Destiny

And just when you thought you have figured everything out
The reality presents itself and mapped anew certain complex equations
The things that was ought to be simple are now clouded beyond doubt
Shows how strangely wonderful the order of things in bringing out
Justifications, Imperfections and Satisfactions
All rolled into one

A sense of life breathing into your navel
Renewed convictions like no other filled up the air
Where you gladly inhale and reluctantly exhale
For the hero in you just can't wait to make his grand entrance

True Lies

I dont need to have a candlelit dinner

Nor should I take anyone's hand

The things happening here

I know

Being a man

Not everything is fated

Not everything is better

And certainly nature is not the cause

For either the fortune or mis



What I should heed for

Is the bright lonely spark

Illuminating my senses

Bringing me closer to the mark

I know

I have done my best

I couldn't feel

Couldn't even appreciate the touch

But this doesn't make me

Or automatically disqualifying me

From having views

On love, relationships and the like



For only liars are afraid of the truth

Icemelt turned malice

Where to
You depart and then you return
Riding lifts from chanced strangers
For some of your midday, midnight, midhour and midminute burn
Chasing the animal in you
Leaving your ashes scattered
As you smoked away your worries
Letting traces of your visual imprints
Gathered, escalated, withered
To those that were around you
So they would submit, grant favours, buy flowers
And deal a leader out of you

Whence to
Your absence
Affecting their aesthetic intellections
Nothing to wash their lungs with your halfday, halfnight, halfhour and halfminute fix
Has your ride gone wrong
Have the strangers been that strong?
Ride not the lift that you hitched for
Now they are afraid to say the unspeakable silence
The rock proved to be no longer solid
The gold has melted into malice
And those that were around you
Scattered yet remain your ardous spectator
To see their dealer of pleasure outfavoured and deflowered
Delirious, destroyed by your selfmade captor

Let go and let god

The idea of letting go
Came asunder from
The experience
Of living the conditions
Of passing the slow bleak moments
Through the ever flowing sensations
And reflections

Trying to let it go
It is of the thing itself
Never within never innate
Whatsoever the object
Whatever is meant
And whatever it is
How matter hard
The imploring, exploring
The state of awareness
The level of consciousness
It will linger without closure
How mean time can be
When it's the only known remedy

Just let it go
Let the ego rest
Overlook it
Ignore it
And discount it
Let go and let god
Let the thing itself unfold
For sometimes when you let go
You will find your
God, goal and gold

Of Triangle and Prism

Let's go back to basic
Halved square
Thumbs, index, middle, ring and little
Converge
Like an in step
Viewed sideways
Bothways
With enough speed
Prism emerged

Express the rhythm
Invoke the energy
Of articulating
Of realising
The physicality of motion

Described, interpreted, analysed and later translated
Into a vertical infinite isomorphic variations
Inviting appreciator
To be part of the forces
To go beyond realisation
Vertical dynamicity
Motion and movement
The stillness
Shhhhhhhh

Triangle
As the first layer of understanding
Prism
As the finest layer of comprehension
In pursuit of finding correlations
Between things that may have once seemed separated

When simplicity breeds complexity
Where energy epitomises its own fields of existence
It is the way forward
Possibilities of making
Facilitating connections

The art of neverending me

Once
He was neither a man nor a woman. He was sexless, without a face, only a moving massive lump, looking forward in passing his time. All alone in his myriads jungle of thoughts.
He could not speak and would know nothing about communicating.
All day he would stare at the trees.
He waits.

A man
So successful in life that he thinks
God is his assistant
For he was the one that make everything happens.
The superior reigns and that threshold, long has he surpassed it.
He no longer dreams
Cos he is the lord of granting dreams.
He glares

She is by far
The fairest and the loveliest
And that was an understatement
Attention is a pre-requisite
Wherever she breezes and roams
She's like the wind
Blowing through everything
Forgotten her track of time
Gone into deeper and deeper
She pouts

A set of seven dwarves Siamese twin
How about that
Well that is something else
Vertically challenged and always in a formation
Limits their movements
They have to make do with their existence
So they congregate

He is slick, with double tongue and hisses a lot. He changed his appearances at will and will never be himself everyday. He may be an old witch today and tomorrow as a forgiving child but he never return to his past forms
because he believes
to be eternally original
He hisses.

She is first and foremost a mother; her second nature is a hunter. She has countless children and has set them free almost immediately after they mastered her hunting tricks. She is a cat and sometimes a lion. She closes her eyes.
She purrs.