Let it blow first as it’s the only volatile
Lets die before you get the ticket of freedom.
And behold the mystery but not the manifestation
Cause its simply the trivial coloring……
Thus, we be the temple of serenity, not a piece of form!
Let not urge for the explanation, oh my ancient friends
Who could grasp the words among the tacit wordings
Let decorate the life through the true words
And twirl within the watery flow
Desire-less, crave-less blow!!
Where the night is bright
And the day without tongue
Let me flow through the words of slip of paper
And let me be soft as water as it accomplish everything.
28th April, 2016