1. I hear the birds making sounds. Variegated sounds. A pigeon and a kingfisher fly away from this tree as they see me approach towards this piece of plastic chair. Gulls are the only birds nearby who run as much as they do for their food instead of just sitting idle. Their strong legs make it possible. I see an empty and plastic bag lying on the floor.

2. The tractor driver was carrying sand. He has a temper and abuses the bus driver. It’s the second time I see him doing this within a fortnight. The narrow path becomes dust ridden air and I wait for it to settle before I start walking again. Flies were disturbing today during the walk and it was mosquitoes during the night which woke me up. Baby owls have flown away to another tree as I didn’t see them today. I have to be careful because the tractor driver was staring at me the whole day.

3. I had a small chat with the second tea stall guy whereas the first tea stall had this quirky security guy with whom I shared the snack. A Kadamba tree was planted. We discussed how it was more important to take care of new plants rather than just planting them. In an area dedicated to planting trees you might plant many trees systematically. He often stops guys randomly for lift perhaps because he’s in the police department. You walk again to hear some blabbermouths talk about 200 meters behind you. These people will be there to take away the silence from the dawn. Couple of them have been there at my house to ensure that night is never quiet. The second guy has been to my house a few times.

4. Another kingfisher flies towards the top of the electric poll. Some parrots are sitting on the wire. Orion belt was visible as I started walking this morning. The yoni of the Kaal Purusha is Ashva. It means horse. It’s powerful and it doesn’t forget its way around. I took a picture of ninnies grazing on my way. I wanted to watch a thriller flick last night but couldn’t as I fell asleep because of being tired. This is the closest I come to logging regularly without being influenced after the year two thousand and eleven after death when I had begun here on this platform. Since then I had seen enough of gaslighting online and offline to realize that freedom of expression is the biggest lie ever told. I was getting ready for the day as my phone rang.

There was a day when Devil took off. His pupil gathered in his workshop. An empty mind is his workshop or so you have heard. An empty mind is an empty workshop. You plant a counter charged with something or else in it. What happens? A counter comes out of the emptiness: you witness that where there was nothing, neither positive nor negative : there, you have an emotional charge, an effort. This is devil’s ruse. By the time you realize, you have lost it. Pay attention: you start defending something you had nothing to do with. This is what all news and media are about. This is what your conflicts are about: religious or otherwise. No matter which side you take you end up working for the devil. Either you lose yourself, or you lose others.

1. It’s a quiet morning. I heard news and started writing. I hear a sweet bird, frogs and crickets. A black bull is calmly strolling on the highway. The vehicles keep passing. It has been raining since morning. There were a few people on my way to here. I am sitting under the umbrella on a piece of plastic chair under neem tree.

2. The suicide versus murder case coverage has taken too much time simply because media has no other issues to report. A person commits suicide and it’s being investigated. Why do you report it on a day to day basis. Is it as important as people recovering from cold and cough everyday? Or is it as important as someone dying from a disease which has been reinvented and repackaged? What the heavens am I talking about? I really have no clue here.

3. A kid on bike came. I asked him to go and take shelter at the tea stall nearby. I also took shelter there couple of times. I didn’t go today because it was not necessary. Until it became so. It kept raining cat and dogs as I watched a movie about crop circles.

Cranes are singing, cicadas buzz. I hear the cute flute as the dogs who protect this farm bark at the trucks. Tricks of dream makers and catchers are old and worn out now. I saw her in a dream. I saw two old ladies coming for rescue as she was screaming for her pills. There was hubbub and commotion during night. Sibling keeps blabbering day in night out. I can’t help old lady. Hence i get whatever sleep is available and begin to walk again. A crow has its eyebrow in a row with air. Dogs are planning to go on an orgy. The breeze is cold and the neem tree has been dancing. The birds feel lonely and are getting a little bit bored.

There is a foul stench of carrion in the air. Ions carried on ontology. Gyrating cloudlets. I witness the passers-by. A dragon like shape gets formed in the sky. I had a tea with crunchy pasta snack. The ginger in the tea seemed hard. A boy on a bike numbered 9093 has been waiting here with me. The Sun has been playing hide and seek in clouds.

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.

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.

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

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.

1. Muhammad the prophet, Moses, Jesus, Krishna, Ramananda, Buddha and Nanak were messengers from God for those who believe in God and prototypes for human potential for those who believe humans can evolve. I doubt if they would have thought that no other human being had ability to let divinity be expressed via him or her. If that was the case: their teachings are of no use and hence they lose their prophetic status.

2. A 22 year old Nigerian music composer was sentenced to death for saying something against prophet of Islam. Bangalore was “on the rocks” for something similar by a politician on Facebook. Why don’t we earnestly work for “euthanasia for all” and “population control.? ” If you keep people uneducated and unemployed this is inevitable.

3. Prophet of Islam was not a Muslim as Jesus was not a Christian. If they were not fortunate rebels like Nanak and Buddha there wouldn’t have been new religions. And these new religions then leave scope like old ones for fanatic killing of other rebels just because they were blasphemous. Islam advocates formlessness of Absolute so I don’t grasp the word “eeshninda” or criticism of God. Moreover, I don’t endorse criticism of great people or petty people of past, present or future without grounds. If Rama can send his pregnant wife away just because he couldn’t take criticism: he’s no more praiseworthy than a regular chap who escapes the household responsibility after making a woman pregnant.

4. It’s sad that a court of law in an African country sentences a young man with death for being blasphemous. At best: you should have given him some counseling and at worst let him be. This is the golden age in the twenty first century!