Archive for December, 2011

when transitions are transparent

when transitions are transparent the meanings are not hard to search nor music too loud to hear the subtleties of silences are felt just as teh dropping of autumn leaves does not cause despair now that i am standing on threshold of the new year i hope miracles will continue to happen the young voice [...]

descent into the valley of volition

i have climbed many mountains before and will climb them again but why is that the descent into the valley of volition appears so hard responsibility? morality of meanings or just the square root of silence

conversations will become clouds

when the desert will bloom and lakes will flourish with fishes that will roam freely not just in the water but above the ground trees will swim and moons will grow on their branches what will happen to the poets they will sharpen plough shears and pulverize the soil any soil, or rich organic soil [...]

morning began a bit strange today

when the nights dont drain completely leftover lave, molten but not too hot starts to flow down the slope of hopes that are not meant to grow why does the jungle of all desires has to be so wild so untamed but then will it be jungle any more

when we celebrate our opaquenss

why do we celebrate our opaqueness is it to preserve the sanctity of mortal, limited, meanings that can only be kept intact in those closets which we have created through our cultural evolution for years, centuries and yet yearning for openness remains may be tribal instinct to live in every moment without trace of a [...]

a dark shadow is beautiful

a dark shadow is beautiful when light is away from it not that it cares or it is shy of asking, why is it that she dares the lips of a lotus power breaches of a thunder shower dont ask to be defined then just be there no matter if we care without memory with [...]

when you are so far away

when you are so far away the aroma of those breaths taken slowly will not dissolve the flavour of all the dishes cooked at sattvik why will you then expect i will devour these foods alone i will not i will stay contented with simple morsels of mint fries in a meandering tray

unripe dreams

Dec 17 When drops of dew Danced on the edge of your Tongue What could one do Swallow the soup Of unripe dreams And cut her umbilical chord Bury it Under a tree

roasted dreams

When you are where no one goes You have almost closed The gate to that place, The fire in the oven The baked bread The stale wine And the roasted dreams Of that shining armour Which made the warrior lose the war “……… “……….