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.
An encounter of a gangster who is being disowned by multiple parties. Why do encounters happen with almost same patterns in the last two years and labelled as “accidents” might be a subject of research for investigative journalism. I am sure: the matter would have been discussed ad nauseum if he was kept in prison. The untouchables remain unchanged. What happened to the Vyapam mystery deaths? I was sure that a mystery thriller movie was in the making. Can we call a freak accident a mystery? I don’t know. There’s another lockdown event in this town. A doctor and his wife who were on government duty were positive. And quarantined. Clinics were gingival valence electrons. I am sure you will find out more. The amusing singers germane manager inane shrapnel harpsichord harpagon gonebydays. I am sure. The virus does not spread via air. Now it does. Now it doesn’t. Research is supposed to tell you truth. The virus is faithful employee of July Joker John. The virus does not spread via air. Now it does. Now more people were dying. Good morning. Focus on the other one. Positive side: those recovering from the influenza. The government machinery becomes a giant dragon’s head: a storytelling device…be mused . … which makes people think: got me, got me.
“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. ..
sell your products. Suresh sureshot tonsure tonsil windowsill silhouette oubliette aubergine ubermensch. You can find the code of conduct in the code of conduct. Conduct duct tape ape agape … Beating around the bush. Hindu Kush Usha Shamus mandamus manducation mandibular larkspur landing at least one. Never say you can’t.
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 The dark prince principal… Atheling Mingas gastric tricks Asterix 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
“Every science begins as philosophy and ends as art; it arises in hypothesis and flows into achievement. ”
I heard that with awe and wonder. It was beautiful wisdom on her exquisite lips which tasted like nectar of immortality. She was my destiny. The fountain of youth. The source of beauty. Her forgetfulness was peculiar. On one hand she was unable to tell the name of the first US president even after repeated discussions, on the other: she said she was well versed in Greek mythology.
“So what is the name of the first US President?”
I asked again!
Longing for an accurate answer. Ah! She meant a wonderful world to me. She was my delight.
Abraham Lincoln!
Both eyes closed Dropping to the ground.
As she snapped out of her reverie, she frowned in concentration. I was amused. I hope to hear from you soon kroon afternoon monsoon. A day might come when you would utter GeorgeWashington in response to the question and continue to do so. It will be the event I have been waiting for since an eternity. I looked at her blonde hair. This is the most important day of my life, I thought.
It’s rather complex, but the development of the human psyche is a truly awe-inspiring thing.
Wisdom is the oneness of mind that guides and permeates all things.
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.
Rahu Hullabaloo loopah.
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.
Dark matters!
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Her general knowledge was not good. She kept forgetting simple things . He was in love with her. But he was concerned for her fading memory.
“Oh,” he said, “you don’t know your own heart, and I know mine.” I am sure you are interested in this. I will see what can be done. He went home and told his father, who was very much pleased, and asked his son what he would like to have. I don’t think we should be together now. I am sad. But we need to say our goodbyes some day.
Why not now? I’ll just tell you, once more, how I felt at that moment. I don’t want to say goodbye. Why! I am sorry. I understand . It’s all right.
Birdie.
Segue. Sage way. Let’s go away. Separate ways. Saying goodbye he waved his hand. It was slightly strange but she had poop for general knowledge. And she had flunked on her quizzes. I mean: all her quizzes. It was bit of a mystery. What mystery. Mystifier. Fiery eye rye eerie year indeed deed done in indigo goes chigoe. And she was taking a shower.
Birds are returning to their nests. They are little birds, and the mothers are very angry with them. Piglet gimcrack rucksack backpack acknowledged ledgerdemain. One mother bird is not happy. As it has a toothache. This is because the other mother bird has a bad temper and she scratched it.
Birds are chirping around me. The sky has been covered by a layer of clouds. Kane: the Polynesian God stopped by the way. He stopped by to talk. I had nothing to say. You should tell him about the clouds. The somersault by the Merle on ley lines. There are clouds in the sky.
Granny allowed me to eat some guavas. They were unripe…on branches. Some of them fell as I was giving them to Grandma for sauce. Chutney has nothing to do with knee. Snickersnee need Edo ode diode module site. I was on my way to make chutney when I smelled it. It was a pleasure to meet you at the moment. After I ate my guavas I was overcome with fainting and fell on the floor. It was a temporary heart attached to this question. If a rocket can hit you it can hit me.
Dancing light of grace 