The Tale of the Paan or of the pain of that Tail

Fixtures are decided by the time zones they fit as per the metaphysical neoconstant of unread to facebook is equal to infinity.
This was the motto of that secret bard of His Highness as he boasted that the Snake was true and that he saw it.
Rashid as if to break the monotony of a unilateral discussion, blurted out,'I know it Saiyed,slithering and slime,a death lingering but not yet hungry,devoid of hunger it preys,looling sometimes as though dreaming of death ,I seen it all and dread it.That seven headed serpent who exists among those thousands glittering stars of a moonless sky split apart after that binge of monsoon rain.'

That mini durbar was broken and split after that.It was then her lover spoke up.He swept his eyes across the drunk wandering and tired set of their friends who would wake up not remembering how thin that tail actually was.It was that part of the myth that he put straight.He said to the assembly,yes that bittersweet paan raises of the red wet lips,those visions when you enter that chamber in the dark, end up in the faint of a moonless yet lighted sky adorned by stars, glistening rupture of  power at the tip of your finger.The biggest Ruby casting its spell.I cannot continue he shivered and left that assembly of pawns.



Those priceless pearls of the land of Eiderabad where  priceless for some different reason altogether but one was certain most faces were books and others books without faces.

The question of them Questions and that Quest

The most difficult question to ask is, why are we doing this.The point of view of trying to understand the most accurate response is dependent on which time zone you travel.
However,when Ashli was wicked and in love with Literature he would pose this question, to the consternation of his teachers and flow away somewhere to find that freedom beyond the blues of determinism noted in those Neill'ean characters.

Patience is the key through which you Sandy, sense time and see the truth as it has appeared and that which is not blurred by that angular motion of moving wheels.Mate, the right to ask questions is dependent on the right to listen to the response and those who do not eschew logic of waiting for responses ask those questions in vain because they cannot comprehend or care about the reality of answers but ask in jest.

Hamlet stood out on those counts Sandy,he never asked questions in vain.
His ultimate question was to his own self.That soliloquy,which most most moderns, I emphasise,will forget and phase out and blot in the memory of Monologues to each his own no Differentiation of that soliloquy and this monologue.

The signs of the system:Answers before questions

This is the scientific theory of the study of language as proposed by literary theorists.Lacan,Sassure,Bakhtin,
Barthes and Kristeva.
In critically analysing the question of Horway ,as a rare occurrence in Literature, a metaphorical equal being the testing of the hypothesis that Venus exists, where a real Hamlet led to a great tragedy.
The question," Is Hamlet insane",will continue to haunt a new generation.

Teach is to Learn.....to learn too much is Hamlet?

This was the essential question which amazed the lull out of  The Nizam, slowing  his, that trip caused by the stain of betelnutleafconcotion, a quintessential Eidreabadi mix which in the words of the poet bawdy, was the beginning of an experience which is beyond the ecstatic as he claimed and often bragged.His experience with that source of the red soul reaching drip of sa'liciouseness often figured in the books of those poets, shut out from popular society, which he figured he was a part Author Off.

It was however a closedsecret astohow some sections of the society, had come to know that he, Nizams so called bawdy poet, also celebrated the beginning of those famous endings which moved like that wild west wind or of moors up there where the contrasts are shades of sloth and embroidery extraordinary and that bloody Unicorn which I never shot but come up on the the camera.

The Horway people took the easy way, avoided the trap, claimed that nobody in their progressive  locale knew who Hamlet was in stark contrast to the way of life presumed to be the ethos of being under the flag.The prison was fettered,quiet hardly to say so, to handle an act of Hamletian proportions, even before Hamlet drew the sword or thought of what love is to live or to life.

Sometimes ghosts walk past and sometimes those beneficent ones give a glimpse of certainity of truth, a double horizon, as inexplicable as that poets truth.













































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