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Twilight Again!

Birds are returning to their nests. Parrots mostly. Eleventh Moon is shining in Taurus just above my head. Sounds of prayers from nearby temples and mosques.

The granary has expanded a bit. Not as much as needed yet. I picked up the scrapped grass and threw it away. A trolley full of pigeon pea is resting before me to be unloaded here.

The conversation with Nadine was uplifting yesterday. Semantics, delusion and further delusions: then their shattering one by one has been the story of my Odyssey here on WordPress. While the poet of highest order disappeared and wouldn’t resurface no matter what: another fish in the cave seems to want to swim to that side of shore. And yet another won’t change her profile picture even after four years. Or has it been lesser. They create black holes. Then bit of scaling. Then return to black holes.

If this Faatima was that Faatima: she won’t believe that one morning in 2016 i hardly had anything else but her words to hang onto. Some scarecrow images. And her words as unicorn images of a safe haven which leads me where?

Here! This is the culmination of all my searches. All my seeking and journey. Nectar of immortality. Don’t tell them they would banish us. Then there is three of us…four of us… countless trillions of us…how lovely to be nobody…

How fluid to watch the dance and play the game.

Twilight
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Permafrost Terma Might Bite!

1. 28 books were registered yesterday and 10 books today.

2. Spent some time reading an appeal against vaccination by one of the participants in an ongoing demonstration near city hospital.

3. Spent about 33 minutes as a help to change the rod in library. It’s still not working.

4. It took an hour to remove termite eaten book remnants from the rack number fourth of almirah number 12.

Termite
Terma termite

5. Took two hours to visit Bundelkhand Mega Mart Fair to buy two lowers. T-shirts still need to be bought.

6. A Tohu Verse to celebrate a successful day:

Terma termite might terminate might

Ate a bit late

Such a low rate

Berate be rate gateway to eternity

Perma frost bite might reach

Your height permanently

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Conversations with the Moon!

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.

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The ink and paper!

A tree. Standing quietly in the middle of a farm. A farmer is weeding the field and the crops look bathed in the recent drizzle. A black dog stares at me. A Kingfisher has been sitting on the same electric wire where I left it half an hour ago. Weather has been absolutely pleasant and now temperature dropped as the drizzling stopped. I wanted to capture an image of the black bird but it flew away. I went to check the mud puddle.

2. The dance has astounding beauty today. I give a helping hand as a trailer laden with Fruits and vegetables is stuck on road which bent because of the cabling. I am not the only one as there was a traffic jam. Then I was worried about how to reach the destination.

The ways in which we think are as mysterious as godhead. Moonflower dance with a cyclist who was holding hands with a motorcyclist. A slight change in the tone and the meaning changes dramatically. Three crows on a single branch. The number of the trailer is 1480. Birds are chirping and vehicles pass by. A poet died yesterday and a teacher died today. A mule has an erection: how poetic tic tac toe mantic mantle up the ante update up to date upbeat neat Beatles tribute betlegeuse regal gala lingam. The ink in the pen is a black and the paper is white.