Parables in plenitude

P1: To be a man or a machine; it is the question ahead.
I love the precision and velocity of animated lifer;
yet strong resolve acknowledges the humane aspirations.
Being a wave living the darkness of matter is not easy.
Always I love to call a fade a spade.
My intellectectua;l constructions spade at tules.
Theory of rigid love seems to be reaching nowhere.
Music is a mix of madness and melody. 
Clarity is nor always rhythm.

P2: Yet all if us need impulses from ddreams and desires.
One green channe; awaits everyone.
Perhaps we need to understand
veins of our earth in a deeper way.
I need to rock many solids in my complex nature.
Special songs can wait till envision a garden of wise flowers.
Plenitude are angels;
but the road leads through uncharted territories.

P3: Words in the digital life traverse quietly.
All the eyes are running the imageries.
Spellbound terrains dictates the solitude of netizen.
He himself hamngs imn passwords.
Hungry, he/she encapsulates their profiles.
Wonderrs of wisdom forgets the wickedness of past.
Semantics of money are plenty, that much I know.
Captured are young, modern are the aged
but nascent chains awaits everyone.

Parables of prejudice

P1: In the eyes of a dialectic
all the art forms are diabolic
Galvanic guilt can no longer 
make my retreat

P2: Innocent expositions
are behind my light
They celebrate all the pagan
prides ; prejudice of course
I will pay for their merit
All in their court of justice

P3; When they found me in a jungle;
I was a dream merchant.
No longer I cherish a mad elephant.
All are spolit coins.

P4: Need to invent a new checker game.
Only then I will get a chess mate.
Still I don't want to know
what they do next summer.

Daniel of My Dreams

Prologue::

Daniel of My Dreams is going to be the
prologue of my life interwoven with
dreams.It spans my life to the fullest;
spanning cities such as
Singapore, Bangalore, Chennai,
Thiruvanathapuram, New Delhi
and so on to include the nations
which I love and never have traveled.

Daniel is a biblical prophet who had
amazing capabilities to master the evil spirits
in their own dens. Through this experiment
with Novel artistry, I aim to bridge
psycho analytical explorations in unknown
territories of mind and the unknown
prowess of catholic scriptures.

For a normal reader this draft
will suffice to be a random jottings
on my state of mind and nullified delusions.
For a student of history of subconscious;
this will be a travelogue of an
extra sensitive mind to the uncharted terrains
of race, language, totems, taboos,
religion, science, semiotics and wit.

This draft will be updated whenever
and wherever my dreams will
intercept my chains and freedom.

Chapter 1: Lion King and a Serpent of roses

He who is the interpreter of my
dreams is hidden
somewhere in my valley of darkness.
Like Columbus he is unraveling
the continents of my life
unknown even to myself.

Happiness has been his cast away.
Awakening me unto this last unity,
he embraced a light of fire.
Devoid of him and his luminous thoughts
I am just a spinning mountain,
porous to the leaves of grass.

Persistent tears and cleansing this land
of misery, passion, privilege and prayers.
Wither love ? Wither hate?I know only one aspect;
there are extreme multitudes in the masses.
They dissect their blood
and sell their swear and ego alike.

In the veil of his charisma; Daniel was an introvert.
He ignited the ergo of his lovers.
His salience was his forte.
Unaware of his charm,
he stormed into her affairs.
Waiting for the goddess;
he charmed all the women he met.

A fort of calmness was his ambition;
yet storm of desire was his temptation.

Daniel was sure; Saturn will play
all the games of temptation on its own playground.
So Daniel let loose his illness.
Many shivered on its own.

In his nightmare; Daniel
welcomed Saturn to storm the hamlets.
Unconscious of the problems
Saturn delved into the circle and spirals.
Spirals are the silent snakes.
Only love can separate
the sin and the sinners.

Daniel could dig out diamonds;
Not heavens neither earth.
They were the sole
property of almighty.

His voice was not so enigmatic;
at times he delved in reconstruction
of his faith ; he evidently dreamed of
family values and of course
his infamous faith in hunger

His livestock was not from his enemies.
Once in his nightmares he saw a holy lizard;
He himself subdued
in a gardener's soul and shouted
" I am the wizard of Oz"
Until now Daniel does not
know who is wizard of Oz;
Midas ; or even Johnnie Walker.

Daniel may not be a good driver ;
nor he can achieve eighth continent
like Alexander the Great,
play chess like Allen Green-spoon;
or meat girl friends like Vladimir Potato
or be sarcastic like Andre Agassi.

Parables may drive a morning mass ?

P1: When the morning dives in,
I could feel the immense semblance of God.
The freedom of thought; its various expressions;
ambiance of natural aesthetics; they are enormous.

P2: It recreates itself for the love of every day.
I may miss the love of the moment;
yet more importantly I could winover
the lasting jive of a day.

P3: Sun may torment you with its immaculate rays;
Yet it is the destiny of a burning star.
What is hidden in a name?
There are countless angels and daemons.

P4: Spirit of eternity cannot forgive
the spike of a moment.
what you search is not what you deserve.
You need to be conscious of the natural selection.


P5: If you are becoming the finest of the wheat;
nature shall make wonders feeding your stomach
and healing your spinning mountains.

Parables of lineages #

P1: What is my lineage in this earth ?
I beg to the nature to expose my sincere pathway.
Through countless mistakes I am nearing my solid middle path.
Lot of contact points; conscious nodes;
They all want to love me; lionize me; spade me ;
embrace me; embarrassed by me;

P2: Though and thoroughly I am trying to focus
my internal energy and zen effects towards Catholicism.
There should be a minimalistic road to faith.
Excess of worship can make belief and faith a mockery of god.
I don't want to follow that road; however evangelical it is.

P3: My road may be that of a camel; of polar bear;
or even of marching ants.At any cost, I don't want to be bipolar
to become a spider which is narcissistic in its own web.
It hails its drowned pathways and its glorified being in nothingness.

P4: I don't like to be a scared crow.
Yet I am the most scary and scared mind in the factory of life.
I want to be conscious up to the level of super-ego;
however I am a perfect unconscious being
with instinctual paradigms delving under fire. 

P5: Now I know the distance from strike to a riot is very large
and animistic one. I pray for it not to become cannibals too either.
My pains are my dreams and they deliver and delve with pains too.

P6: Skin deep silence and sleep full of snails are the balms unlikely.
And I am shameful to say that dreams are my songs too.
Songs never cease to be uttered verses.
Poems does not crave for the words.
Words seldom are lost in translation.
Basically all were green; red and blue.

Parables and annotations ...

P1: Time has come ripened for me to revive my faith.

From the terrains of die hard ratioality,

I am swimming past the continents of wisdom.

P2: Mass psycology is an interesting topic.

How religion is an impulse of life is worth studying.

Commonsense is somethingthat cannot exist

of its own. It lives through the heart of people.

P3: The relationship between a parable

and a message is also an aspect for observation.

Identity of God is nothing

but a reason to be rationale and emphathatic.

P4: Living the life of a saint involves interacting

with angels and daemons alike; aloft.

No day is to regret about.

The pace of nature cannot be judged so easily.

It recalls the history and idea of God.

P5: Minimise your enemies; Maximize your friends.

A walk away through esplanade theatre made me an enchanted boy.

The spirits of love and passion: they are my travelling madness.

P6: My small episodes of travelogues are reminding me of my past years.

I could take a deep dive into my childhood.

Much has happened; many stoneshave been over turned.

Yet life remains causal and beautiful to the fullest.

P7: Greater charisma of the God has been the guiding spirit

and guardian angel in this episode of crisis. My love for the wonders

of this magic island has turned my nightmares into uncounted proportions.

P8: Stalemate continues  over my next destination

and the larger chapter of destinations. I have met my fate at many cross overs.

Parables and parabolics of love

P1: Life is turning out to be an interesting jigsaw.
I am traversing a magical last supper to be in destiny of a daily bread.
Need to tweet a lot about how religion has activated myself
which was once the twig of my life.

P2: Need to be a catholic in the purest of the senses.
Yet, I need to show my love for the masses of all the religions.
Liberating spirits of semitic religions and my narcissist
tendencies are the most important challenges in my pathways.

P3: My life needs to be an artwork;
wherever in the world I need to be a simple man out of these worldly affairs.
Be a good leather for the leaves of my grass.
It may seem to be odd to the human eyes;
but I need to cleanse this magic island out of its original sins.

P4: This is the only way I can find out the emperor love in my, myself.
Let my songs of innocense breed and bread thousand of fractals.

P5: As Godard said once;" every thought shall recall the debris of a love".
My love for life shall be an endless story like the bridge between
nano-life and relativistic motion of planetary system.
Natures lures me to decrypt many more pearl leaves out of its factbook.

P6: Only time be the tide in this titanic voyage.
When voices of god are unheard, only life can be the light of Asia.
Henceforth this universe. Buddhist dialectic is nothing but
laughing Buddha and melancholic Jesus and melodramatic Krishna.

P7: Love knows no dialectic; only a semiotic balance of signs.
It is our duty to be righteous and upright about it.
Passion of Christ is to traverse and converse with all the people of all the lost worlds.

P8: In the sixth, seventh and the eighth senses, no racism can exist;
there are no extremes or poles, only righteous middle path.

Parables and Crosstalks ...?

P1: Life is a melting pot that waits for songs
of innocence.Even seven continents of wealth
and five dreams of mercy could not quench my thirst and hunger.

P2: Though I love angels of white are naked in love;
we need black elephants of life which are dark
and awaiting the deities of moon.All absorbing rain has just begun;
a with a rhapsody of wellness.

P3: Dawn of a day; the residues of a nightmare
tried to encapsulate my morning spirits.The self-realization
is always quasi-spiritual. It has a smell of earth.
The passion of a south-eastern wind. Unity of light and life.

P4: The subdued flow of energy can inspire the breadth
of light upon the fort of madness.The mainstay of inspiration
is a conversation with the masses. Mass is always
the source and destination of energy.

P5: Time and money are two constraints in every one's life.
The same antonyms are entities posited in
the third volume of capital by Karl Marx.
Money is a double edged sword;
whereas time is a triple edged one.

P6: Fear of fear is the best medicine for arrogance.
Why am I arrogant? why do I converse impatience
despite nearing the zen designs.Spirit of freedom
should understand the terrains of peace.

P7: Unlimited skies of freedom is not what I cherish.
I am convinced that all the good entropic of universe
where the weapons of nature some
time in the past and later in the future.

P8: To look far and future you should be a banyan tree
grasping the intricacies of life like a leaf out of a green land.

Parables through a semi-colon

P1: Why is my mind turbulent
Like a tide out of its times
Braving the tsunamis of tyrrants

P2: The holy trinity of life is engaging me
Like Moses, I will bring spirited fire
From which mountain; what shall it wither ?

P3: What shall Hanuman do to invent a new religion?
Why to struggle for artificial intelligence
When cup of tea is in a hurry