Thinking in pictures

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Approximations

We play on fine sensibility and logic. We look in spaces between our words and words are best approximations. Now we play along with the artists who had their own approximations that tended to infinity not stopping. They reach approximate pie value but not its core beauty that is truth deep in ocean, surrounded by tiger. The tiger is meager approximation in a blue ocean with a rocking boat…

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Dogged follower

A cracked smiling rock was opposite .A man sat in there on a plastic chair,in a morning silhouette. Stillness ruled except to listen intently to a hollow dog’s bark. I was on foundation 2. The sun shone bright in the trees. A dove was cooing relentlessly . This was a nesting season. Two puppies were trying to make friends with me. One of them rose on its hind legs to sniff its wet nose on my…

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Dogged follower

A cracked smiling rock was opposite .A man sat in there on a plastic chair,in a morning silhouette. Stillness ruled except to listen intently to a hollow dog’s bark. I was on foundation 2. The sun shone bright in the trees. A dove was cooing relentlessly . This was a nesting season. Two puppies were trying to make friends with me. One of them rose on its hind legs to sniff its wet nose on my…

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The light you eat

A black dog rises to your stomach, at the municipal office ,from friendship. Dog’s light is in your consciousness held in the stomach and torso of love. Like a sniffer dog at terrorist bomb it sniffs at the light in your stomach the light you eat in men and things and dinosaurs grown into sky-birds.

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In the temple

The pipal gently waved its shadows. The pigtailed priest gave God’s water in your cupped palm and touched your head with His silver- engraved feet. Women were getting ready for their practice lessons for the nine- day harvest dance. They would dance in circles beating each others’ sticks with rhythm.

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Her name is a smile

We ask her who we are and she. She replies by a smile. She knows us by a smile of eyes coming after softly closed doors. Lips are too wide open to admit talking about beastly weather and weather is a fine smile of the sky. Dog smiles in her deep dog sleep at her feet on smiling black rug for her to smile her name open. Her dog’s name is smiling sweet that brings smiles to frozen lips in bodies…

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Dogged followers

The cracked smiling rock is opposite .A man sits in there on a plastic chair ,in a morning silhouette. Stillness rules except to listen intently to a hollow dog’s bark. I am on foundation 2. The sun is bright in the trees. A dove is cooing relentlessly . This is the nesting season. Two puppies were trying to make friends with me. One of them rose on its hind legs to sniff its wet nose on my…

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Glassy eyes, frosted lips

We have a lot of leisure with a few blanks to stare but old you and old I cannot stand and stare. A staring bum has to take a firm stand. You cannot have your leisure with care. Let old you and old I sit and stare. We will stare at that piece of primed up sky and take a peek at the beauty that passed. Let you and I watch from our glassy eyes, frosted lips.

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The festival of sounds

In the sounds festival, we made tiny balls of stones to bang the city’ s walls for their loudest sounds. That was how we cut perfect round holes in wall smiles on the big -tit cine posters. We made such a loud ruckus on the moonless night that the birds would shutter their ears inside mango trees . Not even a flutter could be heard in the leaves.

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Stinkbug

You know what a stink bug is? Come to the shadow of the stone well. I thought it is the black creepy ugh thing we see under the leaf chomping away the leaf wholesomely. It has hair that gets into your skin if touched and starts an irritating itch. The tree is beautiful under the shadow of the stone well. The ugh thing stinks as well. There are water snakes swimming in the well only with their…

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Rain in the night

A desire is a lower body, a higher mind, a midnight’s  rain,  a tree’s stance. A wind that is making midnight unduly vocal. Dogs are contextually missing .But snakes exist in their slither down the drainpipe of rainwater. The rain slams  the sleeping voices of  drunk watchmen fitfully  alert with their sticks. Their wives’ laughter stays hidden in a medulla , a hibiscus flower meant for goddess…

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So it went

Bannerjee  is resting on a crowded attic with flood  surrounding his home and floating people about. He only had a pillow to comfort him in the flood as he looked down dizzily.  He spotted all his things including his sparse furniture floating about on the waters.  His  knowledge of world history wouldn’t help. There was a whole tipsy turvy string cot that came running on the waters. He could…

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Slowly my dear

I see the eyes are falling and the falling is all over the London bridge, where all screams can be heard like what Edward Munch painted. Sorry, you are seeing only a partial selection in these sparse lines. If you wish to read any further you can subscribe to Pro version or enjoy a series of commercial ads voluntarily watching the ads and never again click the skip ad button till the ad comes to…

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Snot green

(Ulysses James Joyce) Sea is our great sweet mother, the snot-green sea ,the scrotum-tightening sea. Snot-green sea , what is that? Snot green? Isn’t it bad to call sea snot green? However cynical you may be? Can’t associate its breath-taking beauty with mucus. And then the scrotum-tightening sea fills us with terror. I have in the earlier times wondered why the scrotum tightens fear? But now I…

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Gratefulness

Just like the poet Robert Bly , we prefer to tuck into the bed first and hear the wife rustling about. Of course, every night we convey our gratefulness to God for the rustling and to the poet Bly to remind us thus. (Reading Robert Bly’ s poem Climbing into bed)

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Clothesline

With a rainy sky hanging out from our balcony, the clotheslines are hoisted in four and two drying rods. Now and then we pull a plastic string down as if to send up our wet clothes into the very heavens.

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3 fragments

This I -note refuses “|” to be same as “l” in the I-Phone, since “I” seems egotistical. There ,a small-sized sparrow chirps on a recent window .The window blows in wind. The sparrow flies off to another. An electric kettle is hissing that l can make my green tea .I shall add a dash of ginger or rather fragments to tea.