1. I compose this in the thirteenth hour of the day. Parshuram the fierce Brahmin Avatar of Vishnu was born in the Tertiary age.
2. Dharma was compared to a bull in Indian myths. I see a white cloud and its friends. My only companions who demand nothing. Birds need a few rice grains to sing. Dogs quarrel with each other. The birds fought with the squirrel who was walking on a thick wire.
3. The lord of the dragonflies is clinging to the wire on which clothes are spread instead of clips.
4. Management gurus are selling scientific gadgets and architecture. They were doing so even in my childhood. Remember: the flying cars available for all? Instead you have a novel virus. They named their son novel. Why? Not Nobel. And they pronounced it nowill. The husband was a tenant in my mother’s house and yet taunted me: “Men are sleeping in other people’s houses these days.”
5. It gets murkier here. My grandmother took me for shopping and I was shown some oranges. The horoscopes. It wasn’t the motive to take me to that colony. It was this grandmother along with youngest sibling who had scarcely slept in nights in last two years. Tobacco addicts as well as Puritans. Dirty womanizers. Lustful dummies. I was talking to one uncle about Kundalini the mystic fire. And this guy had been searching about it on my laptop. I asked him to clean his act up–he kept doing as he wilt until he became captive in his own house.
6. I was on toilet seat as I travelled in time. They all use drugs but were prohibiting me only because they couldn’t make me conform except by using fake laws and lawmakers who did as they wilt. I heard that lady: she had a fine singing voice. A devotee of Krishnaa. I heard her caged heart. He called his brother up as he beat her up. I didn’t go over there for milk. No I didn’t. But the owner of the lady was a fool and they created such a ruckus downstairs you couldn’t stay silent for even an hour.
7. I thought I attained awakening on full Moon under Shiva lingam which is known as Siddheshwara. Tantrics started coming after me one after another until my father who had kept my mother and brothers as a slave confronted with me. It was Hanuman and company. And I saw their misinterpretation ad infinitum. They sometimes misrepresented my gender at others generated suggestions to marry and at others to work. Their network was a failure. Their schools failed miserably. They failed miserably. It all dropped down to spitting and using harsh voice as well as physical abuse. Poor wretched people who could never leave the jungle for peace.
8. If your wives love me: I love them as well. If your daughters smile at me: I smile at them. If they spit at me I won’t return it immediately. I would forgive them and make them another Monalisa.
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Dancing light of grace 