You could buried the life alive
About to be happened
For this life!
Hence for an unknown reason
I had to born thrice
For a good slice!
Being born thrice
Means encounter adolescence
Thus a notable span of time
Have been blowing away
Only to get the fruition.
What is the age?
I asked the mirror instead of clock
While a heap of manly Mona Lisa’s sorrows
Being gathered at the back stage.
But yet life still blinks as the light of toilet
Nothing couldn’t interfere her
It’ll quench fully automatically
14th March, 2017
Why you get hurt within the harsh reality?
Since you born with the little wings of dove
That’s why migrating process to the another planet
Has been impeded in this eve, however you would
Disperse the words and notes where they tend to go
And Be a dangled bat of falling lift of torn out chain
Wasn’t it good enough since you have left some traces?
In the romance of oystering
In this premature time!
8th July, 2016
Yet a long drought in heart
Bought longing bikes have been abandoned today
Hangout stories in our lost café staring eyes still….
How they vanished so fluently?
I believe you wrote down all of it!
Through your fervent enthusiasm once a tedious night
Turned into a full moonlight, I can still remember that
Never thought about the mystery
That made me so happy!
Today you’ve also faded away into the rain
Perhaps you took a refuge under the grove
Where I once listened your cadence carefully
While the whole city is inundated by the flood water
Please come and joint with me dear!!
5th July, 2016
Here comes the sun through the porous of rain forest
Where everything seems hairy like the many unseen earth
The roots of deciduous all covered with rainbow like bushes
Some could spot out, some not
I could see, being as a tree
Why I cant give up “I”?
Or else I could lost
Into the shades of arbors.
Impetuousness where never stomps
The red armies of ants march all around
Yes, I will, I will
One day, I will free from
Everything, even from lustrous “I”
Perhaps would be born again
As green clumps of earth
At least life will go
In the spirit of selflessness.
5th July, 2016
I know why my life is so beautiful
People want to know my livelihood?
I answer them the truth
They want to know more about me?
I reply them this is only my mind
I live only with the joy of mind!
An intellectual who always think he is the genius only
Always tend to find out my flaws
He asked me reversely,
Why are you so supple?
I answered him, it is the reflection of my mind
Cause I’m made up with the mud of my mind
That’s why I’m so soften!
A cunning beard person always give me the sermons
And say to me, righteousness brings serenity
I replied him, I only believe in the purity of mind
Cause through this mind I see, hear
That’s why I know why my life is so beautiful!
29th June, 2016
At last end of the eve, self have been sacrificed
Now I became joyous like the Earth.
In mirth sometimes I lied across the rivers
Where the history dance between the grasses
And again touch the sky and the sun
Without squinting while gazed
Yet the tears dripping down
And reminds me that, I was a being once!
Rising from the Pacific aftermath
Seeing the rain-forest, give rise a feelings of delta
Cause once I was moving around the silted land.
While I reach to the Himalaya as a big bird
And become a not-self while meditate
Then again I enter into the realm of music
Give rise the feelings of musician
Whilst I had a Garth of notes!!
And lit the torch of music,
In the Olympic!
26th June, 2016
Hathaway, please bring peace
across the green woods
where the gorse’s peep
with it’s tawny tinge.
Hathaway, one day I’ll meet
robbing the sweet yellow
in a turpentined street
with monastic hinge.
24th June, 2016