1. Two birds on wire were nuzzling each other. A buffalo was singing a song in a strange voice. The Sun shone brightly and there were no rainbows.
2. There was a bus without any passengers or staff, parked just about a hundred metres away from the pipe where the truck had toppled. I feel it’s obvious that there were very few people on the way as I started walking. I was thinking about the possibility of waiting for the tea on the second stall. But it was not open at all. There were some players in the railway ground. They were singing the song of the brotherhood.
3. The parasite on the shepherd’s shoulder was there since yesterday, when he went to cut the grass off. The smoking man was talking about the theft that happened recently. The father was telling the kids to come back and take a rest.
4. The third kingfisher sat on the neem tree. It started speaking in a strange tongue. It wanted me to believe in something I didn’t believe before. The conviction that new identities related to events and people which are new are actually ancient is one of them. It’s contrary to the recency illusion in which you develop a delusion that something is recent whereas it’s actually ancient: for example the word ‘methinks,’ is not new and it’s found in Shakespeare but I was convinced that it was recent when I first encountered it. I saw indra’s net and I saw its signboard along with damsels. The dreams are akin to waking life if you have enough deja vu. Sometimes, in the true sense of deja vu, the signs of the presence of some past event are so strong that you can mistake that event for the present event.
5. Breeze is soothing. There was a cricket on the shirt and it kept chirping. The people developed a new trait: to show some artificial damage just to satiate some gossipmonger, because yes, you understand what righteousness or knowledge truly is: playing the ancient game of counting ducks and doing reparations. Strange world in which I lived is getting stranger. A biker passed by saying “yes, this is the net, indra’s net, with a billion eyes in it. I saw an insect crawling on my phone yesterday. It was a spider. “Let me take a photo of you, Mr. Spider,” she said, “to show my friends.”
6. Small cloudlets are travelling in Southern horizon. I feel relaxed. The burden of work has reduced. There was a war in which Artemis was present. Sweet birds sing lullabies now. A ray of starlight is shining here and there.
1. Many hungry ghosts: each vying for attention. The Jewish girl wrote a long story. She was fond of her dog but her god was not fond of her. The girl was more interested in writing.
2. I heard the whirling leaves dancing in the breeze. Each day I ask myself: could it have been more beautiful? Unlike passers-by I don’t long for more. This is enough. This is perfect. Where is Socrates and why does it matter? I wish to thank my friend for trying.
3. Should I thank myself or lockdown or virus or my stagnant family for these walks? I was content then, content now. All my little adjustments reveal more beautiful worlds full of light and awareness. Nothing is impeding my escape from that silly notion of something impeding.
4 People want something. They want to escape reality. There is no escaping themselves. Either invent a disease and work to prevent it or create wars or problems to solve. Something to chew on externally. Something to think about internally.
5. Tohu verse for mitzvah girl: tashlichichbinliechenrezigzagzigguratbaggeryemensuturetinueulogyrationoosephereticalculustrousumptuousulcustardappleoninelivestibuleopardandruffurlonghongkongulchravineyardentistrystuductileopardoomsdaynearbyearmarkedemantoidungeonlycanopyratedeltabaniditintinabulationutmegastrickshawkerchieftaintedeterminantennastylusufructoseoulukalapurushamustardramatistarrastammyalgiambicpentametersevereverseventhsealarmigermulctohunchbackbitinglingastronomytrochenoughostockpilemonsoonostockraspberryemenigmatadormoribundieidolonomanslandslidingdongutturallyingyangumshoeilladealteredstateacupuckeredoomoodrumurmuring When they do, they always have a built in escape clause, in case they should change their minds.
A squirrel is trying to nibble at the blue shirt hanging on a pillar.
A lizard looked out of ventilation of the bathroom yesterday, near the same place as it was raining cats and gods.
Dragonflies and horseflies,
Buzzing zing,
Amazing birds,
Though he charges ten rupees per tea,
How does he maintain the same quality per serving,
Is a mystery. I have served tea.
It’s drizzling and a piece of plastic chair is my seat under the neem tree.
If I were asked to live a memory of this life again,
It would be this.
The tree leaves are dancing,
And all the faces which were familiar to me have completely been erased from my memory.
The freight train passes at random times. The passenger and the express are no longer running. I look towards the track which might be used as the pathway in Winter.
1. A man on a bike in an underwear and a vest was singing something and smiled at me as he passed by. He was in a jolly good mood. He might be the happiest man I have seen in a long time. He didn’t belong to the hungry ghost realm. I started walking with an umbrella today as there was thunderbolt lightening in the South East. It was drizzling on the way and the umbrella came in handy. I took some pictures and met an old acquaintance who was taking tea on the same tea stall. I kept walking until I observed a kingfisher posing for a picture. I took a couple of shots before it flew away looking for its food. A dog was growling at a calf. I kept walking through the many hungry ghost realms. It was more difficult for me to get food on this day.
2. Onycophagist gist logistic sticks. The next day after eating some food, I took a bus and headed to the shopping street.
3. I was sitting silently and a nightingale started to sing a song. Some buffaloes were making a sound which was suppressing the song of melodious sphere of flutes. There were people inside the bus and they were thinking that it was very uncomfortable and they complained.
4. I had experience in traveling. I took the corner seat and kept looking outside. Sidereal zodiac actual snarling lingastronomical calculus. Since I was sitting on the corner seat, I could enjoy the scenery of the street.
5. I saw your face. It was pure love, beauty and joy. The time stopped and I drank the nectar of immortality. Honey dripping from your divine dance satiates my soul, my love. The carriage turned off the main street and I saw the scene behind the window.
6. A white brown doggie who was all wrapped in the mud had come to sit besides me by now. It has rained and trees, plants, animals and streets look fresh and full of energy. Raindrops have left their marks on the window glass, while the fluttering of the wind has left a feeling of total serenity.
7. There are water puddles and fishes. Some people are fishing. I smell some rotten things. Ten in number: I pen them down. Down the rabbit hole the toppled truck is still lying on the way. The Chihuahua and I leave the window and return to the kitchen.
8. I cook some tales. She has grown some tails of her own which ail every now and then though I keep trimming them down under anesthesia. She likes the tales late night her plight is on a flight to Honolulu publications have been catering ions on and on onions ring with caterwaul sounds. There is a presence of her own with which she is rather pleased.
9. There were four of us. Then there were none in nuntucket. I was preparing the bucket list for finales when it happened. A tractor passed slowly with some sand, then another, then another big Hyundai transport vehicle. She was coming with grass on her head, walking cautiously lest vehicles sprinkle the mud on street or she slips. My lips were not sealed anymore as solipsism had come to my rescue. Resplendent dental tally lyrical calculus lustrous omnibus. Another tohu verse in the making. A car passed, and the bucket list.
10. Well, the list dropped. Out of the bucket. And I closed my fist. Like a chemist. Mist was thick so I curled my wrist and took a twist along the long way. A long fellow had met Longfellow similarly. The demons were dancing in the discotheque. My paycheque was due. Verdue verdant ant slant. On the way home, the girl stopped at the bank, withdrawing enough money to pay her rent and buy food. 11. The scenery painted by you just before the rain was most breathtaking scene. The mystery. I kept walking through the fog seeing lines of trees and distant thick dark black clouds just before it started to drizzle. There were no vehicles in sight. No cameras can capture it. Once in a while a car would pass by.
11. The first story of the day finished by eight of clock and it was a sign. I was enjoying the jolly good weather and the soft breeze on my skin. Kith and kin were through thick and thin far away wayfarers. I turned myself to news. 19 kittens died in 21 days in Thane, Maharashtra. Gray slaty birds were singing in the ears of Ramalila Paradesi when he was composing his final 100 verses before his disappearance. Now the cat news is some news. I wonder if they would file it under Corona. As a matter of fact I had discussed with people about no animal casualties from so called virus. Isn’t it logical that animals living as pets should also have died? But Corona would follow no rules. I am worried if a time might come when there will be penalty on talking about Corona. A day might come when you can’t use Corona even in your fictional accounts.
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.
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.
. And the jumbled vocabulary quizzes by a middle school failure who thought he was trying his best to put up an educated guess.
What is the name of the bird?
What does the gestures of gutka mean?
Not here to educate or enlighten.
The art of keeping records on pingpong tables. Singsongs dingdong claptrap humdrum humbug gummy bears will be there.
The way to eternity is here: you might like or dislike what happens next, said the hummingbird.
The general rules are general and consequences are mostly postmartum stitching besides the inglenook use any books, any hooks, any mad version will do animadversion ions will call clouds of happiness or doubts. You might not like what you see in the mirror. You might run Helter skelter. Books don’t help always and mirrors might start lying contrary to the common saying.
You probably pray, I don’t know…. At least I’m not living, On the road in a car! She has sprays for each of the pyramids. It’s the same energy. A lot of people really like Those lines you find in a sign I say goodbye: don’t miss: kill the culprit or kiss miss Devil! Do it now. I’ve got all the love in the world!
A fawn. A great picture. A lawn mower range rover sport. A dinner out with Mom and Dad. A gadfly guy a fly flyover flutterby bilateral trade A jolly jolly white man white man. Nantucket mantid tidbits glib inanition Horatio at the wheel of the “Bermuda Trampoline.” The trap. Trapeze artists throughout our lives. A certain degree of desperation.
The Venus with the Diana, was the first thing in the morning as I looked out of my window. And I had a walk through the streets. I passed through the park; it was all covered with snow. Why did the sound of the July the seventeenth look familiar? I had developed a mind which had a gluey memory for birthdays. It wasn’t until I went up the stairs that I remembered it was the seventeenth of the month. The tigress from the indus valley: the lover girl. Too proud for her own game. A matrix no longer serves. Early surly curlicues. Hackathon. Dark net mettlesome. You were missed. Now only a faint memory from a virus-free lifetime. Life, unlived, can still be lived. Zaal the Matrix: If Only! First line: We shall not cease from exploration.
Friday the seventeenth!
I was under Moon major, she was Cancer Sun, no wonder it didn’t happen! Step down from the position of punctuation and proofreading. No need to work for free. Look baby I am still Pennywise pound ghoulish!
Picayune picayed yed rye eerie There was the most beautiful bird that had ever been seen. Cuirass ass dash board Harken a word or two, will you, Mister Hood. Golden goldfinch mockingbird goldfish. I am saying that you are doing well: a device upon a device. I am saying that if you can teach me, you are a wizard.
Dancing light of grace 