Paintings are exhibiting
Into the realm of mind
Through the art of
Doing or not doing.
That’s good, that’s good
Heavy storm appears
Into the impressionist mind
Of a hungry Van Gogh.
From non-being to being
From empty to infinite
For those who keeps faith
On source, will have
3rd December, 2016
Don’t cling to the idea
Let it create and be vanished
Through the softness of water.
If you don’t cling to the idea
The Tao will have activated within you
Like the yielding of water that absorbs idea.
1st November, 2016
Today I walked down a round around the city
Through the rhythm of Tao like a deep tube,
Gazing and enjoying the game of puppy
While I got back there’s a tinge of moonlit only.
And think twice about the future of the doggy hoods
That gave rise an idea, If I would be a rich enough
I’ll create a sanctuary for the street dogs
Where they can enjoy their instinctive drift
That has been shattered by the name of humanity!
20th November, 2016
I just wanted love and tented to be passionate
of Schumann’s works.
But what turned me into such hollow?
and threw you away in the urban heap,
along with the most precious memories.
Oh, that day regained all of these again
Into my brain!
Walked and searched throughout the alleys of burgeoning age
Where still some of your loosen hairs were floating at the air!
8th October, 2016
Chopin is something where always true love exists
Blooming within the truth and lie.
All the songs that I heard till now
All bound to fall timely or untimely.
But then only Chopin remain
Withstands against the all odds,
And ask, will you go back to Renaissance?
Intend to destine to Baroque?
Or tend to moor into his Romantic!
Where Louisiana always spreads her hand out
And drags me to the woods.
The scatter notes of jazz
Turns out into the outright trivia.
Chopin, I can’t play your Nocturnes anymore
Perhaps, it is too late
To moor up in your Island!
6th October, 2016
Why should I teach life?
Oh, the cunning stupid forever
You just suck and suck the whole world
Through your that fervent dickhead!
Yes, you could labeled me as castrated one, impotent!
Striving to decorate the household like the refuges.
Just muse at this meaningless shadow
Being as a crow of civilization…..
Perhaps you would grasp one day
That I was wondered by the life
Among the millions of sprouting ignorant.
2nd October, 2016
Here every path
Carrying certain memories
Thus my heart get withered
Since everywhere you stepped down
From the bus station
To the university.
Smashed down all the hopes
Of our precious love
For the time….
Sudden rain like a sudden whim
Has appeared from heaven…..
I got down from the bus
Just following the fragrant of rain
Musing and pondering
On the old words
Of heavenly conversations.
23rd August, 2016