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....