sukh {dot} com

Blades of a fan

I’ve done some shit in my life. Some good, some bad.  Some people I may have helped, some people I’ve definitely hurt. Made some friends, some enemies. I’ve improved, deteriorated, loved, feared, laughed, danced, fought.  Gave everything up for a while, took it all in later.  Some people disappeared, others hung around. Some things I’m proud of, like that day when we all came together to rest under a blue canopy while rain fell all around us. I didn’t make it rain, but I did help put up the canopy, and we all came together as one.

Some things could have happened differently, maybe those that I cared about wouldn’t be so wounded now, but really, it couldn’t have happened any differently.  I guess I was supposed to be exactly where I was every-time I was there, that means that if you participated you were supposed to be there too. I’ve been happy about it all, grateful for the opportunity to live a life that no-one else gets to live, and yet also grateful to look upon the same earth that everyone else gets to. I’ve been angry, but I’ve let it go. Found forgiveness in the realization that you were doing the only thing you could in that moment. I’ve been stuck, but moved on, let go. I’ve looked up at the stars and wondered what it all means, the stars they only shined back, giggling at my childish curiosity.  I’ve been a child, and only acted grown-up on a few occasions.

Sometimes I sit watching the blades of the fan spin by wondering who will come into my life next and how they will change me.


Layers

I peer through layers of glass
not believing what I see
wondering if the glass is distorting the real

but it’s real
and it’s right

I go back to what I whispered in your ear that night
Seeing you happy makes me happy
The sting wears off, I check to see if there are any wounds, and I am happy

The sun shining down on your face
A smile filled with love
All captured in a lens, etches a new memory of you now
The shadow of a photographer falling over your body but it isn’t an intrusion

I catch it all in an on-line photo

It was about the same time that you stopped appearing in my dreams
As if a part of me knew that what we had was finally gone
I can no longer be the man, nor the shadow
Just a man, behind layers of glass, watching a distant sun shine on a reverent smile


Sounds of Nirvana

DJ Sukh and Ben G finally team up to bring you the monthly soiree you’ve been waiting for: SOUNDS OF NIRVANAA musical journey that will bring you sounds from the East mixed in with heart pounding beats that won’t allow you to stop moving your feet. A night dedicated to the best music from around the world. A true meeting of East and West with everything in between.

Your musical curators providing the International sounds:
– DJ Sukh (www.sukh.com)
– Ben G (www.djbengmusic.com)

Nirvana is a beautiful venue located in Beverly Hills, with Cabana’s and food to die for. The setting is perfect for a night you won’t forget.  Cabana’s and Bottle service are available. For reservations please contact Ben G or Sukh directly.

Time: Friday September 30 10:00pm to 2:00am
Location: Nirvana Beverly Hills, 8689 Wilshire Blvd, Beverly Hills, CA

$10 before 10:30pm

 


Echos of us

You walked up with a friend
I was already there
leaning up against the bar
On impulse I bought your drinks
It didn’t matter
you would have stayed anyway
The conversation was great
We talked about things that didn’t matter
like bartenders, waitresses and cheesy guys at bars
and about things that did matter
like happiness and being right there in that very moment
I wanted to say something about your smile
how it could make someone very happy
We laughed, I remember
I touched your arm and at one point you put your hand on my shoulder to adjust your outfit
I pretended I didn’t notice
Eventually you walked away
fading into the crowd only leaving a trace of that smile
I smiled back
We both knew we would meet again

Read the rest of this entry »


Strawberry Shortsticks

8 years later.

Somehow time had passed, the sun had come up, gone down, the trees, the birds, and even the wind had come alive, then slept. He would fold into it all himself, at times observing, feeling separate, at times unaware of its manifestation and a part of it completely. It wasn’t that it was a perfect life, it’s just that there had been so many perfect moments that it felt that way.

He watched her body expand and contract with each silent breath. With his hand placed on top of hers, he wished his wife congratulations on yet another anniversary. ‘We survived another year’ Joseph whispered to himself. In previous years he had always chuckled and Helen had always laughed heartily, even though they both expected the same line year-after-year. Today, inside a quiet hospital room, Joseph watched the last eight years float by in his memories.

Read the rest of this entry »


The Silent Rose

At the airport, as my eyes took in the words of a melancholy novel, I sat next to a couple that didn’t speak to each other during an entire meal. It wasn’t a hostile quiet, like two people deepening a divide between them, this was a softer quiet, like two people relishing in the idea that they had another to be quiet with. I never glanced directly at them but they must have become aware of my attention as their noiselessness quickly became palpable like a thick air hovering around them. Each movement they made: a grasp at a cup or the bite of a sandwich, seemed to occur with the utmost concentration and precision, as if quieting their actions would somehow make them more invisible when it fact it only made them more apparent. Their silence standing up against the noise of the world.