Forever....

Poseiden faded from eyes...
The hope that i saw in god...
Remove powers in me....

I am no villian , but a disciple of fate..
I am no pure , my temple is no more sacred...
If her prophecy is my tendency , then i ask mortality..,
this is the only way i can adore her..

The gods on the otherhand faked .... And i've forfeited , but i will not escape ...
Together we will unfortunate our expectations...
My philosophy is philanthropic , i offer her victory....

If i ever say... Where there were no words , but a faith that you all understood me.
Then it's our time to sleep for the longest night...
If i descend with my arms wide open...
Then all it needs is a last hug.. That says never leave me alone , tie me in an unbreakable chains with you...
Don't make me fall , paint me a statue white..
What are you thinking , give me a hand....
We'll break this misguided statue of might....

Now the stage is set.....
Sabotages are the final benedictions from my peoples...
That throne &
Those hearts who covered their eyes for as in a belief or trust to my intangible promises.... I am sorry....

Let these curtains open , this theatre will never close....
Every empty evening will cry , every empty reasons will crash in a sorrow.....
Forgive me if it's so early... But a "forever" is all i am with......

If i ever say.... What future narrates is every mortal victories will bring immortal defeats....
Then We will not accept this , let tomorrow never grow....

Now the stage is set.... Let these curtains open on us.... Wash the entrance ... Next sunlight will not be pleased....
These windows will never be closed...
Every empty chair will cry...
Every empty moments will bond to picture us , every mortal defeats will bring immortal victories... When we'll sing this last serenade for our love for life.....
What a beautiful gift...
What a beautiful mistake...
What an imperfect journey...
What an innocent love chorus sung by infant
What a pretty child.... Blind me... Our baby is falling away.... Our lovehope... Our child..

Lets sing this last serenade for the silence that cried on my sadthrone......
I am sorry mother , my path never taught falsehood....
I lied to you.... That i went to might princess...
Just had a crush to die in your arms...
Now don't come in my path....
You are weakening me , don't corrupt me....

We shall share this fate...
We shall share this celebration...
Behind the sleepless fog is she who lied herself , destining us to fall...
Spit on that crown....
This wicked heart always gets heavy , these Tears are plague...
I've nothing to offer.... We, those who were destined as the weak sunset....
For this last time , my peoples.... All i can say is die with honour....

"flying rhino"

a coloristic inconvenience refracting a lounge.....
where a natural human commands gathered sources...
i am unword but a faith that we understand each other...
we were like maniacs...
let there be light, let there be control...

"it feels like _______ when you know your life is a devotion"

consciousness driven by helixes...
consciousness developing a triptych...
consciousness unfolding it...
let there be control, let there be consciousness...
& we entered the exit...

""back there... for every mile covered... i was getting close to him... at the back seat.... some dopers consumed their joints...
and it beautified when the instrument played some sound that speaks like...
"kaliedoscopic colors,
psychotropic sounds,
geometric hallucinations,
the answers will be found..."
that sound furnished me big...
i was on that path...
A mesmerizing path...""

"it's like i have been living this life... but being someone else"

we entered the garden of daisies...
we entered uncultured...
we entered atmosphere...

relaxed vortex... an experience... my saviour...


Waiting for moonlight...
music repeats itself...
music floats on an echo...
music like an aircraft...
music like a voyage...
A music like him...

Waiting for moon shine...
we entered pure ...
we entered spiral house...
We entered the skyline...
from where i could see myself... and everyone...
colors splashed, auras flashed...
except mine... which was colorless...
i stared me
who was i...

they tranced the floor... they deranged the dance...
that was there devotion... a shamanic devotion...
a hippie constitution... that was a flight beyond insanity...

the time stopped... &
i entered quantum...
i gazed at my sight...
a flying rhino passed me by... much lighter... but was blindfolded...
making his way to the gateway of dreams...

a rhino covered in "chandan"... that was ethnic...
chandan in it,s flute... "vismaya" in it's sitar...
life is nothing but a bunch of closed strings...

it was like a dream... as soon as you get your eyes off it..
it is gone...
i gazed at my sight... who was i...
like a dream... as soon as you get your eyes off him...
he is gone...

a rhino like a jamaican sitting... next in a hash bazaar...
counting on his stuff... "marrying the melody... i will
find the way to the sun..."

a rhino like a woman...
a woman in her dreams... a dream like a "shringara"...
a mirror like a photograph pointing... you are in lotus...
so lovely she looks... carved in stones... her sensuous poses
eyes of a deity... jeweled her bosoms to neck area...
a vicious move of a decorated golden capsule...
when capsule popped out a scent of rajasthani spices...
the rhino opened his eyes and
looked at me and said "how about a spice..?"

and i entered exit...

i felt something... my consciousness...
that's how i saw you...
i am in his arms...i know that i know...
and that skyline seemed thousands of miles away...
back was the old git... around me those same israelies and
indian friend...

we tranced the floor... we deranged the dance...
that was our devotion... shamanic devotion...
that was my first rave... someone complemented me
"son of northern mother"...
we entered atmosphere... we entered uncultured...
we were in old manali ... we were in spices...
that was a flight beyond insanity into the painted sky...
where code was r.u.d.r.a.k.s.h.....

Solstice

Thing happens when i look at the sky....don't know when it will descend on me,..

Thing happens when ever i fall to rise...

Thing happens when i want to correct myself...whenever i crawl to justify..

Thing happens when she repeats every single words i said....

Who are you ?... Are you a dream or a syndrom,,,
if you are a magic or a syndrom,,.. Your eyes are same as mine..

Thing happens whenever i try to search myself and result in you....

There are times when there is nothing i could see...,,and a thing happens when i just want to see you...

I don't remember you...who r you ?
Are you a dream or a syndrom...
Are you a magic or a dog star...
your scream is same as mine....

A floral seduction...a mystery you are,,

sunflower that changes it's direction....An honor for unfolding process of life...

Alone in these woods i can hear you chanting...you are every where,,

please come forth... I know i am your victim..

An enigma ... A transformation of souls.... You are in me and i am in you...

I am weak , a perpetuality...
Obscure you , a tragedy...
You emanate such a sweet melody...

Please come forth,,,i know i am your victim...

Alone in these bamboos..,, my dive into forbidden landscape ...

Where buddha a centre,,

In this shrine , my fall shrinks..

I tried to manifest his stillness that is overwhelming me,,..

Buddha has a secret,, an honor for unfolding process of life...

Buddha has that answer,,.. Conundrum to explore...

facing buddha ,, staring him... it needs courage,,...that destroyed my interiors...

facing ambience ,, thought's enlighted...,, it needs courage...a rage against silence...

that sound rose again.... a high pitched flute was "shakuhachi"...
embracing darkened emotions......

her voice .... a shout ,, she cried loud ,,
angst in itself... incision pertaining 'trance'.....
that was beyond utopia....


what is leave's life??...just like tears....that falls..
buddha cleaved my faith........
but he opened his eyes........

If i was the chosen one... Or was my myth like a frozen sun...

Was that my second dive....
Or a moment of clarity....

His lusture was not decent....
His lucidity was not kind.....
Unexpected occurence , senses denied....

Now i have that secret...
I know what 'thrillout' are his eyes....
Prodigiously a ruler , beautiful eclipse , like a solstice...

what is leave's life??...just like tears....that falls..
buddha cleaved my faith........
but he opened his eyes........

Was that all decided...or...
A flaw that had a flow....

Shrine turned into a space....
That reflected "three geikos "...
One playing "shakuhachi"...
Other "shamisen".. middle one was the mistress.....

She rolled her eye lashes....
As virgin as innocent....
Danced she... Or tranced me...

Her kimono an art... Powder shades of blue and green, relating waves , ...followed by two suns ,Explaining unusual....

Her purple obi , a contrast...
Her posture.. Her moves...
Like a mythology that proves... spirituality

Holding umbrella high , she turned her painted back ..
Opened her folded fan...That she spinned...
Adding the glory of her side face ...
She smiled....
An impossible view...

She started shivering....
Her posture.... Her moves...
Like telling a story...
"sun supressed by a rainfall forever".....

She turned ... &
she turned...
She visioned the sky with a rage..
I was in love... "that was sun's fury... To rise again...."

Rhythms of shamisen... Was like a soul to the back ground....
& she was gone...

I followed her to the garden....
But she was gone......
All I waited was her...
All I prayered was she...
I waited for dawn....
But sun never espoused her.....
Nothing like dawn came into play....


Garden was she...
"That never had sunrise"....
I was in love....
Her love was my destiny....
A perseverance...
An ecstacy....

I waited there for her , whole my life......
That garden was eternal...
A solstice.....





i can hear you chanting...you are every where,,

please come forth... I know i am your victim....