The Ballads of Gravity

The eminence of parallel existence and phenomenal synchronization or encountering of my subliminal doppelganger with the cognizance of my ubiquitous existence elevates me unto a state of crazy hyperactivity. The penumbra of my clone is mostly like a phantasmagoria, almost completely foreign to my interests and tastes. I think, I’ve manipulated the possible readings of yin and yang. Hahaha!!!     P.S.:   Yeah! I'm laughing out loud like a 'cocaine sniffed Buddhist' floating on the air under the blue moon!  #She's mine, and as the time witnesses she'll be crowned the queen of  Never Never lands !

"How many did you love after me?' "None. You left me incapable to do so. The insatiable hunger and desire i once had for you, there is only one thing i demand now with the same intensity; Death" P.S.:   the Joker said!

"Your sign is there everywhere around the globe”, I said. And I looked at her again and again. Each time I looked, she became a celestial body of luminous anticipation. Everything else around me was changing , she was my constant universe, and it seemed as though it was a constant constellation of madness, love, beauty, hopes and anticipations; she was crowned the queen of that vast tranquil and luminous celestial universe which was drawn into mine. Time was trapped within the monstrous vacuum of eternity and disentangled into the fragments of memories and dreams. The infinity carved the picture of her and it started to bleed, my heart was torn apart into pieces of her memories and fragments of thoughts. Somewhere far from the imaginations of a non-being, the zephyr carried the songs of Rumi and it lulled the celestial world of mine. “You’ve so distracted me, your absence fans my love. Don’t ask how. Then you come near. “Do not . . .” I say, and “Do not . . . ,” you answer. Don’t ...

The ecstatic soul dancing with pertinacious impeccability, of itself and myself, orchestrates my subtle congruence with parenthetically parallel existence. Reserved Epicureanism contends with the extroversive but strange figures drags me towards the unconditioned and enigmatic spheres. Intellectual monomania adorned with the determinism of the universe and the randomness of human intellect injects crazy thoughts into my cognitive hemisphere. The Lone Rider and the Alpha badge I wear upon signal the impertinent tenacity of my absurdist. The way words originate and behave, things occur and enact attract me unto the abyss of inconsistent interpretations of life. Joie de vivre! The BEAuty of life is just like getting lost in the absolute space and flying to eternity breaking the laws of gravity or driving your Humvee alone into the wild or diving from the sky or going to the north pole or Everest. And happiness of it is doing something stupid and laughing about it for w...