"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.....