a child,

Far away in the ocean’s water,
A penchant for a swim,
In the full moon night light,
To wash the wings of wishes in the brine,

As yet another day dawns,
The sea gulls rise to the air,
Welcoming the first gentle rays of the sun,
On the waters of the morning

Whither Goest Thou

The sweet fragrance of serenity,
In a state of suspended animation,I ask my self,
"Whither goest thou?"

The response ain't coming,
So I turn and head back,
To the cosy comfort of my own self,

The cerulean dreams of desire,
Some feeling of home coming,
Some feeling of Deja Vu,

"Do you know, everybody is running away?"
The moment I open my eyes,
I see the same faces who didn't stand their ground,

The sweet frangrance of tranquility,
In a state of animated emotions,
"Is it beauty in chaos?"

The response ain't coming,
So I turn and head back,
To the cosy comfort of my own self

The White Dove's Flight

Neighbourhood white dove's flight,
Now a free bird, you're out of sight,
Flying away over the desert,
And into the sunset,

Memories of how you'd suffered all this while,
Now your time has come,
To spread your wings and fly,
Look how they shine,

Soaring high up above,
With wind beneath your wings,
Will you now be the symbol of peace and love?
Wish you all the best in life and the luck it brings

Revelation

High up above in the blue sky,
The sea gulls sing and sea gulls cry,
As I stand alone on this white sandy beach,
Trying to leave my mark on the sands of time,
I hear the waves lashing against the rocks,
I see the conch shells and corals around the dock,
Already there, waiting for me,
While they've left their marks on the sands of time.

Bitter Sweet

Mind is on the anvil,
Waiting for the strikes,
Remembering the last devil,
While the priest reads my rites,

Some things are made to be broken,
Life is but a token,
You can't buy over the counter,
And you know you can't count on her,

Mind on the anvil,
Waiting for the last strike,
Remembering my devil,
Before turning to the dust we bite.

Attempted Haiku, Confused, Turned Out A Joke!

You wish,
The truth not be hidden,
From your naked eyes.

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Pasqueflowers and the child,
In full bloom,
Life is not wild.

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Dancing,
In this rain,
Children play in the street.

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Scream,
But, your voice fails,
Under fear.

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Condescending dreams,
The butterfly motion,
As he lies in white sheets of satin.

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The guitar,
He practices every night,
Has no strings.

A Fight For Life - Part 2

With every step, her fragile bare feet burn,
Her life's twists and many a turn,
Has brought her to her knees,
A pious prayer, now prays upon, geez!

She has walked many a mile,
It is "LIFE" and not reconcile,
She has to go on, but she can only moan,
With only pasqueflowers in the wild, she's all alone,

Her favourite orchid's not bloomed as yet,
Procrastination, as its needs have not been met,
She still carries her fetid hope,
Now, she has to nothing to choose but the rope.

Gimme a break

A peck on the cheek, and things she would whisper and
say,
But your heart was made of clay,
T'was washed away by the waves on the same beach you lay,
Where you made passionate love to her the entire day,

Tell me did it bother your mind?
Was it a shame to hold her hand?
Or a surprise to find,
You had traveled to a distand land?



Now go take a break

Die Piggy

I want to hold you in my hands,
I want to give your skin a roasted feel,
I want to savor your meat with red wine,
I want to kill you so you can be my meal,

Die piggy, piggy die, die,
Die piggy, die piggy, piggy die, die,
Die piggy, die, die, die,
Die piggy, die piggy, die,

I want your face adoring my tattered wall,
With your meat in my mouth,
I chew and digest, with no sense of fall,

Die piggy, piggy die, die,
Die piggy, die piggy, piggy die, die,
Die piggy, die, die, die,
Die piggy, die piggy, die,

You taste so good,
You make a good food,
Daisy cooks good pork,
I’m ready with knife and fork

P.S: Keshav...this one's for ya! lol

Lost

It seems like I’ve lost my way,
I hit the road, but was walking jay,
It’s indeed a very hot day,
No compass, no beacon on the bay,

Life just goes on and in vain,
With so many questions unanswered,
Small and little things cause so much pain,
Wish I could fly high, like a bird,
And get my wings and feathers wet in the rain,

It seems so foolish to be dreaming,
When nobody hears what you are screaming,
This ain’t the life you got to be leading,
This ain’t the time to listen to my singing,

It’s time to get up and run,
You’ve come to the end of another hour of fun,
As the curtains are being drawn on yet another day,
Through the corner of my eye, I see you walk away,
And it seems I’ve lost my way.

Love

What is it in this world? I wonder,
That I love the most?
Is it the waves of the sea or the clouds across the ocean? I ponder,
Or is it the white sands or sea gulls flying? That it plays host,

Is it my beautiful mother? So pure and fine,
Or is it aged and old wine?
Is it my teachers who taught me?
Or my father who let me just be?

As I delve into its labyrinth,
I think of the lotus, the pond and the hyacinth,
And the pasqueflowers in the wild,
A life that is not so mild,

Or is it my sweet Emily?

A Child's Song

A flutter in the heart,
A sign of The first rain's arrival,
Wet brown earth and the jade grass,
Pasqueflowers in the wild,
The happiest moment in life of the child,

Cerulean skies, where eagles dare,
A grin, almost a wild laugh,
An open mind, life's been kind,
A tune takes the shape of a song,
That has been on his lips for so long,

Pibi laam pibi laam,
Pibi laam pipi dum,
Pibi laam pibi laam,
Pibi laam pipi dum,
A song worth a hum,

A scion of an imperative madness,
He has traipsed around the world,
Singing his favourite song,
To the children the gypsies bring,
All day and all night the child will sing

Pibi laam pibi laam,
Pibi laam pipi dum,
Pibi laam pibi laam,
Pibi laam pipi dum,
A song worth a hum.

Just a Prose

Life goes on in an unharmonious synchronization,

This is really the beauty of it,

Trudging the lanes less often taken,

With unknown consequences staring at your face,

The echo of the sound, which resounds,

Unmellifluously at first,

Sounds better with every taken step,

That is really the beauty of it,

Life is now cool and calm,

No sense of urgency whatsoever,

But less realizing the fact that,

There's a lull before a storm,

Which will take you by surprise,

And shock you out of life,

Well dear, that is the beauty of it,

If you could only have known beforehand,

What to expect and when,

Guess, the food called life,

Which is best eaten with hunger,

Wouldn't have been as tasty as it is,

Guess, not many people would like their food be bland,

And that is life and this is just a prose,

And that is really the beauty of it.

Hanging Virtues

I was taking a stroll in the garden of dreams,
When I came across an apple orchard,
The trees filled with crimson red apples,
Looked so inviting and tempting to me,

Two apples in particular fascinated me,
The first apple was the one I liked,
And the second liked me,

The orchard owner came up to me and said,
Son, you can have any but one,
It was a difficult choice that I had to make and run,

I was caught in the crossfire between,
Temptation and Tenderness,
Were they apples or hanging virtues, I thought,

I gazed at the adjacent lake,
The soft wind in my face,
Suddenly transformed into a strong gale,

The trees in the orchard started to sway,
It was as if they were telling me something,
And I had nothing to say,

Suddenly, the second apple fell into my hands,
I knew this was it; this was my day,
I thanked the lord and walked away.

Run

My eyelids are tired, but I can't close them yet,
Today I must run, keep running till I am safe,
Run I must till I can run no more,
Run I must, and run I will to win the bet,

My legs are tired, but I can't rest,
Lest, should I risk of letting them closer,
Lest, should I risk of letting them get past me,
Lest, should I risk of failing the test,

My hands have weakened, but I can't wait,
I have to dig to find my bone,
I have to dig that hole all alone,
I have to dig before it gets too late.

Come thee lord!

Come thee lord, come to me,
For thou art He,
And I am only a flea,
So teacheth me from A to Zee,

Come thee lord, come to me,
For I can blessed be,
For I am the gravel of sand,
And thou art sea,

Come thee lord, come to me,
For I am sick of the people around me,
Thou art supreme of beings,
So showeth me how to gel with my fraternity,

Come thee lord, come to me,
For I want to see thee and be glee,
For I want to flee with thee,
Forever and ever unto infinty,

Come thee lord, come to me,
Come thee lord, to take me with thee,
For I would like to be buried in your chest,
Forever and ever unto eternity

A Fight For Life - Part 1

Way too slow,
Sometimes, too fast, too low,
She sways her hair across the face,
A glance, a daze,

Blind eyes meant for deception,
Working efficiently and unquestioned,
Unparalled reception,
Deficit in life, unmentioned,

Simply drags the rope called life,
Rags herself to strife,
Carries the burden of her world,
On her fragile shoulders, unfurled,

Destiny smiles, but is wicked,
Sarcasm is her daily bread,
Hears all the laughter in her head,
Like tolling bells, throbbing till she's dead,

A child of two, now tags on,
All her life she has been a pawn,
Her hand over her head, she has withdrawn,
And by dawn, her child and she will be gone,

All the male, in her life came like a gale,
She couldn't resist, and brought the hammer to the nail,
Now, all dead, and free, she has set sail,
Clinging to her dear child, an ail,

Someday, life on her and child will smile,
Hope, an instinct, vile,
Victory, she can see, will be hers, not revile,
And for that, with quick steps, she has to walk that mile.

Down The Memory Lane

A walk down the meandering road,
Of thoughts and nostalgia in the air,
Steps taken, forwards and back,
Seem forever and ever and eternity,

Soul searching,
Voice reaching.
Heart burning,
Mind screeching,

A dust, speck like in this life,
Creates ripples across the mind,
All the memory cuts like knife,
As it starts to settle down slowly, to unwind

Incomplete

Still sleeping in the wake of a cerulean dream,
All her world is yellow and cream,
The ghoulish nightmare makes a scream,
In the abyss of an endless seam

To Continue...

The Road Taken

Sunshine through misty gray haze,
Where mockery & jeer gaze,
The winding roads of torment, a maze,
On this mountain of pasqueflowers I laze,

One solitary soul afraid to show its face,
Walks far & wide without a trace,
A time, a thought & a race,
Garroted to destiny by a pink satin lace.

Sins?

All the belief is pride,
And I wonder,
Yet is a farce,

All the ego is envy,
And I wonder,
Yet is so human,

All the hunger is gluttony,
And I wonder,
Yet is of stomach,

All the love is lust,
And I wonder,
Yet is a chemistry,

All the hate is anger,
And I wonder,
Yet is pain,

All the gluttony is greed,
And I wonder,
Yet is a need,

All the ease is sloth,
And I wonder,
Yet is sluggish

So important is...it seems life is,
And I wonder,
Yet is so trivial,

Grave Call

As life blooms in this place extraordinaire'
It brings joy to this barren land,
Everything's well until the final bell,
It's time for the living to be called once lived and buried in sand.

It's time when I grip the surroundings,
It's time, and the farewell party begins,
Bring the residue to me one and all,
Cos I'm the grave and it's the final call.

All is dust and return is a must,
It doesn't matter if it's iron or rust,
You may come in black or in white,
Come to me I'm the grave...cos' nothing will survive.

The journey has begun and the clock's ticking soon,
No time to think if it was a boon,
You have reached the final destination, see,
Yes, I'm the TRUTH, Yes, I'm the grave, Yes, It's ME !!!

Redemption of A Dream

Living to dream on,
A dream of an endless dream,
Pasqueflowers in the wild,
A dream I redeem,

My spirit soaring high,
On the soft green grass I lie,
Pasqueflowers in the wild,
I dream as a child,

A thought so simple,
Running as fast as a toy train,
Of a smile, a cheek and a dimple,
And sweet smell of wet earth and rain,

Climbing up the hill,
I think of many a thing,
Like a sparkle from my mother's diamond ring,
And the swift blades of the rotating wind mill,

I still dream of all those happy days,
When we din't care of scraped knees,
The joy of all those dreams,
Only yesterday it seems.

Love

Broken dreams,
Broken smiles,
Broken legs,
She walks many miles,

Heart bleeding betrayal,
Mind foggy,
Terror in every move,
Body is groggy,

Carries unto herself,
The smiles she cannot afford,
Cursing heaven and the holy earth,
Please welcome aboard

Mother

When my voice breaks,
When my speech fades,
Mother, won't you sing for me,
A lullaby of the lore?

When I'm flying higher,
When my muscles tire,
Mother, won't you aid me,
To take to the skies and soar?

When all the world's at war,
When all the peace is a mar,
Mother, won't you protect me,
From the blood shed violence and gore?

Angst

Staring out of this window,
Gazing up at the stars,
That light up my world,

As I pull the sheets over my face,
Too much pride is killing,
My vertigo, head is reeling,

Every time I weave a different story,
To justify my feelings and pain,
It rains angst, agony and disdain,

In with the ashes from the smoke of the fire,
Now I'm sick inside without a sense of feeling,
And when I say I'm dead, I'm a liar!

Still waiting to come back to life!

When You Cry

Dream if you can, pasqueflowers,
The delusion taking its toll,
Dream if you can, your mothers,
The only time that it's real is,
When you cry,

I don't think I can deceive any longer,
The bonds aren't getting stronger,
Dream if you can, your fathers,
The only time that it's real is,
When you cry,

Disgusts me to be,
Join me in hell,
Dream if you can, your sisters,
The only time that it's real is,
When you cry,

Droplets of tears,trickling down your face,
Torn apart, apathy unlimited,
Dream if you can, my brothers,
The only time When it's real is,
When you cry.

A name, a new beginning

Sweet serenity,
An oasis in this desert of reproach,
A whiff of fresh air,
The morning dew trickling down the green grass blade,

There I stand, admiring the semblance of a celestial damsel,
Radiating in the morn' sun,
Her calm face brings us to our knees,
A charm that’s hard to envisage,

Her purity surpassing the purest diamonds around her neck,
A dancing spirit, a harbinger of happiness,
Her mellifluous voice, music to tired ears,
A messiah, the saviour my redeemer,

Her grace, exquisitely crafted,
A name, a new beginning.