Coo
House abandoned
Pigeons swing in cobwebs
Promoters coo
Friday, October 31, 2014
From the centre to the border
From the centre to the border
From the centre to the border,
From the centre to the border,
That is all
there is, that is all there is
Journey of my
universe into it, against it
Learning, singing a tune,
Ni ni pa pa ra pa pa !
From the centre to the border,
That is all there is, that is all there is
Dialogues of thoughts that paint, sketch, write, scratch
Leaning, clinging onto a tune,
Zu zu ta ta ra pa pa!
From the centre to the border,
There is a quiet that governs,
rules
Never ever, never ever comes face to face,
O what grace, what a grace!
Loves, and only loves in my universe,
That is all there is, that is all there is
Loving, humming
a tune
Pa pa ra pa pa pa pa !31 October 2014
Within unending horror, flyers return
Within unending horror, flyers return
Written words on sand
Written words on sand
Look
like hollow faces
Howling
at the sky and
Seep
through the ages.
Butterflies
drawn out from the garden
Are
onto the ocean,
Their
little fragile wings
Battling
with the winds;
Dots
turn into dots…
Histories
are scribbled,
Covered
by the froth,
Range
of killing travels in the air
With
engagements that disease the flyers;
Naïve
world, with knives in their eyes,
Saw
in their ears,
Takes
the inks from the rains,
And
laments on the beach
It
is writing, and writing.
Different
stories in the same way
Pretend
to end for good on the shore,
But
flyers do not return as insects.31 October 2014
Friday, October 24, 2014
Endless
Endless
The moon is not able to control
Its own overflowing light,
In shame or delight, it hides behind
A vagabond cloud
From inside, it sees its light!
Down there,
Travellers move from place to place.
The journey rejuvenates the luminous energy,
Overpowers the source,
From where it came;
They reach a point, not an end,
That becomes the course.The endlessness is a discovery in itself
24 October 2014
Connection
Connection
Feelings matter, as the basis of connect
Else warm words can be cold, disconnectFoolhardy
Foolhardy
PowerPoint presentation has neither power nor any point
Only bullets with skill that kill the powerful mindThe immeasurable
The immeasurable
A mango, an apple; both are sweet, says the tongue
The difference cannot be written in wordsStill movement
Still movement
Light comes from darkness, sound from silence
The movement is in the illusion of the organs
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