The Not-self that snuggled down
Hover as beetle around the corners of the fifteen and twentieth floors
Fade away promptly within the runway before it soars up through the window span.
I took a sigh of a sorrow-less wizard in the digital speed!
Henceforth he wont be imprisoned inside the bottle of morality anymore
Rather muse about the aliens
And then fainted within the planet without any intention.
You won’t find an alley over there
Even in there Holy Lexicon
Therefore air show goes on
Through the absence of “happiness”
Alter-self wondered after seeing the Phoenix Kites
that glided around the empty sky!
Life of the middle age always throbbed, always sweats
Dips the scripture which has already been lost it’s inherit necessity
Hence, the old Chinese and the Indian treatises manifest
Ardently besides all entreaties
Let the triumph long endure
Of the Indians
Of the Chinese
Of the watery philosophies
Let brace the impact of the original
Which manifests in the open eyes
Become tangible easily in the palm
And the logic full of cup brims easily!
The filthy fate has already been burned thoroughly
The new-ism is already placed its stance
Fuming the silence and sizzling the vile
Bequeath the greatness of the realm of water
Through the water flow
Through the sorrow-less stream
and yet my new life!
The mind without water always steels to face something difficult
thats why it embraces stiffness. Tatooed with rigid emblem that never disappear!
If you can inject water into your mind only then you can return to your serenity, in reality or precisely to the originality.
I had a guitar to strum it in the park
Only of the dalliance with a tree caused to forget you
The broken drums set and the invisible Piano saying
The golden sexophone with its broken teeth saying
I want you, I want you darling
In this late in the evening
Very lately with this witherd physique
after crossing the Himalya
And yet, thinking here onto the Alpse
To draw you with the dried up brushes and colors
And thus floating on the boat of the painting
Yes I know, its very late!
Umm, its very late!
In the depth of life
I found only you
but yet, I lost you in my lush
now, I’m running after water
But not for the quench
I’m here for the mystery mountain
Flowers bloom and leaves withered
Practicing wordless teaching
Evening falls like Gogh’ painting
Mist silhouetted the zen garden
And I spared……
Life goes on, and the life goes on
Being give births to non-being
Just listening the saying
Non-being bluing the labyrinth beneath the valley
Husk of ritual whirling through misty
Hence, shall be dusty
And the life closed its history!
6th march, 2016
Love the water
Love the falling leaf
Love to be none being
Love to be transcended being
Don’t look at the mirror
As you bulk up fast,
Instead spill your fat
As you grown up last.
Try to go back to your enfant stage
strecth down your life out of craze,
Be supple and soft like a yogi
Instead of huge hulk junkie!
Embrace the philosophy of Patanjali
And throw the life style of popularity!
2nd march 2016
World is my part
Its always expanding
And so to my mind
World has many dimensions
As I could be define through many angles
If you ask an ant it would say something different
It could even labeled me as something as ever evolving
But not forget to ask the butterfly
Who’s fragile wings always flatters
Colors always changes through harmony
Then you could approach a tree about me
He would say, ‘oh the world is beautiful’
He couldn’t even identify you as a different being
Thus the way it always sees the world