fiction – Page 5 – Dancing light of grace

Posted on July 6, 2020 by dancinglightofgrace

The Skinny Daydreamer

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.

Posted on July 6, 2020 by dancinglightofgrace

Bard your Shards pierce hard in the aftermath of hurricane season.

You decide whether your story is short
or long
It was a cold and windy day, with the snow!

Avant garde garden Eden dense mesnes nested loops bloops. Warden wanted pardon donning white plumage.

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!

Posted on July 6, 2020 by dancinglightofgrace

What!

It was a morning. He saw clouds all around him. It was drizzling. He went out. It was a new job. The kid wanted help with his English. He had asked him to be ready by nine am.

In the beautiful weather. Jasmine fragrance and chirping quirks made the environment a musical harmony. He had been reading a new book on painting: words like Chitrabhasha, ChitraPata, Chitrakoot, Chitra Ketu and Chittagong all related to graphics . The constellation arcturus known as Chitra was considered to herald beginning of new year. Psychic impressions were responsible for a kind of painting as per Samkhya and Yoga system. This was the painting you see as waking and dreaming lives respectively. The quality of those two states varied only in the pace of change. There was more fluidity in streaming dreams and less so in the waking. Waking state is elaborate dreaming. Dreaming is concise waking.

The language of dreams is thought in the waking state.

Language implies meaning conveyed by symbols. Patterns recognised by a system. What if we never stop dreaming : only alternative states of nightmares and pleasant dreams varies like two poles of happiness and unhappiness.

It’s so. Albeit a void is in the background. A flop for every flip. A zero for every one. A hero for everyone and a villain for every hero.

The rest is where it all emanates from. The sleep. Why would you ever be afraid of rest which rejuvenates. And if it’s a complete cessation of being: it’s even better. He never understood why you avoid talking about death. We shall see what happens. Nothing is impossible for me. To face the morning again, I would willingly give my life for this. What is the meaning of life or death. what is the meaning of words. what is the best medicine. What is the most beautiful thing in life.

What?

Posted on July 5, 2020 by dancinglightofgrace

The Sleep|

The hubbub. The commotion. Another motion by Beelzebub. The uproar. lost in the fog of permafrost The thieves livened up their job. Bob obsolete Oblivion ionized Jedi with its coldness.

Characterized by Sinister, otherworldly beings, Corruption of physical forms and a decent into madness. If you spin the spinner; a neta comes out of it. If you spin the spinner; a neta comes out of it. Enough. I need sleep now. So do I.
I shall find you. In this thread. In the dreams. So it is.

Posted on July 5, 2020 by dancinglightofgrace

Why NDTV is not available in my house!

There is a puddle of water outside my room. My father engineered it so that I have plenty of workout in the rainy season as my grandmother as well as siblings are crippled. I’m not complaining as it gives me time to daydream and write. My parents were government employee. They were right wing. I was in the standard twelfth on voting day when they whispered in my ears about having voted for BJP. I mumbled a cacophony of lies so that they didn’t know I voted for congress. I never voted but once. I was working as runaway priest in Vrindavan, Mathura in Gyaan Gudri Jagannath temple. I voted for Hema Malini because unless I did that the head of the temple would have been at loggerheads with me. The temple was in an area that was in the grip of a small warlord who had a nexus with the rebels that were causing havoc in the area.

I am not political. I have heard my grandfather was given a ticket to fight an election for state assembly. He declined the offer because he had no money. Gandhi wanted to walk on the middle path. Middle is neither left nor right. And it’s a razor’s edge because those in the left immediately have their ears up in the air they hear : Yoga or Karma. And rightist are searching your forehead for Tilak, your wrists for bands and your dress for saffron. Your attendance in temples also matters. The middle man is considered leftist by the rightist and a right wing by liberals. He is not a politician, not an artist, not even a man. And yet: he can’t take the first flight out of the pyramid. Euthanasia is not available. Is not near the end. End is not near. And in the middle-he’s not dying. Nigh high on your face. On your wrist on your ankles.

Posted on July 5, 2020 by dancinglightofgrace

He hanged his boots first then he hanged himself over!!!!!

OK “I can see you have been taking lessons from me,” the Master said. It was raining. Ken was taken out of his lab by an apparition. As to why he followed the shadow still remains a mystery. Ken could not see the face of the Master in the darkness, but he could hear his voice. He saw a mirror. In the mirror he was obese: wearing a white shirt. And the shadow had disappeared from his vision. He was in vain. Unable to find his way back to his lab where version one point six was being tested. The Master was not pleased with his student.

He saw some people . Acquaintances from his University. As he was unable to use technology: he looked desperately at them. He wanted to ask them to come to his house, but he didn’t know how. It seemed like an apocalyptic tic tac toe. On stairs a madam was beating a rude Gemma. He had lost his way. He went down a dark street. And saw a black cat. It asked him some questions and vanished. Where he could buy porn. Or a prescription. Ionized zed eye iodide bodega bagbro browbeat bragbro Brocade fabric rosner nerdy dying breed. Creed redolent ciphers zephyrs. The chasm was deep, though the water was clear. Learn more: azygous agouti. When she opened her eyes, the sight that met her was
“Mommy!

It’s thunderstorm. And it’s raining cats and dogs. His memories are flushed out everyday. He read that there was a great man who reached somewhere. The great man called it the dancing effulgence of grace. The sublime exquisite portrayal of the most important being which renders you eternity of love and flowering. He made it his life because he had achieved his goals and attained powers beyond his wildest fantasies. Now in the void : he chose a goal which was the very essence of the journey. No guides or companions existed on this one. The caravan was parked outside Parkour dash board. At first, the person was a very good start in the Parkour, but then it became very hard and he couldn’t get the hang o

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Now they had nothing to eat and only a single room to call home. How well you understand me sweetheart! Please prick-me-dainty in my shanty. I am afraid that the way you are kissing me is making me feel a little sick.

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! I have this awful feeling that I may be dropping at any moment. The smell of eggs is just all around. ! I have this awful feeling that I may be dropping at any moment. The smell of eggs is just all around. Juggernaut umlaut plaudit dithering ringtone dipthong Hong Kong dingdong singsongs Singapore claptrap humdrum humbug gummy bears. I am all ears. You are all eyes. Wide shut shuttle cock sure shot hot girl. She is not hot at all. I have this awful feeling that I may be dropping at any moment. Why did you do that! I have this awful feeling that I may be dropping at any moment. Mental health issues. I am all ears.

Posted on July 4, 2020 by dancinglightofgrace

Incunabulum incubates!

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Posted on July 4, 2020 by dancinglightofgrace

Ball of light!

The news centre has become the most popular indian movie. … Peru erupts. Indians run for their lives. Youtubers react to the ruptured red purr. The news centre ends up being run by a fangirl.

It spread like wildfire. But for her it was merely a reading of Merle. She could never forget the last line: “I’ve come too late to help you.” As happens in nightmares: Vegas was turned upside down. Marley ley lines saline linolin lineaments delinquent entomologist. It was a ball of light dancing around the room. Broom boom boom! It was not like anything she’d ever seen before.

Posted on July 4, 2020 by dancinglightofgrace

Masoleum

His name is Ghan He travelled to far and wide
He had a weapon
His weapon was a hammer
His hammer was Mercurial rial riata. He lived in a very old house
His home was on a hill. A hillock. A molehill the red ozymandias on the Dias. An old crow-burrow a tumbledown mausoleum.

Posted on July 3, 2020 by dancinglightofgrace

Deadline!

“A day on the planet Venus is longer than a year on Venus,” she said. How is that possible! I looked it up to confirm: and she was right. Rotating around its own axis takes equivalent of 243 Earth days, whereas rotation around the Sun takes 225 Earth days.

I am dumbfounded. I had said goodbye to you insulting your general knowledge. I was in the wrong. In very wrong indeed. My mind was accustomed to counting year as sum of the days. It is the easiest way for Earth days and years. Venus immediately brings us to the exception as well as fundamental definition of day and year.

Next question can be: why do some planets move faster around their axis. Ah: why do they move at all. I need to read some Astronomy books.

“Good heavens, I can’t begin to tell you what a lovely thing it is to see the planets for the first time. Some of them are beautiful, some dazzling, some stunning, and some fascinating, but one of them made me shiver with delight. Which one! That one, the lovely, the fascinating, the glamorous, the wonderful, and the most wonderful of all. What is the name of the star? It is the star I love best of all, for it is the star that my Prince Charming is to see at the ball I am going to.”

Who is your prince charming, miss? He was a very princely man, not like some princes.

Was? I mean: did he die ?

He never married.

Why so!

Yes, he’s dead.

Shivering all over, I asked her: are you still alive? Where are you going to attend the ball! I hope it’s not in a cemetery. I know you since last five years. If you turn out to be a goblin: all the best! You’ve also turned out to be a goblin. Do you think we’re both dead? When did we die! But we’re talking. What does it mean to be dead? I don’t know. It means: no longer serving the deadline. Shall we say: no longer serving in the morning?

I was sad to be dead. But as it turns out: I was her mysterious love.

Posted on July 3, 2020 by dancinglightofgrace

The Last Man|

Flashes of light. Thunderbird is singing. It rained. Sun was shining brightly when drizzle Was it the marriage ceremony of the pack of wolves as the folklore told or was it something else. Anyway: it relieved us from the hot humid and harassing singularity ritzy zygote verboten rotten torpor porous sussuration cocksure cockalorum cockroach coach approach fibroach..

Wayward warden dense mesne. You know I like to live life at the limit. Listless lasor sore resplendent entomology gymnastics tick tack toe . I have a friend who lives here and he is a total weirdo.

Sometimes he mumbles and it seems to be synchronized zed eye. He is a muddlehead, a malcontent, a manic, a weirdo. A runaway. He runs around the island with a bunch of birds and animals on a leash. Ashen gray hounds bounden den. He is a guardian. Ian is his name. Whenever I’m with him, I feel totally at ease. He speaks in Iambic pentameter. Lambs surrounding him ding-dong singsong . I love to hear him sing, “Good night!” Even when it is only the twilight. His baritone one loud musically lyrics. He really is a guardian. And his name is Ian. Whenever I’m with him, I feel totally at ease. Our boat was once caught in a time loop. It was a quantum anomaly. Armada Armageddon don on nodes. Intangibility. Typically vinyl wrap around me. He knows everything. Omniscient ouroboros. Quetzalcoatl. Cooling and uncoiling. Arachnophobic aubade. Alidade adieu. Hermetic astrology. Omniscient ouroboros. Quetzalcoatl. Cooling and uncoiling.

The tide was coming in. Both thor and thoth broke Hippocrates oath. Let it never be spoken. Ken kernel driver version of Windows. Clandestine, but can be cracked. With some effort. Devout, but can be lost. Whatever you need. But don’t forget to eat your vegetables. And by heart art is on tablet. Art is on tablet. Let it be known. By the end of the day. We all become transcendental. I mean we all become something else. Something beautiful and mysterious. And something we can trust. Forever grateful to the point. But I’m still a little hungry. Bubble gum for you. I don’t eat. Why then did you say you’re hungry. I just wanted you to remember what your body really is.

The last of man started feeling the adulation and admiration of the whole universe and he wanted to prove himself. I am sure you will understand that. And I mean anything: and/or/nand/nor. Flip flops.

Posted on July 3, 2020 by dancinglightofgrace

Police State

He thought it existed only in the North. The uneducated lot. The state of Tamil nadu saw some despicable police brutality. NDTV reported it. He recalled how he was beaten on the eleventh of April for walking without a mask. He was in the perfect health and knew that pandemic was a charade and joke. How naive, he thought, as he walked out of the room! It’s “say no to plastic bags”day He was thinking as he walked out of the room.

He was confused if some days came more frequently than the others. Then he realised: it was the Earth Day and Environment Day earlier in the year. They all brought similar ideas. What had he done for the Earth, for the environment and for humanity. Seeing flaws wasn’t enough. Walking among zombies wasn’t enough.

He liked watching “The Irishman.” Nero was Nero and Pacino was Pacino. One of the greatest myths was acting. Nobody acted. Method was merely imbibing some emotions of the subject in hand. All actors, writers and painters had their idiosyncrasies printed on it. Even those who thought that Atheling or Logos was speaking through them. And then not just them, but everybody. Yes. It was merely forgetting oneself temporarily.
Those who didn’t float in the cosmic ocean felt weight of a freight train. Fiction was addiction: not because it was stranger than reality rather because of its allowing the subjects to say things they would avoid in the non fiction. Story telling comes easiest to sleeping bags. Ennui is a myth. Liquor or drugs did the same- that is why you have a history of most dazzlingly brilliant Galaxy of authors who were obese, alcoholic or addicted to caffeine. Nicotine or caffeine is considered “normal” in artistic circles. As normal as liquor in the poetic circles. Alcohol or caffeine addiction is the most widespread of addictions and is as common among authors as among other creative individuals.