My First Blog Post

Cosmic

Be yourself; Everyone else is already taken.

— Oscar Wilde.

Cosmic mic
Cause cosine use
Sine shine whine
Cosmetic tic tac tie
Métier tiers tyre
Tears emitter
Cosmopolitan tan
Lit polity mop
Asymptomatic asymptotes
Litotes osmosis
Sister terse tergiverse
Verse rehearse
Ear serve reserve
Extraterrestrial
Trial extraordinary
Rest on terrace trace
Race of ace
Pacemaker peace
Iamb what are you?
Who is a hat
That rat
Allusion ion allures
Fusion unison son
On fuss
Suffice suffuse fuse
Use ruse
Muse abuse
Abstruse truce
Abstract tract
An act
Tact tectonic
A tonic for tone
A ticket for a wicket
Picket pick pocket
Poking king
Enjambment
Jam am mental tally
Ally enjoying yin yang
Angular gully
Ululate late
Ate tea
Attics trucks
Tricks
Where here
How do you call it quits
Wits of Wittgenstein
Generate berate
Be rate terrible Terra firma
Firm denial
Daniel Dan
Can you find an onion
On an ion annointed
By annoying Ted
Determinant ditto
It to indite diction
Dictate dictionary
Fiction stationary
Tat for tit
At Attila till
Ill will kill
Fulfill the promise
Roam prom
Ram am
Rise mice rice wise
Lice ice thrice as good
Wooden goo den gone
One woo with the wind
Indie horror or die
Lie not forethought
Hot rot
Otiose transpose pose
Trance prance France
An ounce of menace
Men ace
Your
Why our
Hyper hour
Per hyphen
Hen hype
Web ebb
Flow low
Site sit
Edit ditto torpor
Porous load
Ding dong long
Song swan wan
Pallid vain rain
Tainted detained
Beta determinate
Minatory minutes
Minimum natation
Nuts sutures respite
Piteous pity
Typical calcium calculated
Culinary linen
Line email
Ailments entomology
Tomb of ombudsmen
Buds bombs dumb shibboleth
Lathe machine
Matches catches
Cat chest at behest of bee
Beetroot root
Beaten ten roots
Boots of das
The days of yes
Fused us missus
Fuss unnecessary
Cesspool tool
Essential cool
Pool car
Ballpark dark arc
Rack rucksack
Duck crack
Go pluck
Luck muck

Batsman ship!

Bats
A dead bat.

Battue Tuesday daylight.

Tight wad Dwight wigwam.

Foofaraw war far off offerings.

Rings of water.

Pigeons and prisons.

Orison Benison sonnets.

Nets hanging onto gingerly lyrics.

Traction attraction onions.

Noisome mesothelioma metheglin.

Isintheglass retinitis isthmus.

Atheling Mingas theology.

The crows nest nearby bats.

Stabs tabs battery battleground.

Groundnut nutterverse severe reverse pastiche chestnut esteem.

Identity

I talked to the water. It’s quiet. The birds are singing and humming. If only I had discovered this freedom before. Carrying the current in my pockets with wisdom of the yore.

The kittens in the kitchen. And the statue in the pond. It’s as normal as it gets. Nothing extraordinary.

The burning bush was reflecting in the pond as I looked at the lake from the penthouse. Then it was everywhere. It was always present or always present after the year two thousand and three. It was a matter of recognition. Highlighting the obvious background harmony.

Bells still ring in the nearby temple. I was dehydrated and starving when I last Sat here in search of the mystic peace. Now it’s not about the law or about the people. It’s about the pure body of bliss and gnosis.

I love reading myself more than anyone else. I love the sound of my own voice. I love everything about myself and I am not talking about essence or ranking. I am talking about my everyday reality. This moment and being.

Red Zone jonesing singularity ritzy zygote verboten Rotterdam Netherlands damson !

1. As soon as the count of cases reaches to 10, the area would become a red zone. One less. All business was needed stadium is as close as ever.

2. Having spent 1000 rupees at Dr. Dileep Tripathi clinic just a few days ago my mother is again feverish.

3. Younger sibling has vomitted a record 5 times within last 30 days. Two of them was inside the room. He couldn’t even manage to reach out to the bathroom.

4. This is 46 degree centigrade here. I absolutely detest such high temperature and can’t really compose poetry. I am fed up of Corona virus pandemic which is a charade by illuminati. Unforeseen unprecedented. I am waiting for the zombie apocalypse. I have thrived all emergencies. I am already beyond death.

5. The image was taken this noon.

6. I have many plans about experiments with space time and am looking for Starjade-the deutronomy prophet online who was a regular interlocutor in the last decade. If any of you by any chance comes across this person kindly let me know via email or comments.

Scorching Sun and The Shin Armor!

Scorching.

1. This is what scorching Sun feels like. The hot hell. The clouds against hazy skies are too scanty to contain the heat from reaching the Earth. Moreover: the night bounces back some radiation which is retained by the haze which is devoid of any moisture. You envy snowfalls and you make believe that with profuse sweating some of your sins would also burn. That future summers won’t be as hot. But it never works.

2. I tried making the little girl laugh with some stories : fictional enactment of an ice-cream seller sleeping because of hot summer. Her uncle gently knocks at his door to buy some and brings it back with some cold drinks. There are no permanent resting places neither any permanent sources of income.

Transmission Lines

3. I couldn’t curl the mosquito net back. The boy on the footpath had taught me but I seem to have forgotten. Mosquitoes didn’t bite my skin but they kept clouding my vision for many hours. It barely had space to stretch my legs yet air upstairs wasn’t as heavy as inside the room.

4. Kids keep playing on and off. They are subject their parents who are subject to whims of government who is subject to some mysterious phenomenon or a one world government conspiracy.

5. My business is thriving at present. I have invested and gained. My voice is a pleasant voice. Meaningful noises are paradoxical calculations. I plan nothing. Nothing happens.

6. This side of the town feels like the Texas of the No Country For Old Men

7. A shepherd is driving a bunch of seven goats towards pastures in the South West. A man with a red eye on a bicycle passes by towards East.

8. The shrubs are dancing and the limbic system is being titillated too often these days. It’s the seething blood of reptilian humanoids. The shin.

Ottoman Empire.

Otorhinolaryngology,

John logging bearded deadline,

Ohr mho hour horus rustic

Tic tac toe oeillade lad ladle,

Addlepated addler lupine pinewood,

Woody Allen Ginsberg rinsed,

Lentil lense incense burner,

Nerdy denmarksman shipwrecked,

Dirty harry,

Don’t tarry,

To parry a blow,

Or a lowlife dide,

Alidade Aubade forbade Brocade,

Call Eastwood,

The Wood.

Inspired by: Dr. Harshavardhan, Woody Allen, Clint Eastwood, Dawood Ibrahim and David Lynch.

Header image courtesy : Gandhi Smarak Bhavan, Chhatarpur, Madhya Pradesh, 471001.

If Mosquitoes Disappeared Altogether.

I know it’s not a discussion forum. I also know that I am not likely to get an answer. I intend to increase my post count.

I have heard about bees disappeared results in world war or was it draught or apocalypse. What about Mosquitoes. I don’t have a Vivekananda concentration but you wish. My life would have been infinitely richer without them.