The road that had gone into my mind
And then lost into the mystery
I live with that thrill, utterly.
Yet I never grasp its unfathomable mystery
Yet sometimes through the melodies
Sometimes through the words
And again penetrate into the mind game
Called chess, what never ended up
With a simple lively hiccup
But wasn’t it enough?
Where there are scattered edges of melodies
That I once broke them into my orchestral dreams
Even the rhododendrons, magnifying glasses
That had swept by the scavengers unconsciously
Should I had to stopped, the chess mind think twice!
What I’ve left only for the manifestations!
That never rebounds as mystery!!
Lies, lies or lies all remained as fallacies once,
Hence, it hurts when it’s only sounds
That is why, I keep myself mute
In this remnants of time.
Embodied softness with the dark supple wings
Into the known periphery of mystery.
12th march, 2017