Courtesy@ Abhishek Dutta

## Some Engraved scripts I analysed this week rattling across the wardrobe shelf of my cluttered Classics/Vedics/Philosophy books...  > Symbol and signifiers need not be same always! >Cosmic consciousness is always simpler to understand than so called Quantum resurrection. >Stories - Languagaes heard ; Rituals - Languages performed. >Few are actually seeking resolution to the ANGST of existence! >MALE - Intangible inner realities of life/cosmos. >FEMALE - tangible outer realities of nothingness and everything comes out of nothingness..whoaaa....!! >EGO validates its existence by seeking CONTROL of outer materialistic WORLD and also to get its ACKNOWLEDGMENT back! > If you decide to live by the LAW OF THE JUNGLE , be ready to die with the LAW OF THE JUNGLE!! >>Mostly there is a cruelty of SOCIAL RULES that often IGNORE feelings in the purpose to establish ORDER in the FABRIC of SO CALLED OUR OWN CREATED SOCIETY

Monumental today in the mood when I am passing by the street Gazing back into my own memory lane for seeking the realistic attire of my own innocent raw thoughts Concluding only to begin again where I stopped For the sake of pure sultry ego I carried for a divine blissful yet unsatisfactory conclusion Manifesting a lot over a lot However tying to conceal and break it all at the same dilemma with the significance Of conceptual poles and holes. The ark and the raiders might be able to set my spirit high To relocate what is being sought at the most since ages among us Finally satisfactory enough to conclude over the mechanical concepts my ego less dilemma Coming out from the same memory lane!! No conclusions anymore Got the rightful preaches I needed. The blasphemy is still contaminated with the baseless offerings subliming my blissful divine conclusion. Yet I feel like delivering the masterpiece in all walks and spheres Not to adulterate the miscible into the potion ...

That corner of the corridor is calling that art; Mingled and muddled with stubborn piece of dirt and ash: Yielding and longing for the territory to bind it free!! However, it may not appeal every time thou! But , perhaps , the sublime mix of idea has eclipsed and engulfed them all at the same pace! Thinking and adjectives have all nullified to gravity And the persona sways into and even flows into the spirits of the emerald palm--- Whosoever has the imagery to conclude peace and sovereignty, And at the end of the day the parched leaves blazes the oliver. If not , but still little ounces of tears remain' As stated ; Mingled and muddled with stubborn piece of dirt and ash: Yielding and longing for the territory to bind it free!! And look up not down ,if possible to let it freeze.

HASHTAG##Linguistics and emotions go hand in hand; Phrases and patterns necessarily may not be linear always! Design and Mechanisms....rather all the "-isms" are quite bi-polar: Above are all the interpolated thoughts , some are quite facts extracted out of my own experience - However , may be quite similar to the hierarchy of a comprehension perforating from the insights of an aching heart!! The demons and the hounds of something or someone lurks in the subtle sheen of the eyes where all the segments and articles of purity and evil merges- Perhaps, it is astounding to say that these are all phases and parts of life....rather "larger than life"##HASHTAG

Absurdism comes everytime with a new definition Collission of human thoughts with its artistic anomaly is ambiguous in nature The phoenix has still certain parts to glow whenever flame is there swaying into the bushes of approximity The blooming bud of insidious pain is lightning striking sharp at the pillar of facial crest Sailing through the niches of unicorns in a faraway land The ribosomes are dazzling with symbolic heritance . . . .This is a part ...a flavour of Absurdism mixed with ......!!!!

The desire of harem: the flame of luminous eccentric wounds! Leaving unblemished- Asking for the satire of peace In a new linguistic..in my own beehive; As a premonition of technology,unwinding my taste The nuclear 3G purging my celibacy. Still herewith my disjointed thoughts as a colloidal embrace; Grabbing the anatomy the phantoms of thy arteries, In a monologues pattern with no connections; Just frozen numb as a cold ; and horribly good creature Of an anonymous and noble descent!.......that harem still resides Embarking the bosonic fluids of Eden.....