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Sunday, 12 February 2017

Six days of life.

Dew on the hanging leaf blade,
Carpeted frost on the ground,
and those ripples on the pond,
Twitches the the pulse,
Until it fades.
And then you forgot the pleasure they gave,
With its sink.

Do you ever realize more is never enough for us.
The questions in our head are thunderous,
But answers are limited,
Resolutions are stagnant.
And we keep searching with no definition,
And then we're answer-less to oneself,


Why we making it hard?
'Because we're never okay until we see something bold,'
Why waste time on bad days?
'Because we're weak, we can't live the shit out that consume us.
At last we're huge jungle carnivore, always hungry and preying,
NEVER SATISFIED.

Walk through the country road,
Watch those tall standing tree; it's branches, leaves, barks.
Watch those prayer flags flapping; the wooden flag pole, cloth piece.
Watch those attire you and I wear; hats, shirts and shoes.
And we find breathtakingly enriching,
But sadly we never see, falling branches, falling leaves and useless bark of the tree,
Even we don't see the torn prayer flag and weaken pole,
Forget about the clothes we dress.
Only we do when it beat us cold and empty.


That's why we abundantly forget the daylight,
When darkness come roaring,
And we richly become stranger to simplicity
When issues grow complicating,
Don't wave yourself like changing tide,
Understand yourself and bark.
The message is simple as you know;
Don't search your happiness to hurt you and others,
Understand, nothing last including yourself, so give yourself all, don't leave barren,
And at last your happiness is yourself, so find within.

Life is long journey,but short as subliming dew you'll never see.

















Thursday, 19 January 2017

The brush with new air.

like the shield of turtle,
Baggy hook on all over the head,
I walked across the city road side.
The evening breeze was gently blowing,
Teasingly kissing all over my naked skin.

Like those of flickering candle flames,
Low evening sun rays shimmer through the dusted air
And winged creature floating high in air,
I watched them dancing and singing faintly in the rhythm of dying daylight.
Nervously losing myself into the calmest brush of thoughts.

Ripples like on the ponds my blood pumped gently,
With slowest beat comparatively to those of classical music,
Like i could read all the beat in her cycle.
All those injected drunk in my thought,
And i was dancing in the beat of new rhythm.