In the garden of the sin...

In the garden of the sin...
The man cooks broth,
Until all the ravens fall in,
To eat up the wrath...

The mother of the dusk,
And her Sun,
Set up and down,the cook,
Because no rest,was not fun...

Water droplets...

My life,
is not a bubble,born on the water surface...
My life,
are born when the bubble bursts to have a short life...
they are the water droplets...

My life,
is not the a lotus leaf,pure,a beautiful jewel arcade...
My life,
are the pearls,on the leaf,which cleanse,decorate,go away...
they are the water droplets...

My life,
is not the water,made of water droplets,in which life thrives...
My life,
are the pieces of clouds,clashing,breaking,dropping down,to die inside...
they are the water droplets...


My life,
is not in a mind,of mine,in which thoughts move and reside...
My life,
are the figments,doomed to life,because they think,they think...
they are the water droplets....

My life,
they are the water droplets,who all together merge,to life...
My life,
they are the water droplets,who serve together,to die...

Water droplets...

My life,
is not a bubble,born on the water surface...
My life,
are born when the bubble bursts to have a short life...
they are the water droplets...

My life,
is not the a lotus leaf,pure,a beautiful jewel arcade...
My life,
are the pearls,on the leaf,which cleanse,decorate,go away...
they are the water droplets...

My life,
is not the water,made of water droplets,in which life thrives...
My life,
are the pieces of clouds,clashing,breaking,dropping down,to die inside...
they are the water droplets...


My life,
is not in a mind,of mine,in which thoughts move and reside...
My life,
are the figments,doomed to life,because they think,they think...
they are the water droplets....

My life,
they are the water droplets,who all together merge,to life...
My life,
they are the water droplets,who serve together,to die...

atonement.

...
he caught the punch,
from the air,from the fist,
from fists-fire that burns,the air,
around the wick-a seeking protrusion,
from the wax below...
and on his face he blew,
the storm,with whirling winds,
that carry the obnoxious dirt,
sheathing the fragrances,at depths...

the skin on knuckles,bled,
awakened snow,melting,
under the baby sun crimson red...
to waters sparkling,pristine,
meandering,from corners,
of the eyes-looking at the image,
of the man,who had been him,
on the mirror-a river which erodes,
the earth,all the time,to mud,more useful...

the reflection made him all new,
the pain-the wind,cooled to breeze...
filling his breathe with fragrance,
the eyes had a new light,
light,that dissolved the tears,
and blood,to make twilight,
light,reached the abyss of the mind,
the mind-the flowing river,to evolve,
into soil,with trees and fruits,of efforts and truths...


... he atoned...
...through introspection...

Retarded...

Fell in love,
At a very young age...
and it was all and a craze...
soon he left,
for another girl,a child,
he had many reasons,
they all seemed,right...
like the eyes and it's light....
so,it's been a pleasure,since then,
to assume,that the flaws are on this side,
he is still the brave,charming,prince,
of the treasured,fairy tale,
which is still under editing,
after the first print,
cast reduced to only 2,
the princess is her own knight...
but nothing to fight!


she spent so much time,
that she is still seventeen,
in her mind!

No matter- still matters...

You turned your face and walked,
you left...
I saw your back,it slowly vanished,
nothing was felt...

Nothing lasts forever,
And voids are unleashed,
But with vacuum they're filled...
So, so much,nothing in it...

Who knew?Nothing can hurt?
haha...

(Nothing)nothing can hurt...
No matter,no what...
Know what?Know what not?
no matter-still matters...

Nothing lasts forever,
It's true,nothing lasts forever...
One of many many truths,is nothing...
Nothing is true,nothing so true...

Nothing(nothing) can hurt...
No matter,no what...
Know what?Know what not?
no matter-still matters...

Searchlight...

....
i am insane,insane,
'cos you wrote it on my forehead....
dear, listen,
i am insane,'cos you wrote it on my forehead....

.
.

all of you now,say "it should'n ve been,destined-
for me, in such a way, regrets,our condolence"

....
hehe,
allright!

'cos i am insane,
and it is already destined...
and very emphatically,
carved on my forehead...
i'll light it up,bright,incandescent,
like a million fire-flies-
dancing,swaying,always moving....
jumping,seeing,seeking, glowing,
many many possibilties...

i'll light it up,bright,burning,
with all my fuel and fire,
which had to be dormant,
but, always yearning, yet...


i'll light up my forehead,
i'll use it as searchlight,
to find unknown truths,
'cos i have a new perspect...

the light shall,engulf in,
and radiate,
atleast one truth,
all the sane men,could never find...

i am insane,
but not handicapped,
i am enabled,very enabled,
to get enlightened....


i wont live in a shell,
there's fire boiling,
in my every blood cell...
i am crazy,but contributing....

i am crazy,but contributing,
in my own way...
is everyone so?
if not,are they still acceptable?