the wheel of law

the golden rock has sharp edges,

broken trees soften over the soft moss,

lets swim in the river of whirlpool,

finish the body getting yourself burnt.

                put in sweat in time for the rhyme,

                you love and you wake up,

                we both meet and become one.

                punishment has its own reward.

the good in being bad,

wheel of time erases all.

we are spinning the boundaries to unite,

ashes absorbed by mother earth.

                like a polished marble sculpture,

                the seeds boom out of the soil,

                reaching the core is a long road.

                disciplined in the ways of nature,

the bad in being good,

the wood pulp seeps up through the soil,

its still a wonderful play.

learning is an effortless endeavor.

oblivious to reality

confused    blank    run    

  three things that are a part of my silly life and they go in a sequence

but thats not all, there are some of the greatest experiences that can make us

oblivious to reality 

where reality comes up to no meaning at all where REALITY means nothing at all 

leave it and crush it into a sphere and roll it down into the dump 

what saves your life is not reality but dreams inside dreams. 

cauldron

In the cauldron of dusk the dark artist from the abyss hurried to the bluish black canvas up above and studded stars all over it with wax from the honey bees shimmering all night along aspiring poets and utopians. The morning light shone over this spell and vanquished all dreams and substituted it with the ground where all the night stars fell and morphed into reality.

The artist awaits in the tavern spinning spells in his mind that the sun could not erase.

I woke up today and wished the dream had never ended, would have chosen to die forever to get lost in that dream. How many smiles have the dry hay of days given you than the cool dew on the night grass.

winged pursuit of a vision

till when will you smile

make merry on dreams

and on your foolishnes

hold youself aside

the winter is here

its time to freeze

come down with my misery

and let your madness cease

and sulk for a while

those wings slapping the blue skies

those that I can not create

those that make my mouth agape

I bet those are made of thoughts

And thoughts made of wax

And lit by lights of visions

I have stood here mumbling

Cursing, wanting them to melt

So together we heavy our ambitions

And lighten up our blood

 where will you be but lost

For those who tried

To write their names on dust

roots are spreading

Desire waves spreading over the subtle black holes of the mind

Ravishing the roots of ambition

Mad goose chasing  a point in future

Which once compassed

Turns into a blank lake

Empty and howling for more

Where is the dust gone

That smirked through your face

Where is the willingness

That plundered your loath

The sun and moon have told

The fact from ages

It was neither then nor there

It is not about where

The roots are spreading

Spread beyond dought.

They have a little while to grow

Unimaginable what it will show

shelter

Looking sbove the sky

shouting all the time

even when its dry

it screams out its mind

strange are its emotion

changing from time to time

playing dead and alive

funny nature above us

it was singing in the morning

happy like a rhyme

then it got brown

sadly not so fine

its never to dusty

nor always bright

i can take all the world

but not the heaven above

so i wish it became an umbrella

as its rains from the heavens

sometimes pouring blood

the falling

Painfull moments

like Dried Taps

stuck into lands

Dry clay

crumbles, Blown

away forever

small Pieces

of stones

Fragmented universe

Waiting to Dissolve

Will it loose itself

into eternal space

or Become one