If you ever die
If you ever die from me
Looking at my longing eyes
In guise of a mystic veil
Dead drop at the twilight hours
White longish fangs
Of the piercing moments
Will unfurl its wings of fire
Setting sail in an invisible gondola
At long last to carry you home
To the isle of your birth

Even if you ever die at all from me
I will stand upon the deck of noontide
All alone in my aloneness, all alone
Staring vaguely at the rushing gondola
Surfing invisibly away from me
Tearing apart the veil of grazing mist
At the twilight hours casting spell on me
To diminish myself into you
And with you I too diminish away
From you, all away from you
In a shroud of love and longing
As if you never died away from me
In my longing eyes for you, only for you

And like The Prophet beloved
Prophesying on the blue mountain
From his never ending well
Of wisdom depthless and deathless
I will remember you as silently
As the sound of scorching darkness
And I will remember your heart
As saying for ever to me, only to me:

“A little while,
A moment of rest upon the wind,
And another woman will bear me.” *

* (The italic quotation is from Kahlil Gibran's The Prophet)

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I think who I am
What I am here for in this wonderland
What is there between you and me
Wherefrom we have come to this circle of reason
I think what you are to me
And why I have been thrown into this orb of wilderness
I do not know what why I am in quest of a cosmic soul
What are you to play the rule of the game
You ask your knowledge what you cannot think
As I ask my conscience how to reach beyond the consequence
We do not know what is to be and what is not to be
We do not know ourselves as we think we are strangers
As if we are strangers to one and all wandering
We all wander suffering the pains of existence all alone
You never know when my wandering thoughts will cast spell over you
Our thoughts flow like torrential rains knowing no bounds
Still we do not know what to think aloud and wordless
Wordless thoughts we speak aloud when we do not know what to do
Still we think and there be, thoughts we die and there be
We think, therefore we exist and there be.

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I needed a life’s rest
For a day in a bird’s nest
But I found no sorrows for a nook
Only a cleavage in a wall was there to look
And I twanged my long bow
The arrow refused to kill my mocking shadow
Right at the heart of my bone marrow
Only to come back the next day after tomorrow

After a long night flying
On a dizzy height of the blue moon shining
A sparrow fell at my weary feet
From its worried nest straight to the twilight street
To follow the course of my belittled destiny
In a manner to rebel against the mutiny
Of fire, fumes and smoking smoke
Good enough for the belying voice to choke

So we evenly gathered together
To the passing night’s pleasure to smother
The fallen sparrow had nothing to hide
Like the bereft wings of earthly desires to chide
Unevenly homeless as we were
We were likely to renounce the world as it were
Once again the sparrow fell at my feet
Crying soulfully for the reprieve from life to beat
The hostile burden of life after life to eternity
That breathed the fire of homelessness to futility.

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Let me drink
From the cup of wine
Of your tears
Spilling over the nightlful moon
Of your stealing beauty
I will get drunk in your woes
My days never end
In quest of your nights

As the blue heaven fades out
Among the sighing woods
You decipher the hiding veil
Of your woes in mildews
And I fall at your feet
To kiss the last dregs of wine
Of your tears begging
The soul out of my breathing self

And now I am drunk
I am over the half moon
To sing in your sighing soul
As I am evenly guised myself
In colours of your woes
And you too get drunk with me
In deeper blues of your self
Of my pent-up feelings for you
As you fall dead in my cup of wine
Of your tears rolling down
The stealing beauty of your face.

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Here I am
With a lotus
Deep in my heart
There I was
With a dagger
Piercing into my soul

Which one you do want
To save your grace
From the fear
From the vulture's gazing eyes
Which one you want to have
To grace your vain glory
In prophesies of my wisdom

Here I keep
My heartless soul
There I kept my soulless heart
In a bowl of my last wisdom
For you, only fror you

Now you save me
From the fear of disgrace
Of a wayfairing wanderer, alone
In quest of a nirvana
From you, only from you.

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One never knows
By any faith or by any truth
Whether it is only the beginning
Or, the beginning of the end
That will come out of the shackles
Of crying bugle riding rough
Over the warring peace in silence

The spring thunder over the blue rose
Seeks solace in embers of praire fire
Never knowing the end game
Will ever be hoisting the flagship
In melange of truce in suchness of eternity
To lift the veil of mildew in corpus
Of an other big day so far in hiding alone

One only knows the day after
When the diffused memory blocks
The corupscular rising
Of smaller children's frothy smilings
That has never foretold the fairytales
In Mephistopheles' words of warring silence.

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