I had not been writing my daily blog for sometime as I was procrastinating. The reasons were, I was not rich in thoughts. I have to get back to the habit of reading books. My troubled thoughts gallop like a horse. My mind is a whirlwind of rainbow of colors. How to syncretize the rich experience of life is a moot question. I feel like smoking grass but it is hardly available. I am tired of gulping Kerala’s proletarian rum called Karl Marx. I am trying to find ways to quit smoking but I can’t. I am being in want for the erotic passion of the body. Life is the simulacrum of chance and luck. How I wish to win a jackpot. Yes, I will! I call the process of winning the jackpot as BONANZOPIA.
Waking up Lazarus
While reading the New Testament I stumbled upon on this idiom. When Lazarus died and Mary and Martha his sisters were weeping, Jesus came to the place only after three days. But when Jesus came, he went to the grave of Lazarus and miraculously brought him back to life. Waking up Lazarus as in Idiom means good and fortunate things happening in one’s life. Yes, I want to experience waking up Lazarus.
Rain an Epiphany
Crystals poured from the sky. Thunder was a deafening roar. The clouds were belly bloated. Pink Clothes streaked across the sky. Metaphors lay as puddles on the ground. The earth smelled sweet as a baby’s hair.
I got a letter from a family situated in UAE wanting a tutor of English for their child. They introduced themselves as people of French nationality. Later on I sent my resume to them. Then I had a call from UAE from a person with an Arabic accent speaking English asking me to sign the offer letter. When I opened my mail, to my chagrin they asked me service charges for my visa and tickets. And then I realized it was a hoax. It’s strange that Arabs are also involved as scammers.
Maurice Blanchot is a French philosopher and novelist. He equates the philosophy of Death to writing. What is death in writing is not clear? Every word I strike with the pen is a body being lowered into its grave. Every thought added becomes a resurrection. Another interesting thought of his is a flower in literature has meanings other then what the flower signifies. An example would: I did poetry to her and made her a flower of meanings.
Oh Lord Jehovah Jesus let this year be a harvest of green. The clouds lay like a beer belly. Morning woke up in streams of consciousness. Lights of the sky shattered in sound. Zeus rode his motorcycle in the sky. Sometimes words are forgotten as an evanescent dream. The woman symbolizes a valley and man symbolizes a hill. When will flowers blossom in my garden? The brook of the body is fond of making the poetry of love. She was a tender gazelle, a soul with a romantic heart. The Lord Jehovah Jesus said: I will give you the heaven’s dew and the earth’s bounty. I overflowed my spring in her tender orifice. Salvation you are the cross that was hung. Being is a totem of consciousness. Patience is a deaf ear. Dear Lord: ‘don’t remember my inequities and padlock me with curses. Beauty is a flowing river. Consciousness you’re the firmament of the mind. I long to live with a poetic heart. God is rich in mercy and abundant in love and passionate in grace to those who follow him. I have to live a life in extreme subjectivity with a mytho-poetic heart. I can’t forget the scars that have wounded my life. Feelings, they bellow like volcanoes. A dream is the most beautiful thing you can have in life. I hope all my dreams become poems of being achieved. Beauty, you are nobility of the soul. Life is not Camus: ‘Myth of the Sisyphus’…purposeless and burdensome; life with Christ is: in being with the heaven’s splendor and the earth’s well being. Time, you are river, and ode to joy. Loved ones of the family are like green grass that brings in a lot of joy. Forget the past, live the present in joy and anticipate the future with greater joy. The foundation of life is a realization that you are precious in God’s sight and not negation as spoken my existential philosophies. Life is God’s gift and living is the grace and mercy given by God. God is there to provide a cornucopia and there is no need to worry about life. Let your life be magic wand of passion. Literature is a passionate overflow of feeling, a surreal canvas, and a cubist art an incongruity between subjectivity and reality. Time is temporal as a bird in flight and time is eternal as the creator’s universe. Live on hope’s gates and then everything would be fine. The height of achievement should be an eagle strutting across the sky in highflying. If someone lets you down don’t get flurried: tame your ego to live with life’s inconstancies. Prejudice is the weakness of a shallow ego. Life has to swim with ups and downs. Don’t fight with guilt; release it as a bird in flight. Ego—you have to tame the beast within you. You can be repentant to the father just like the prodigal son. The soul is a depth of feeling. Poetry of life is the joy of existential living. Memory brings in all sorrows of the past ….ease them out of your mind just like conjuror doing a trick. Live life to the fullest ….as God has said in the psalms 23: ‘my cup overflows; surely goodness and mercy will follow my life and I will dwell in the house of the lord for ever’
He is reverend Sam. One day we went to visit him to tell him that our son was autistic. He happened to be qualified behavioral psychologist. In our next meeting he started taking classes on behavioral psychology. It was all Greek to us. He did not provide any solutions to our son’s problem. We were in demand for something practical and not something that was theoretical.
The Advocate’s room
I went to the advocate’s room to register a land deed. On his table were some curious mementos. One was an emblem of India, a pillar with four lions which was King Asoka’s emblem, his signage Close to that was a tiny grotto and standing on it was Mary and the son Jesus. On the wall was a Palm Sunday leaf with the sign of the cross.
Two jokers were discussing about sperm. One joker asked: ‘how much sperm has been spilled on the earth’. The second Joker replied: ‘it is not quantifiable but it bears a resemblance’. The first joker replied: ‘What is the resemblance’? The second joker replied: ‘as big as the pacific ocean’!
Tastesy has been derived from Taste and Ecstasy. It refers to the following. If we think about delicious food: our mouth instantly waters and that is called Tastesy.
Evening an Epiphany
Sunset is sheer crimson passion; colors echo the song of love; birds are dancing in the wind and singing poems; the sky unfurls into many shapes and hues; many shapes of the sky bear resemblances to a bestiary; the sky is melting and mating with the fonts of colors; evening is a poem being written.
Night an Epiphany
Night is dark except a melody of twinkling pearls. My loins are soaked with leitmotif of the night and I urge God Jehovah Jesus to strengthen my loins. Why should night be a wicked witch casting a spell on me? When will the night become a bed of passion? The music of the crickets is a rising crescendo
Rain an Epiphany
The clouds are bloated and grey; rain is pouring now, a melancholic hymn; thunder bellows now a bell-canto voice; pink streaks across the sky as a poem of art; rain is a loud muse pouring pitter patter on the roof; it is a pulchritude to hear the rhythm and melody of the rain.
Serpent on a Flagpole
Serpent on a Flagpole is taken from the Old Testament. The Israelites in their sojourn in the wilderness became whiners and grumblers. God became displeased with them and send down serpents to exterminate them. They pleaded with Moses to rescue them. Moses held concordance with God and God asked him to put a serpent carved out of metal on a flagpole and whoever looks at it will be saved. The Serpent on a Flagpole as an Idiom means solving a problem using an apt solution. Will the Corona Virus have a Serpent on a Flagpole? The pancreatic cancer that he had became a serpent on a flagpole.
Balaam’s Ass is an Old Testament story. Balaam had the power to curse or bless, a gift ordained by God. Balaam was asked by the enemies of Israel to curse them. As he was riding on his donkey, the donkey saw an angel blocking the way and it veered off into a ditch. Balaam began to beat in without any mercy. God spoke through the donkey: ‘I have been faithful to you all these years and yet you persecute me’. Balaam realized his mistake and asked God for forgiveness. Balaam’s Ass as an idiom means being accused of a problem that one did not create or it means making a scapegoat of someone. In my professional career I have for no faults of mine became a Balaam’s Ass. I became a Balaam’s Ass when my lover rejected me.
The Israelites in their sojourn in the wilderness grumbled to God that they don’t have food to eat. In order to placate them, God rained hordes of Quail meat. Quail as an Idiom means a colossal material blessing from God. I Invite God to send Quail in my life.
The clouds are majestic, warm and friendly. Colors dazzle as a jazz opera. The sun is a ball, gleaning crimson. Colors scatter in celestial whispers. Clouds are hazy impressionistic forms and sometimes they take shape as Picasso’s Cubist art. Birds glide in harmony, a fusion of a melodious dance. The passage of nature is an unfurling of a streams consciousness narrative.
You passionate bed of the night; your lips flavor the poetry of romance; your body is soft as tender dew; let’s embrace in mystic adoration; let’s sing the song of songs by Solomon with our bodies.
The glory of light, musky hues of red, orange and purple shone in delightful efflorescence. Origami floated in the misty air with the art of eloquence. The sky daffodils into a brilliant hue of a mystic pulchritude. The clouds are weaving clothes and painting violins. There, I see ribs, moths and gigantic butterflies. Morn awakens my consciousness to a plethora of a taste for art. The whole of nature is recreated as gardens of poetry.
Kuala Lumpur Nights
I bring to memory: Kuala Lumpur nights, the time I spent with my significant other. It was a memorable time of shared love and passion. Mr. Lee, her friend received me at the airport. As I was traveling through the speed lane, he was boasting that KL road is free from any sort of disturbance and as we were passing by, we noticed something big lying on the road. When we approached it, it was a dead cow; probably it has been run over. We booked into a budget hotel and Lee was also booked in same hotel. At that time Lee asked whether I should spend my night in his room, and my significant other intervened with a smile and said: ‘no Mr. Lee’ and took hold of my hands and led me to her room. She was quite shy; so too was I. She smiled and said she washes her hotspot with tooth lotion. Eroticism became a romantic poem. Intimacy generated an Eros of a passionate music. Then in the morning we visited the KL Towers. The twin towers, huge in stature resembled the shape of a phallus. Yes the shape of the phallus has changed from worship, art to a symbolism of utility. When we reached its pinnacle: I looked down and I could see that the traffic and people down looked like tiny ants. For lunch we had a sumptuous Malaysian cuisine of roasted fish and rice. Later on we parted with goodbyes and vowed to meet again and share our love.
The Sun sends a poetic invitation; colors, red, orange and purple are mystics chanting in the sky; I watch the dusky light fall on trees; birds flow in unison as a gentle singing of a thousand harps; clouds are paintings; there lies a brook; there lies a gigantic bird; there an abstract painting; the pulchritude of nature is a marvelous sight; the sky is becoming darker and darker; night has crept in like an erotic invitation.
Valerie a teacher from UK who came on a teacher exchange program gave me money to come to UK. I was very keen on visiting UK and seeing the global theater. I went to the UK consulate and there the officer a white asked me for my academic credentials. He told bluntly: ‘if I give you a visa you won’t come back.’ So he engraved in my passport: not applicable. India was colonized and looted by the British for a century and now they have not removed the colonial mindset from their minds.
It is many years since I have met her. She wants me to write about her and praising her. But what I write is literature. Now she tells me that she no longer can relate to me.