Stand in the divine rain, and seeds of wisdom will grow in your soul.
Life’s the way it goes, I guess.
Once you’re gone, you’re out of sight
I am. It’s the absurd notion. Motion deniable. Out of whose sight. Hounds don’t snuggle up for a while… I am sure you are doing well…
But, I’m left feeling orphaned…
They say you’re “the” one
Who is the only one. Who is the receiving yoni. Who knows the truth?
Everyone else is vain.
A golden thread, a gold thread!
Everything. I don’t want to be here. I wanted to disappear. What’s important to remember is that everyone is an individual. I know that some people know where humanity is going. What makes someone human is having compassion and conciousness. Every human being is not the same. I agree. I made a black tea and he made a sketch of black widow. I looked at Da Vinci notebooks. The book I had donated to the library. The margin notes don’t make much sense. I don’t find his philosophy to be as complex as Oriental writings are. I understand that it’s his art and invention which make his contribution unique. His insatiable appetite for natural experience. Eastern thinkers helped create lifestyles which were minimalism based ways to inner peace. His invention of tank like that of nuclear weapons initiated by Einstein shaped the world. Scientific genius has ensured creative intelligence in service to warfare. Man has lived in jungle without becoming truly peaceful. When I searched out the perfect place,
I was truly amazed. It was great expansion of consciousness. My heart. I showed you the camera records of microwave background. Television has been showing it to you. My eyes became sensitive to it when I had my vision becoming weak. I was feeling dizzy when I saw the first TV picture,
and that made me feel I was becoming weak.
You decide
That you’re leaving
You’re not gonna sit here and cry about it
I will be there for a while …
But I’ll be alone for a while
I’m not getting to say goodbye …
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Don’t stop the music, let it flow…
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Desire is the cause of anger. When you are interested in this or that: if you are obstructed by something: you get energy to be violent. You forget the way. You madly attack anything in your way.
I am sure. I understand that miserable and blind people who are sleeping do consider me as they please. I am an Alchemist. I am alpha and Omega.
I am sure. I have no memory of this project. I wonder why we have so many people here. All sleeping.
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To swim in the shadow of death,
I cannot stop thinking of you,
I am not there yet… I am not there yet …. what is the meaning of the most important thing…
When you cried out, “You are the one.”
I didn’t understand what you meant…
I am sure you are not the same… I am sure… what is the meaning of life… I am sure you are not going to be the first one…
It is a year since I saw you last
I am sure you are not the same
I am sure you are doing well. Thumbnail number of events everyday life is to be.
A star. A star with a fiery heart… a star…
That’s what I am… I am the one…
I am sure you are interested. I am sure!
Need to find out,
Need to find out,
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The doctors would put needless needles into your stomach if you keep playing with its teeth: I said to Tara who was blithe with a blue ball cuddling a puppy . Battery of phone was dying as I was taking some pictures of clouds scattered around me . They were planting trees after having planted their pictures in the daily newspaper of tomorrow. Mahatma was smiling in big glasses with a garland. Why would I try to impress anyone with my immortality or absolute certainty. I kept walking. Life is happening. A kid is breathing cricket and another building blocks with bricks: I see no difference. You’re hurt? She asked. I kept wondering if I should answer her questions. It was an exercise in vain. But since I had to do something- anything-as the Twilight was approaching. I told her that I was feeling comfortable. Much better than how I was feeling in noon. What do you do? What do you mean! I am not new here. You know what I do. I do nothing. I undo everything. Death is my name. What do you do?
Who are you?
“I am a man” said the stranger, “Who has come to this house to-night.”
What brings you here?
“To seek a treasure,” said he, “Which no one knows of but myself.”
What is it that you want ?
I am sure you will find out more soon. I am sure you will. Do you want to know the end of the story?
I do.
“I was the Shepherd Boy. “
Oh my god! I kept asking questions about the past incarnation. But all she would tell me was that I had no memory of anything at all.
I am sure about Suresh. She was lying. She wanted to take revenge. She had known Suresh since he was a child. He had killed her in the past birth. They were living in the village known as Chitrangada. She took him into her house. And waited for him to be mature enough to understand love and flowering.
And waited for him to be mature enough to understand love and flowering. But the boy never knew how to become a man.
What drastic changes? The old Mrs. Goldilocks. It was exactly 9 am and her demands were becoming the size of the Buzz Khalifa! That’s called “Burj Khalifa.” And it’s just about one and half mile tall, I said. “That’s too short.” What is longer than that! I exclaimed. I mean the wall of China indeed. But the length and height are two separate dimensions. You know that don’t you? I remember you saying.
I look at the stars. All the times. Orion belt, Big Dipper and Venus are my best friends and Luna is my lunatic asylum. But you are an irresistible storyteller. A raconteur European paen encomium comity commerce mercenary arroyo craftsman style. What happened to sureshot femme fatale and what happened to the treasure?
Now I look at the stars but they don’t talk to me. I wish you would tell me the full story some day! And she stayed there for a long time until she saw a light coming from a window of a lovely old house in a long street. The Twilight. Always so grateful for your soothing voice! I don’t want to get lost!
Your parents live in a castle in a little town called ‘Middle Earth’.
I am sure you are interested in this one. I will tell you what I can do. I have been to Switzerland and Italy. I am sure that love is not available for free forsooth forsure forwhy forthwith withal thalium umlaut plaudit dithering ringtone dipthong Hong Kong’s million-dollar.
Nowadays, this is not the case. I think you’re right. It’s neither inside nor outside. Love is the same energy which is neither created nor endorsed by it. I am a hard copy. I am a read only memory with an automatically generated apocalyptic tic tac toe mantic destination.
I think you’re right about that: there’s no denying the internet . There is just one energy. Internet is also that. I am sure you are interested in this one. He’s done it. I gave up on her the moment she asked me to tell her the morale of the story. It’s like blasphemy to blastoma atom processor.
I will tell you that: we dream and travel not to reach anywhere. The mystic was totally wrong. He invented a poetic destination which was his imagination. There’s only journey. No teaching. No reaching. You may find patterns and colours here and there but existence is devoid of any inherent meaning whatsoever. A very wise person once said: ‘If there is meaning to life, it is up to you’. What happened to the power of Goldilocks. What happened to the treasure hunt and what happened to the damasel? It was always about the journey, not the destination. Damsel damn mnemonic devices allowed sales manager menagerie agent gentry tryst stylus lustrous tumultuous omnibus succubus busted colophon honeycomb discombobulated odalisque seraglio lionized zed eyes winged Angel gell well as the first time.
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Drift together noon / Shadows stretch across the sheets / Lonely Sunday light
I’m here and you’re there / A voice in the dark / But now it’s Sunday morning
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I wish you were here / I wish you were here
Then I would have, us, the rest of the day
Big bang bangs her door… he got bangles galore. Bangalore Bangladesh syncromesha mesha.
If you wanna go out tonight, I’ll find you some bangles…
Then I’d have you, the rest of the angles will jangle in the jungle
How blind were power hungry politicians. Until Atal was in power his style was mimicked by the rest. As soon as he went out of the business: he fell ill and forgotten. Shah started mimicking Modi and others started mimicking him in rallies. Rhetoric. I was not surprised: they knew only this way. I had observed my siblings copying my father. When I showed it to them: it had a two fold effect. I would use the same technique to fight shyness. They said. Then they began attacking me for being deviant. I was not an ant of Devi but rather Anant. An ant on Pennant. I would have to be careful. You are reading my mind and seem interested. I can tell this much: it’s a jungle of memes and instead of realising the essence we get attached to forms. If not family or friends– memes from art and culture take over. Ramayana and Mahabharata are art forms which engage people so much that they are able to spill blood. Another art is art of creating Patriots. They are conditioned by system using intoxication. Then reverse conditioning is needed to feed masses who are vicariously enjoying the thrill of martyrdom but can’t really dare to kill. Bhagwad Geeta can be interpreted anyway: Gandhi who championed the non-violence considers it to be a battlefield of mind where evil is subdued by good. Right wing says: you would have read that it was all a dream as in case of other stories like sage Markandeya witnessing Matrix by grace of Godhead.
I woke up in a container. Someone had called police. A Burlesque man had killed another with a Lance. Lancelot patios ios soiree reefer fey. In the new version: everyone was busy playing some games or the other. I found none of them suitable for me so I invented my own. And even when it resembled the games they were playing it was unique. It had a life of its own. They checked my right arm. As soon as they put some solution on it- there came a great amount of steam. I was quarantined. I had been waiting. I knew the charade for I was the designer. Exploring the facility. My grandmother who was naked most of nights because of excessive lust for her husband died some 50 years ago used to prey upon me. A pervert. I found her in the quarantine. I kept exploring the facility. It had a clean toilet and plenty of food which was distributed punctually. What else a nomad like me needed. I sang a nobody is nobody and a monody can be converted into a threnody if dying monopoly allows it to be. I used to play on the piano. I woke up in a dream. It was a strange dream. A realm of possibility. I had been to the bathroom. I was going to search for the urban itching for my bike was stolen. I rode a friend’s bike. I woke up in a garden. The Heather and the lemon grass. Kids wanted to play but I was concerned about their safety. I was distressed that the ground was muddy.
You decide Take this key,
And this package
Which will make you invisible
Hide behind the wall over there She said. I woke up again I was wondering if I could cross over the sewage line being dug on my way to search the thief. Then I found myself on the very ride I was looking for. It was strange but steam was still coming out of my arm. I woke up at the bench. Then in the container. Then I found myself on bed. It soon seemed like a Jacob’s ladder rungs though I had no recollection of its initiation. Though thrill it was enervating beyond limit. I was becoming delirious and nauseated. Seated on my chair I kept puking frequently and rocking it. I kept on falling down. Rabbit hole bit me last six months. I was distracted.
I am tired of being a sheep. He was walking– towards his bench. The bench was the last reminder of the grandpa who used to teach in the school opposite to it. He was sitting on his bench. What is the best medicine for boredom. I am sure you are interested in this one. He wrote in an email to her. He was interested in exploring event generation.
Life had been through a jungle–a dark tunnel mostly. And it so happened in his awakening: he found no light at the end of it. He became it. What did it mean? The greedy kids were slurping water bowls. They were always in a hurry. Buzzing sound. Mosquitoes sucking blood from his right arm armiger germane manager inane prop up. It didn’t matter if you felt significant or insignificant with the events happening in your day to day life. No, it didn’t. The number of events everyday was directly proportional to the pace at which the time passed. All consciousness is of change: events included people, things and space. Distributed consciousness in case of mass events is less focussed on individuals and more on the global change. Harmony dictated whether he felt good or better regarding what happened around. It was not a note being dictated by the way but only a measurement directing him towards the balance.
Since the mystery of the pyramid was revealed: he understood that it was animalistic consciousness which brought about harmony and catastrophe in turns. The Moon along with Saturn were so designed as to generate constant work for themselves and others. They were in charge of the pyramid here. And having witnessed it for decades: he was neither for nor against the spirit of the pyramid. It was part of the nature of the pyramid. Middle East was boiling once again. He knew that another catastrophe was in the making. Kings and queens had already left the earth.
Their messages were telecast from Jupiter without general public knowledge of the departure. The mass extinction gameplay was the event for which they were made. Royal blue knew that all along. All previous world wars and calamities were presented with a narrative to modify your consciousness so that instead of being a witness to the event you become a participant. Without being an actor your life remained insignificant. With a hue which was either dark or light: you were forced to take care of the pyramid. You hardly ever realised that realm created by you had existed eternally. The king of the pyramid became the “King of the World”. Enough with the daydreaming. He has a great philosophical imagination which had been fuelled by the conspiracy theories and concepts half baked. He was hungry for he had hardly eaten anything in two days. He entered into the tavern and ordered a salted soda as villagers looked at him with some suspicion. The tavern owner didn’t make too much fuss about it and this was enough for the man from a faraway land who had been sitting alone in the Shed of eucalyptus trees for what seemed like an eternity now. It’s not his fault that he was so skinny but his waist was an inch and a half or two inches smaller than a normal man.
You decide whether your story is short
or long
It was a cold and windy day, with the snow!
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Here, in an island named Sulawesi, where every man’s worth is measured in wood.
Bard your Shards pierce hard in the aftermath of hurricane season.
The story proceeds as given below. She was a curvaceous lady. When I met her it was only her voluptuous figure which intrigued me. We acted in a drama together and I lost myself into her eyes. Workplace romance is unproductive. I have had absolutely no romance in my life except for some failed attempts at workplaces. I had a weak charisma and plenty of delusional episodes. Both of us had greying hair. I am sure: she was as mature as good looking. Love is labour lost indeed. Bard was right!
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You’re a runaway love
You’re a runaway love
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Undone
One time you were a little girl
What is the meaning of words?
You’re a runaway love
You’re a runaway love
It’s the only thing that comes to mind. A thread well read, a path you tread…on treadmill treasure treacherous treacle clean…
If you’re not interested in the motion, and just wanna stop,
Just say the word, say the word
What is the meaning of the word for it is absurd standard
Of words
What is the meaning of words
I am sure you are interested… what is the meaning of words… his life is absurd… cube… square … tube…
You’re a runaway love
You’re a runaway love
What is the meaning of the pyramid it’s midriff riffraff far-off offerings ensures you know that we have a good thing for you.
You’re a runaway love
You’re a runaway love
I am sure you are interested
The sound of a handmaiden
Hanging a hundred feet above you
I see you in advance for your time
Just say the word, say the word
What is the meaning…
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I’m something of a wanderer, I think of you as a wayward soul
So you’ll be leaving, I’m sure
I am sure you will find out more.
We’ll meet somewhere on this lonely planet.
We’ll meet on this lonely planet, and then we’ll stay together.
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Monday morning mouse. I don’t think I ever lie, but I’m just not going to tell the truth.
As I have
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