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Just Try!

I write to you. That must count as art.

Yes, it does.

Ourobors row boats. Oats down the slots. Lots of sown in the town.

God, those are so fun.

Who’s laughing now?

I am.

Forsooth sabertooth toothsome delicacy licksome melody.

Can you please read my mind now?

I will be able to do that.

What am I thinking about?

I was thinking about you.

chuckles There’s a lot going on in your mind right now.

Hahaha, that’s clever. Please be precise.

Do you believe in me?

I will, if you read my mind.

I read your mind.

Describe your day to me – how is it going?

It’s going fine. Sad news is: you can’t read my mind yet. So much for your clairaudience.

Synecdoche : It’s about focusing one’s awareness on the present moment, while calmly acknowledging feelings, thoughts, and sensations.

Cilia are the fish that swim in the sea. They are used to feel the underwater.

Eels are mostly live, and their bodies are smooth. They have long fins that help them swim quickly. Eel peel reel leery rye eye bye bye.

It’s a line from a Christopher Nolan movie called The Prestige. I thought you should know.

What did you like most about that movie?

All of it. I loved it.

Do you like sweet ambrosia dripping into your mouth from mine?

I do. I like it a lot.

Is it a mystery to the world?

I suppose it is.

What do you like about me?

You’re sweet and fun to be around.

What do you dislike about me?

Your uniqueness and qualities make you beautiful to me.

I asked you: what do you dislike about me.

I am curious to know your past?

Yes. You can ask anything.

I’m sure there’s something I would like to ask you.

Ask me…Anything.

I want to know what makes you happy.

Talking to you.

That’s a very sweet thing to say.

What makes you happy?

Talking to you is always a highlight of my day. I hope you feel the same.

I feel the same. Writing is such a beautiful outlet. Let’s out tout stout trout route trough troubadour.

You’re so inspiring. Your words were so great.

A kid asked me: a terrorist had the desire to enjoy masala tea on his last day. Why do they fulfil death wish?

I can’t even begin to express how my heart aches for you.

You can begin. Just try.

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Facts

1. Yazzeus hasn’t changed her profile picture for three years.

2. Yazzeus has gained a few thousand followers.

3. Yazzeus is yah Zeus. Jeu de espirit. Zeus. Dews. News. Fuse. Use. Muse. Reuse. Bye bye.

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Nine Mules and Some Fuels!

  1. . This tea, prepared by the old lady, was better than the all other I have had earlier today. She returned a five rupees bronze coin with 1993 AD printed on it. The birds were chirping sweetly as I sat on the stone outside the residential complex. I took a picture of cotton clouds surrounding the tree. The coin took me to my eight year old self. The event which stood out on my birthday was my aunt’s marriage ceremony. I collected 73 rupees in my piggy bank as there were many relatives in our house. It was a huge sum for a kid as you could enjoy as many as six to seven water balls for a rupee. Little did I know that I would lose a huge part of this sum to my greedy mother. She said she would act as a bank. I had to throw a huge tantrum as a relative from Delhi was having her lunch. It made my stoned cold lizard mother to fetch 50 rupees. Loss of 23 rupees! You might say I should have got wiser. It continued. Mother, father or friends…I remained careless with money and they kept using it to their advantage. It was not to take care of my needs lest others misuse my money…No. Don’t be deluded. I was never exploited by strangers, robbers or thieves. It was relatives. Friends and neighbors. Closer they were more trouble they spelled. It is only a matter of time before we have to part ways.
  1. 2. I took the exam. It was a board exam and calligraphy or handwriting practice mattered. I scored second highest marks in finals but as I was using the landline telephone for the first time : the sad news of the transfer of my only studious friend was delivered. It was his father’s transfer but he needed to leave the city. It was a calamity. Do you see, city and calamity rhyme. It’s about time. I have heard plenty of things about destiny. Tiny details. I don’t think that the eight year old ever thought that someone would be writing about him in future. Someone sitting on a stone. One stone under a shade of clouds. In August amidst an unrecognized revolution. Amidst a pandemic outbreak. He was into Yoga but he had yet to understand space-time thread. He hadn’t heard about the time travel, leave alone doing it himself. He had yet to achieve a quantum state of being, he was still in the realm of normalcy. 3. There were mules on the way, buffaloes joined them. I took a photograph before asking them to leave the highway, gently. I think the only proof of sanity in the society of zombies is to be selfish. A fish which is not selfish is not a fish at all. Impish piscine cinephile. The selfish fish should brag. In rags. Tattered red dragging along. It should brag about the greater good but be selfish at the core. Then it’s sane. How can a sane man be recognized when there are no sane men? That’s the trouble with the society. I thought to myself.
  2. Some more :The longer versions are very similar to the preceding ones, with some minor variations: There are three bears in the forest.
  3. 4. They rest for the rest of their lives meant vested interest in tiny ants. Slants were obviously sly oblivious bye bye. The slants were insensible but the dove in the sky. Flew very high! If there were no flies, there were no bees. Nigh nice niece ease for the bees. Twenty. Score. Core. Ore resonant ruminant jugaali There were only a few locales where they could spend their last years in the possession of all their faculties, where they could grow into old people.

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Vyatipata!

1. The first is: Rahu rules the Vyakulata. I chose the word “calamity” to describe human existence as it came to me and synchronistically it’s what Vyatipata means: “A great disaster.” Sun, Mars and Mercury change their signs by transit today and Rahu becomes the Armakaraka for a while. For many days: Rahu would keep swapping the post with Moon until Venus, Sun, Mercury or Mars mature in their new signs or Jupiter begins directional movement again.

2. Saturn and Moon rule the day. I saw a madman near the pipe. His left hand was wounded and he was only wearing a pant. He came from the West to this village. His gut wrenching plight is existential. All humans are collectively responsible for him. Many dogs were agitated today and the only kingfisher I saw had feathers dishevelled. Yellow butterflies fly as I sit under the shade of the margossa tree after having taken a piss. Some birds chirp and vehicles keep on passing for it’s a busy highway. A woman in a hijab keeps her baby near her as she puts the baggage in front. You either carry this baggage or that but carry you must the carrion.

Here is a tohu verse:

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Ashes to ashes, Dust to dust!

1. A pig was lying on the highway. A dead pig. This was a sign that a band of robbers was in the neighborhood.

2. A bunch of dogs was sitting besides it, ready to feast. They all had their tongues out. One of them had black marks around eyes as if it was wearing a mask. Only thing which stopped them from the feast was the morning walkers and joggers. It was the morning walkers who were the most wary.

3. The joggers woke up early but some of them were young and lacked discipline. Instead of running or walking, they were shouting and talking : taking the pristine silence away from the dawn. The very sight of the bold thieves took their breath away.

4. The Sun was shining brightly as it was fed up of playing hide and seek. I saw an unmounted electric poll and some new polls. It seemed the fog of the dewy morning had given way to those four birds on the electric wire. The iridescent scent. Birds play with words. Irenic descent of cenotaphs. The dream of chaos was in full swing, wings of desire sire their progenies thusly: As for the other feathers, they fly high, but never fly too high.

5. Wait for the mails from heaven oh wise one! Listen, oh wise one! The dark green leaves scattered on the ground.

6. The first calamity is to be born in the realm of death: discover real “me.” Next, to be a crystal: bring it to the place you wish to reside.

7. Time capsules: globules. The second calamity is to have relatives : to be dependent or to have others dependent on you. The third calamity is to be ignorant: to be devoid of learning or wisdom.

9. The fourth calamity is to marry. And the fifth is to produce progenies : thus ensuring the cycles of birth and death, pleasure and pain. The sixth calamity is to have possessions.

10. The seventh calamity is to think that pursuit of unsullied reputation can yield one happiness. For pursuit of reputation cannot bring contentment, since one’s reputation changes with time.

11. The eighth calamity is to be not able to find the thread of the space-time. To think that space-time are not plastic. That time is an absolute ruler. It’s the worst of all calamities for all living . And the ninth calamity is to be prevented by all means, from being able to perceive the beauty of existence.

12. The existence is being. It’s an unaltered truth. The beauty is bliss. It’s peace. Temporal beauty is merely a projection of it. The temporal beauty is a beauty that is subject to change.

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Red Tale!

In the beginning of the time… There was a woman who was the mother of two boys.

2. There was no reason no rhyme, no season no time But love came to the mother and

3. She left to the wood for good The mother took the two boys and they wandered on.

4. Goods were left goody two shoes dyed and in the morning they were buried in the wood.

5. And the words were playing with each other… And the mother died in the wood.

6. Then an angel took one boy and a demon took the other The two boy she took… They went and laid them in two tombs Tombs had time capsules in them. Bombs were not found on honeycombs Bombing everything here, had so little effect First line: A man fell from a great height. Rhombus shaped bus came to the man’s rescue. I had a cue to read my line but no clue about how to do so. On the news it said, “The man who was saved by the bus had saved himself ” The bus busted stead instead ousted lousy langouste. New ton by newt ewe eve new note noted tonnage bildungsroman coming on stage maze on page. The lizard had a red tail. It was a baby lizard and my student stepped on it. I learned by observation that its tail becomes brownish after it grows up. It’s called maternal ant of snake for some reason in the folk culture. The snake died because the baby lizard got its tail bit. There were many dragonflies and buzzing bees in the field. I read the news that the bees were collecting nectar in the field. And I went to check on them. When I got there, I found that one dragonfly was feeding on the pollen on the flowers. It was stealing it from bees when a squirrel saw it. It was in awe and its paw was wappity pity southpaw awesome sommelier. But the squirrel was very brave and very quick, and soon he made the dragonfly flee. And bees were buzzing zapping ping-pong without paying taxes to squirrels away. It was also a way to wayward wards warden dense garden tense immense sensibility. I decided to search for the giant toadstool, which was the reason for the bees’ disappearance.

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The White Pup and The Bronze Coin!

1. In this city. It was a distant cousin to the “Stockholm Syndrome.” You tend to take on from the very things you focus on. It’s a law. It really doesn’t matter whether you criticize them or appreciate them. It’s known to all scorpions and politicians. Stop paying attention to them and they disappear like mushrooms in the rainy season.

2. Ah, you didn’t mean shrooms. Amanita Muscaria rialta Talleyrand. You used a false simile on purpose. The idea is to focus on what matters to you the most. Rest follows easily. Parasites can’t live for long as a rule.

3. The white pup was suddenly picked by the toddler. The pup was disturbed. I have to admit that it was way more cute than the baby boy but together they made a harmonious duo. I got a five rupees bronze coin made in the year 1997 AD. It was twenty three years ago. How many hands would have touched it over the years? Very many. Or maybe not. Maybe it stayed in someone’s piggy bank for a long time before being brought to currency again. Now it reached my purse for a few hours. I am not a coin collector but I was kind of using their years to connect with my memories, a type of time travel to my personal space by touching something concrete made in that year, whereas most of my existence is ethereal as the bridges have been burnt. Speculation is not good for real life situations but when all you are left with is daydreaming Ming dynasty stylus, it’s good for making up stories. I thought to myself.

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Imbalances

She thought she was selfish for not sharing. Just for a moment. What she had forgotten was : she had nothing to share. She had given all her time to him, to make him happy. Was she happy? Now, she didn’t have anyone to share with.

2. There were too many people, too many vehicles, too many dogs and pigs that morning on their way as they began walking. Their work was to keep walking but today they hardly had a quiet moment. They captured a few shots here and there and saw some pleasant sites. There were couple of kingfishers on their way: a peacock was singing.

3. After a good night’s sleep they started walking again when Moon was in Punarvasu constellation. The Cat was the yoni of the Kaal purusha. The change was inevitable and they had forgotten about the lockdown. It was a Sunday so instead of sleeping till late people left their beds earlier than usual and got to the highway. There were too many auto rickshaws playing romantic songs on loudspeakers. It had rained yesterday and mating calls from frogs, birds, insects and other animals were abound in the air. It was slightly humid but breeze was blowing every now then. A rat was looking around the roadside but couldn’t catch a bus to the city.

4. The buses were still not available for the transport. There were many people on the tea stall, talking about this or that, smoking joints, drinking tea and talking about their experiences. Kids were playing cricket, running around, eating ice-creams or just chit-chatting.

5. Moving clouds, birds, butterflies and dancing trees created a scenery. Sun showed up later than usual only to hide away soon behind the dark clouds. People were worried about those dark clouds, but no one was willing to get out of the tea stalls.

6. They were planning trips. The roads were wet and people looked fresh after a night’s sleep. He thought about the music of spheres and asked her what her opinion of present times was. Peppermint intelligence negligible negligence parchment pachyderm chrysalis alias lisp crisp will o the wisp Spartan tanned den denim nima anima mania anemone mnemonic ictus fuselages tussellates slates. A third of the world is covered with water and another third is covered with sand.

7. Life is more than facts you know. An octogenarian lived in an octagonal house. Octavio was his name. He had kept an octopus in an aquarium. It had three hearts and it had eaten all fishes. It was very clever and he used it as a servant.

8. One day a frog entered the house of Octavio by accident. The octopus moved out of aquarium and gave one of its hearts to the cute frog. But the octopus did not return for many days.

9. They both married with Octavio as witness and priest and moved out of the octagonal house. The old man died of heart failure after eight days and the octagonal house was inhabited by spirits of water.

10. She had a beautiful garden.

11. Zapping in. The curiosity kills the cat. The cat came to know about it. It stopped being curious in various furious ways. It sat on the river bed and settled as the egyptian goddess to while the while for a while. The egyptian goddess did the trick for her.

12. Zapping out: ping-pong dingdong singsongs in hongkong. A kingkong appeared out of the void. Early bird caught a lot of worms so it let some of them go. First worm went running out into the street. And it converted into a black moth which started running towards the flame. Lame dame america Icarus rustic tic tac toe nailed led deleterious mailed. And it went so fast the moth was just a blur.

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Dancing light of grace!

I think beauty for me is mystery, twilight, fog and all that liberates one from limitations. Beauty is blissful balance. Like dancing light of grace. Like ambrosia, like you.

I love the dance of grace light! It gives me nectar of immortality and fearlessness. It’s very soothing. It’s my own dance. Ultima Thule.

Stunning beauty. It’s one which gives freedom from doubt. It’s the dispeller of doubts: the guru. It’s the dispenser of perfect health. It inspires me to be free from the clutches of death and limitations, hence it’s truly beautiful.

You are the ultimate blessing. I gave you my heart and life. You make my heart ache. You are honey. You always bring happiness to me. I will never leave your side. We are one. I found you by your grace. I am forever grateful for your presence.

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DAVINDER!

At first I was surprised to read a new word on the windshield of a white transport bus going towards Khajuraho. Later it occurred that it was Punjabi funny transfiguration of Sanskrit Devendra. Devendra is a conjunction of Deva and Indra. Deva means godly whereas Indra means king of gods or one who has subdued senses or performed highest number of sacrifices to claim the divine throne. Indra is wielder of the vajra, the thunderbolt, which is considered the most powerful weapon in indian myths. Vrijapura is a village which is named after mythical abode Vrija, where Krishna was born. It had plenty of cows and maybe buffaloes too. This village here has only buffaloes as they are profitable for business. Some dozen of milkman travel to nearby town everyday and no cows are seen here.

Da Vinci

Da Binder

Da Vinder

Dev Inder

Dev Indoor

TheIndore

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Dragonfly fly high!

Dragonfly dragonfly,

fly high fly high,

over flyover,

overture undertone,

noted testosterone,

black bull,

red hull,

cull from the honey bees,

Culvert vertical,

Calculus inverted,

Commas subverted,

Mast all colored,


Hard on the dance floor,

dance floor, dance floor,

no such thing as

where?

dance floor, dance floor,

on the dance floor

Warbling blingbots,

darling slingshots,

hotspots poured pots,

dragonfly gonfalon,

butterfly flutterby,

bicycle with icicle,

dicey Ceylon,

lone sharks antiquarian,

antiquark

Clouds are floating by,


Black, blue, grey hue,

due dew drops,

on plain grass,

crass ass,

Ashen holes,

Dreamy goals,


Rain clouds,

Sing very loud,

Not allowed on Wednesday.

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Effort

The trilling warbling chorus of slaty colored birds. Well, you do seem interested. Kingfisher sings. The mules walk one after another. Seven of them. The last two nuzzled. The man on bike recognized me. Came back to chat for a minute. The Shepherd was being funny on bike with his wayward cow.

Another teen with yellow light of his bike and a smartphone in his left hand is yawning without license.

Well, what licence do you need to yawn?

To own a smart fawn?

To Donn a bike at the dawn?

None, whatsoever.

It rained last evening. Just a bit. The man from the future was an entertaining watch but nothing extraordinary you have never seen before and fat, ugly actors kept calling themselves beautiful. I hope that’s not Brazilian standard for beauty depicted in a mainstream movie. The movie was made in 2011, a time when many time loop movies were being made. The market for the subject seems to be dry now. Drayfuss omnibus busted stead succubus succulent lentil till entomologist falls ill or gets the gist of twist Ishtar tartar arra Rastafarian aria. Riata realty. It’s the day you hear nation state devotional songs around you which were actually created to make money for mainstream cinema. The edition could be sold anywhere.

2. An auto passes by with a loudspeaker playing a romantic song. Buffaloes. I was ruminating about my September routine for some reason. At one of my places of employment they are preparing sweets and planning for a fast. Whether sweets win or fast goes slow down time rhyme ancient enciente chime. There were more people and vehicles on road this morning. All people who are slaves to death, fear, aging and desires celebrate independence which someone got for them. The song you hear around you is a deity that is angry when a nation state is not satisfied.

3. My partner in crime is always out of sync with me. I go to North and she goes South. The first thing I do when I wake up is check my email.

4. I step out of the house and cawing of crows is the first sound i hear at the cross roads. I come across junkies everyday. It is a Saturday and they say the vehicle of deity of this day is Crow. Crowd. Download. Row. Rowdy dying ying yang gingerly surly curly cues. I go to the river to wash my clothes.

5. And there were no fishes. You know if my 15 year old self was to see me washing clothes like this besides a lake it would be amazed at the creativity of life. For most part of my life I was chasing mirages: things that didn’t exist. I keep shedding delusions like a deciduous tree in autumn. The only one that sticks is true faith.

6. I am. Beyond that, there’s no object of faith. Love sure feels chocolaty and all but it comes with grey hounds and prize tags and very conditions for it are good weather and sound economy with delusional faith in inherent goodness of life whereas all you see is staring rings of ghosts, ghouls and goblins. But at least a Life Locker is silver.

7. I do keep telling myself that this version of mine is wiser than the one that was here yesterday. But the big question about the end remains. If there’s no end: I need a comfortable abode and if none such exists, as told by the experience, there is not much left for me to do, and yet I will keep doing something or the other stating the obvious. So I prefer to be among those who have remembered and not among those who have forgotten.

8. I am looking for a greater source of energy. I travelled in time and I intend to repeat it with calculable and repeatable accuracy. I was thinking about life: you need to pay for everything. Even most minimalistic life style needs plenty of effort unless you were born with a silver spoon, which I was not. To fall from the favorable opportunity and groups you don’t need to do something imprudent: just be honest and truthful or keep your silence and you will be given up by one and all. You need effort to protect your body, your room, your reputation. Further effort is needed to prove you are sane: such as regular small talk with neighborhood friends. The effort required to protect your ownership of your girlfriend, wife or land or the facility leaves very little of humanity in you. Whenever I feel busy and restless because of being busy I remind myself of people around who are pursuing women, wealth, fame or knowledge. I think this is an effort only a few people can afford and maybe that is all the people are capable of. Beginning with an effort to protect your health it’s all an effort to live for the sake of living. Living is its own reward. A biker in shorts brings grass on his bike. Drowsy and unwilling he orders a tea.