The Ballads of Gravity

The exuberant and epicurean cultural dimensions, prototype deliverance of metro-hetro-sexual identities, together overrule the miscellaneous set of behavior and code of conduct, according to which the cultured identities and  structured pre-cogs are persuaded to the purgatory of cultural extermination and ‘Silencing the Other’ of the Oracle/Center within the space of thought/action/belief/culture/perception/self, and in the Normalized totality of noetic Matrix. Schematic absence of cognitive elements in the form of representative thoughts and reverberations in the cultural and cognitive development/grown up status of a self, produces a spatial structure of numbness and socially dead life-spaces. Anarchy is a resistance to the process of defining the elements and schemata in terms of approvals mirrored. Anarchy is the deliverance of thought encountering the cognitive code of rendering a thought according to the pre-coged system of thought and action determined b...

പറയാതെ പോയ എന്തോ ഞാന്‍ ഇപ്പോഴും ബാക്കി വെയ്ക്കുന്നു, വീണ്ടും കണ്ടുമുട്ടുമ്പോള്‍ ഒരുവാക്കിനായി‌...

Thus the sky fall, The waters replaced the firmament, Plasma filled the vacancies of bodies, Dreams realized the impossibilities of deviant minds, Gravity contradicted itself for the immateriality of elements, I stand still witnessing the cosmic transition of the cosmos- With my Dreams in my hands, realized the deviant. But, everything is not possible.

Ha! My little 'Beautiful' fool! How far you can keep me in your veil? From the shadows of your past? From the perplexities of your fairy imagined persona? From the phantom of your fears? From the traces of your anonymity? From the fragility of your self? And from the abyss of your memories? You can’t, really, my Beautiful little fool! You can't! I have myself imprinted on your deepest innate self of your existence- the soul. How far you will run away from the memories of my anonymous affinity? Since I have made myself the entire universe for you, where will you go? You are chased, haunted, 'Stalked' by my life. You are within the sphere of my enigmatic charisma and memories of undying past you have passed by. I see you 'cause I am there right with you. You still have no idea who I am. Like a zephyr lulls your locks, i am with you forever and forever. "if i cannot see her, at least i can think of her, and so be happy; to light the beggar's ...