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He clenches to a support laying forward  fidget, looks left and right  jumping and landing on a single foot and back to a sullen being and soon after frigid indifferent to chaos and commotion blows and battering  rubbing palms.  Now an approximate fifteen degree shift  indifferent to treachery, trampling  but resemblance those teary eyes  yet unflinching his prolonged stare  jaws resting upon the support  watching an orthogonal motion  and finally a look over squinting at the onlookers  pausing to witness an intoxicating mess and thank God he did muttered  babble I could hardly grasp  poking index finger to the nose and returns to his state of eerie silence.

An owl on the day eyes pull down the shutters and subsequent blackout impulses to let open the chamber wherein the bright spot centred concentric at the kaleidoscopic presence hypnotize to a virtual canvass painted with imagination and delusions invoke a slumbersome being potent enough to overcome the toughest endure the extremes, unyielding astute and audacious precocious and precious harbinger of a promising realization, enlightenment propelling a lightening to an eyeopener.

With all might she pulls up the brimming bucket hooked on a nylon rope pour simultaneously in the jar and the jerry cans on queque drop the bucket to repeat the ordeal again carry perspiration trickling down to her index finger and shaking away gently she glances at the stranger peeking around for quite a while, likely for days.

He picks up the silver chain lying on the floor she turns to the mirror to fix her hair the third one banging fists on the door after the frisk pandemonium incorporating the wild hurling spree of dolls, pillows, cushions, comb, pen and fists all legal in this WWE and the UFC. With the interludes of the queer sense of humor and the peals of laughter came to an end and there for everyone to see ensued a clearance posthaste before Mom returns home.

Jumping around with joy eyeballs rolling sideways lifting up the forelegs the puppy climbs step by step on the piled logs up to the little master sitting on top putting on an act with moves and demeanour wagging geometric tails one crazy conjurer ears in attention listening every word signature postures so sweeter stepping up and backtracking all the while barking at the birds resting after a long haul hide and seek inside a narrow opening playing around a lovely creature.

Dumb now, there's not much to talk to, numb, the entire sense not in work too, sullen on a great loss crestfallen with pessimism doves lay beside one another fidget. The shadows flicker hither and thither bruises but alas! no ointment haunted with past day in and day out. The nest so dear constructed with twigs from all over perched on a branch pondered as a life support razed to the earth next day with cruel axe. Now with the roof gone the stumps is only there as if a cast been spelled on, they have gone from have to the have nots to rags from riches in no time.

Two police personell headed towards a narrow alley metres ahead to my left parking the blue Gypsy. Meters I sauntered and looked through to find passers-by gathering in numbers around. Murmurs. I also joined in to locate before me a little neonatal wrapped in black and red embroidered pasmina lying over an wooden box swaying the tiny arms little smiley smiling at strangers conversing in ones own dialect giggling all the while. A woman whispered the little one forlorned, whimpering all the time commented another own perceptions in the eyes of each beholder. Lying out on a chilly monsoon weather shivers went down my spine Accursing voices resonated shortly addressing the cold fishes the blue dresses confused stood standstill and all those forgathered, and fumed on who abandoned the little one there.

Early dawn I set off for morning walk and so do the pigeons humming the morning hymns from the branches for a crooning spectacle together with the dripping bubbles in a chilly atmosphere and an elderly with the Bhajans recital. I hit the road exultant earshot from the loudspeakers filling in the eerie silence silence that slowly fades away whilst part of me rejoices each driplet trickling through the body enjoying an instinctive play with mud and water.

Running after the ball wherever it went, running with it, chasing every player all the way breathlessly, showboating, exhibiting every trickery in the bag the affectionate aspirants of the beautiful game on cloud nine even with a rare touch utter joy in the thinnest achievements the ores of happiness in the throbbing  Coracoes of the soccer kids.

Narrow road serpentine all the way begins with the smell of local distillate nearby flanked with inns and a kiosk at the crossing potholes, ditches welcomes you to the hamlets adorned with lush greenery corrugated iron camps from the recent misery once a hill now a plain plot. On the banks of once-upon-a-time river ascents and descents every hundred meters half a kilometer of strides and a windy hillock resides atop - vantage point to the panorama revealing precious heirlooms preserved for centuries the bond between animates and inanimates entwined and entangled intricate the vast landscapes, hallowed valley's takes a beholder aback fragrant earth takes me to the roots. And I behold the breeding ground of malfeasance and misadministration encroaching Goddess Saraswoti's abode I take a rest on the bench by the retailer hydrate after basking a scorcher and set off again for a hiking adventure. Few meters ahead the playing ground after school adjacent to the compounded rim with ju...

Vengeance the only destiny in destitute of compassion fiery eyes of the predators  going for the broken bones, maim and mutilation with the instigator ego stirred up with condescension, contempt, narcissism, inter alia. Impregnated with vendetta an implicit spell to repeat the history itself invites humane undoing lays waste youthful potentiality in the name of misdirected adrenaline rush.

"I 'll love you love you till the end confront anyone, anything that's before and that lay beyond. We will make love the world will aspire. The lovelore in everyone's tongue forever. The affection alluring everybody my love!", He unbosomed. They rambled places past hillocks and hills treaded on miles survived against all the odds and thought reached the utopia.  Really ? Discarded like outcast deprived from societal privileges left high and dry when she came to life. "May love adhere us together dear", she confided her soulmate. To the unbounding joy they prevailed and so did love In a world of their own world bereft of rules, rituals, borders and authority  love loved them.

The teeming drops gliding through the body arms up embracing the sky hopping hither and thither splash ! on the puddle painting the jeans all muddy Hurrah ! running in and around carefree regrets and worries small potatoes  peeled away in the might of childhood

Dark, silence when I reached in Dank every reaches The usual chatters were missing Gossip and guffaws strange absentees The strange gaze seemingly nowhere But slowly they started to appear Steady to normalcy Restoring the system Reviving the existence from an ephemeral transformation to an unaccustomed serenity.

Overwhelmed with white gold the country coffers spillover this time of the year climate  a major contributor brings awake the development Kumbhakarna among authorities  earnestly trying to walk the talk to transform our plight to the light of Singapore. This time of the year FINA comes here uninvited to host a grand World Championship so unwillingly but with courtesy two wheelers take up rowing and sailing four wheelers take boating kids take up synchronised swimming and commuters take triathlon by storm all vying for the elusive stretch of land to a terrestrial sanctuary not medals as the Monsoon returns with its cats and dogs flagging up a season when trails disappear my city hosts an annual World Championship for a month.

Sanctuary for lost souls a walk by during gossip race track for jogging fitness square for stretches and push-ups hallowed place for devotees barth for pigeons an inventory of wishes bank with their CEOs confluence of spirit and self religion to me the shrinking shrines of the valley.

Architect Cousin Nisha                                                                         An abode of dreams  sculpted together                       supported by one and other                    flimsy individual(s),        mere milligram pygmies            defy the rules of architecture                                                                                         despite       a fanning palm enou...

A ballooned knapsack half-filled  rubbish hands stirring the heap  scouring something precious sipping from the runny nose  wheting the appetite for a dendrite meal he shouts at the astray dogs barking at him, Adults wayside making love to each other clutching hands in close quarters  lost in a romantic realm, and few metres ahead Granny spreading her arms wide  desperate to land something on her bowl pleading and blessing, a gate opens by the side out comes a lady riding on an orange scooter a cutie pie runing afterwards Mama! Mama! a vivid collage for little boy; joggling early morning in father's company.

To the maze alley again I stepped strolled my way through narrow lanes waking up, encountering familiar passerby every step forward when out of nowhere appeared a sexagenarian brandishing her broom unleashing puffs of dust cloud spanning around few meters she now considers her courtyard long way salubrious to outlying neighborhood until a commuter spoiled the place with Paan  fluid rendering the elderly and the adjacent onlooker dumbstruck..

What  fragrance ? What kind ?  The strong odor off the blushy cheeks and the glossy lipper a perfectionist feminine make-up  too much for me the paint on the eyelashes and fingernails  her bright canvasses  a fine dotted tika on the forehead shampooed long tresses add to it the bright pink sari  too much for me.

© www.independent.ie Like bullets fired in quick succession they struck me, unaware out of nowhere came continuous shots the accelerating droplets knocked out the lethargy juiced the entirety with life after the scorching sun soaked all up the traversing by the desert blistered the foot to bubbles hours of migraine all thanks to pandemonium filling the ear atop returned life in droplets.

The boombox aloud wiggle, swag in full swing Dearly anxious me. Obscure and unknown I am unable to find my answer World's a riddle.

The each passing by you bow down with OM ! The holy devotee in you would come to life all the senses to attention in reverence to his might. A true disciple in spirit and tradition passing the invaluable heirloom forward but fainter preaching rituals "they" at most could hardly relate any longer self-proclaimed sanctitude and sacred veneered under a profane picture inculcating boast and bitterness haughty, morphed into malice confronting a sweeping change from the bohemian master Alienating self catering selfish They spin around create the destructive repulsive force an external drive staggeringly superior to our meagre mass withstanding on the pedestal of deep-seated belief has me dearth the word for humans opine themselves minor.

मलिन घाम सरर बगिरहेको चन्चल वेग धमिलो अस्तित्व ।। ठन्डी, जाडो अनि निरन्तरको मुसलधारे वर्षा तर​ जलिरहेको अन्तरमन ।। बादलले ढाकेको बिहानी चियाउन खोजीरहेको सुर्य अन्ततः उदाउँदो घाम ।। सुत्केरी बेथाको बिचमा जिवन र मरणको दोसाँधमा नयाँ शक्तिको संघर्ष ||

A terrible sight to begin a day jaws spread wide, canine dug deep shredding her delicate body inflicting wounds so severe  she’s all but ready to succumb, The astray predators tearing the flesh mercilessly hounding in the hunt of helpless birdie flapping her wings in a hellish anguish. Unbearable a kid abruptly hurries the scene with the full might dares face the beast  pulls hard the wiggling tail  does everything preventing any nibble  to pulls, pulls and pulls hard to vain.