Catamount catamaran catwalk
Tantamount mountebank margay
Nosegay busybody Odyssey
Catamount catamaran catwalk
Tantamount mountebank margay
Nosegay busybody Odyssey
Kendo ken do bantling
Anthill end Atheling
Estival festival valence
Lense incense immense
Aikido Doolittle dodo
Kimono mopoke poke ok
Monotreme metronome
Meme glossa saragosa
Musty stygian style
Takes over the pile
Of elliptical machine
The colonnade disappeared in oblivion
The singers mingle into each other
Prosopagnosia siamang twins
Triplets let ripped apart parts dance
On your lap
Atop my race embrace happened
Avoiding voids ids dinghy sails ailments ryton noted stalks
Must i know now
Who won?
Must i let it go?
Bouleversement mentation verse
Severe reserve cement
Reverse chronological oumuamua
Macaronic carmine minecraft
Craftsmanship hipster sterling
Lingastronomical gastrointestinal tract
Belvedere derelict tincture
Holy ghost sings
Singsong dingdong solong!
What if the art of silence,
Met art of dying
A little of harmony
In the torpor of porous concrete
Wall of eternity
Nitty gritty
Another profundity ditty
Dainty pricks me ain’t tee
Teetotaller than thee heeheehee
Heeleeryearlyricallyophillybilly
1. Played 10 vocabulary jams with Lily C, Mr. Barham, Stephen and 50 to 80 players on an average. Walking inside a room doesn’t count as a preparation for Bundelkhand marathon, neither does the shoveling of compost as required in one of the seven turnings of an eighteen days long process for preparation of organic farm bed.
2. Scores: (640, 580, 605, 750, 555, 710, 555, 690, 670, 520)
3. Ranks: (3,1,1,1,1,2,4,4,1,1)
4. First rank: 6 times
Second rank: once
Third rank: once
Fourth rank: twice
5. Have covered about eight of her prompts in my verses. Here’s the Concrete wall of Silence:
Concrete wall of silence
Sleeps
Leap year has gone
Bygone gonorrhoea
Honorable onomatopoeia
Bleh blah ah!
6. We had a wonderful discussion in library. The kid helped with the iron cart. It was an art.
The sheets of cloud
Don’t ring loud
They were all created by me
For you
It’s true
Through and through
Rough and tough
Thick and thin
Kith and kin
Myth and din
Alpha Omega theta
Beta gamma zeta
Catherine and Reta
They were all created by me
For you
Oh darling in Darlington
On onions we sleep
Thin sheets of cloud
Don’t ring loud
It’s true
Through and through
Rough and tough
Thick and thin
Kith and kin
Myth and din
For you
Only for you!
Prompt: my valiant soul instagram
Image credit: Self
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Oumuamua mou oubliette
Oumlette latte attelier
Dark matters
Matters lite
Chihuahua hua hua
Chthonic nictus Convictus
Convivial vial altar tarra plain
Must be a mad son,
A son of a ditch,
A hitch, a key,
It should slip on your skin,
As it dances,
For your skin is translucent,
Slipper disk,
A supreme risk,
A walk brisk,
Frisk
Madison sonneteer leer
Eery tear wear away
Waywardentomologisticsververisimilitudeofanetudeuteronomyamamotowardswarthytonrytonycophagisticsv
Hello Moon,
Good afternoon!
Monsoon too soon,
Perchoon perchance chanceon,
Chancellor lord ordained dense marksmanshipwreckedemarcation
Cation anion onion
Ion on ion on and on
Noisome meshuga gasconade bragbro
Bromide Idempotentate tattletale telltale
Ginger ale
Germane mail
Don’t ail,
Anymore,
It’s a chore now-a-days!
Prompt: same as title by My Valiant Soul on instagram
Image credit: myself.
Three of them were sowing onion roots in the field. Eastern side near cowshed. I needed cudgel. I asked them if it was the season. They confirmed.
How do we keep getting onions whole year then?
Those are Kaanpuri.
They answered.
Obviously, they come from stores.
One of the ladies tied a heavy bunch of woods-she wanted my help to put them on her head.
She has two daughters and no husband or brother to take care of her.
It was difficult to pass the exit.
She was carrying more than she should.
Or so i thought.
She would walk to her house with that load on head. Many miles.
After a long day of hardwork at fields.
Then she would need to cook food for her daughters.
1. Potatoes, chickpea and tomatoes curry in Deendayal Rasoi. Very delicious, without excess of salt or chilly. Fresh hot rotis and rice. I requested for a second serving of curry and they delivered it. The kid was taking dump outside, near bench. Open defecation! Then he kept calling some word loudly merely to hear the sound of his own voice to which I waved my left hand time-to-time as right hand was busy breaking rotis and then mixing rice with curry. Then i gave up and only continued with eyebrows. He also got mild after a while. The guy i had given ten rupees note to asked my name and i told it as it should be pronounced ideally. He corrected the surname with his pronunciation, which is, the trendy pronunciation i have heard all my life. One means white or brilliant and the other means born of brilliance. Since i was never born the identity doesn’t matter. Case closed.
2. There were kids playing cricket. Some snack stalls were beginning to flourish until Saturday. Sunday is a big market over there. The field beside the Deendayal Rasoi is very dirty. Lots of garbage. All I can do for now is to put a ten rupees detergent powder as my contribution which is used to wash plates. Not vim bar. The water cooler of 2018 accompanied billboards. Billboards are still there but most people who eat there are happy with tap water. I carry the water i bring. There was some registration drive outside the town hall. All that for ten rupees. It’s a good community.

3. Yesterday evening as i was walking in the Shatabdi ground i continued to play vocabulary jams on vocabulary.com. i wanted to access YouTube for some work. As soon as i opened the app i saw an advertisement for live streaming of a program by Sawan Kripaal Roohani mission. I watched the program in which message given by Saint Rajinder Singh ji was being translated in another language. I heard it for a while and it looked tiring because of the translation delay. I moved on but i knew that i was going to notice some vehicle or the other today related to that stream of consciousness.
4. Today as i reached Gandhi Smarak Bhavan, i called the person i had borrowed ten rupees from. There are some people on a tour. The front of the van has ‘Ram Raja Sarkar’ written on windshield and the back has ‘Radha Swami’ written on it. The Radha Swami group was initiated by Rai Saligram as told by Tulsi Saahib of Hathras and Sawan Singh ji Maharaj initiated the faith in which Kripaal Singh ji emerged as a great missionary. The place where i went to take initiation was Kripaal Baag in Delhi. Like any cult, conditions are almost impossible to follow. Grandfather’s mission is being propagated by grandson. His father was the pontiff until he could serve. The same thing is observed in other faiths like Gayatri pariwar and in usual political parties. It’s not a rule but in general it’s the state of affairs.
5. The conditioning which takes place in the supervision of some parents requires children to be with them since beginning. Then the inheritance spiritual and material is given if they comply with their code of conduct. It’s a lot of bullshit if you ask me. Bullshit. Dogshit and horseshit. The journalist we talked about was there accompanying the people in van.
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