No way to go
No way to go farther
Farther from the isle of breath
No way to fumble
A few steps more in vain
To go dancing in the rain
Or in the lengthening sunshine
Around the few chuckles in mystic eyes
No way to go smiling all alone
Within the basking dewdrops way side
On the blushing pleasures
Off the tulip delights of the rose-bowl
The withering rays of the candle light
Huffing and puffing to cry no more
No more to cross the lines
Of dreams and desire
To kiss the face of the terra-cotta images
To miss the murals of the touchstone
In sober sense of escaping dignity
No way to escape further
From the lifelines of days and nights

No way to go, no way to go

No way to dare
No way to share your lungs
No way to bare your heart
To sing love to God
To wink your eyes at ease
No time to suck the honey-comb
No time to shoot the arrow in fire
Off the bow at your funeral pyre
To boost the hell of your seasons of desire
Across the sovereign reign
Of fleeting images
And dreams

No way to swallow the basal fruits
No more time to expire your rights
No more time to say goodbye to all
No way to defend your rights at all

You have no rights! You have no rights!

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A flirty rose
With a little yellow heart
Guised in crystalline silence
The green petals wobbling
In shy of fluttering fragrance
Overlapping the siren of the wind
Swinging and sighing shyly
In native monotony
Like the stormy petrel
Rousing the piercing thorns
Into the heart of the soil
Virgin and prime
Metaphorically
To deface the soul
Of the little yellow heart

Lovely little birds
The peacock blue wings flapping
Flocking around the shadows
Receding fearsome scarecrows
Guileless as ever
Like the twinkling eyes
Of the storm
Blowing in fickle desires
To console the flirty little rose

The flirty little rose
Not knowing the thorns
To despise the angst
Of fickle desires
The little yellow heart swears
In temptation of its last will
To dethrone the knighthood
Out of the hound of the forbidden
And the little yellow heart rejoices
At the fall of a few dew drops
Upon the spreading green petals
Of the flirty little rose at bay
In the vase of desire and dreams.

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Sometimes you break my silence
When sometimes I miss you in my wild dreams
You never survive the same way I bear the burden of ancint fear
And I beg you to confess my own boredom
That reaches the far sky even highrising without you
As you look for the God's own recoiling enmity
To gather the assassin's subterfuge hours of howling daggers
I know you will be dying for my tryst with the mocking illness

The mocking illness that writes you the last love
Of my missing you at times of my boredom without you
I feel for the poetic justice only that you can deliver
When sometimes I look for the way you have left behind for me
And I know no assassin can break war with my destiny with you.

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Night fiddles
In darkness of light
While memory burns
Ashes of diamond
Gathering dust
In long satanic verses
Lightyears of darkness
Breaking in orator's voices
Of symphonic violence
While the makers make merry
And nomadic silence lengthens
All alone I chase
The unwept delights
Crossing the lifeline
Of lame excuses
Of the follicles of lies
And elusive temptations
The saga of truth and reality
Dropping dead at the far corner
In a rosebowl
Of thunder and blasphemy
Never to embrace
My sweating soul as ever
As I look straight
From my oracular existence
To the pursuit of futile beauty
To forward my last testament

As I shoot the arrow
Off the bow of hunter's lazy bone
At the triangular moon
Silently the remote night befalls
Over the vanquished shadow
Of the disguised deadman
Walking in long stride
Darkly along the caravan's way
To blare the siren of warring stars
Into the writhing pain
Of the masked phantoms

Still the night fiddling
Darkness of light escaping
To the safe heaven
Of corupscular peninsula

As I step
Into the banana republic
As I go into skewed daydreaming
Like a lamb of an alien world
Visibly thawrted by the fun and fury
Of the highnoon orthography
At the invisible railway station
The junction train whistles past the night
To take a ferry to the beleagured whiteship

And I leave the alien world in a huff
To heave a sigh of relief of measured breaths
So that I can worship the dynastic complexion
Of the banana republic more over as ever.

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Every action has its reaction in its wake and every reaction must have some action before that. Nothing happens in this world without any cause. Cause precedes effect. Ascertaining this cause and effect duality is what we call science in our common sense and this is also the basic objective of philosophy. And herein merge the concept of science and philosophy and human knowledge is conceptualized holistically. Whereas science explores the natural world, philosophy delves deep into the truism of human world. Both human world and the natural world are the realms to be explored to ascertain the cause-effect duality of knowledge.

It is not that science has discovered everything or it can discover everything. That is science's apparent limitations. What is not known today can be or may be known some day. But we cannot say that what is hitherto unknown cannot be known and that is absolutely in the realm of mysticism or super-naturalism. So much so that super-naturalism or mysticism will dictate terms to what is unknown or what cannot be known in absolute terms. Has the super-naturalism or mysticism has that kind of power to reckon with? In actual reality there is nothing to be called supernatural or mystic. If we carry the burden of super-naturalism or mysticism, we must say that it is superstition. Superstition is nothing but our dark ignorance which leads us to the realm of blind faith. It blinds our vision in such a way that we cannot see reason in exploring truth.

We know many mysteries of the nature and we do not know many mysteries of nature. What we do not know is generally wrapped in mystery and what is wrapped in mystery can be or may be unwrapped to our knowledge with the development of our inquisitive and cognitive prowess. With that power of empirical knowledge at our disposal we have unraveled many mysteries of the universe and with that power only we can still unravel many mysteries. This is a never-ending process and ever-evolving principle of our knowledge system. Not only that, that process is constituted heuristically so as to find out our desired truth by supposition and assumption standing to the test of our past gains of knowledge and experience. Even then we cannot say that we know the truth or we have absolute knowledge.

Actually what we know as truth is nothing but approximate to truth and the knowledge of the absolute is just but relative. In the history of epistemology we have known many truths or knowledge that had later turned hostile to the new challenges posed by the later development. So, knowledge or truth is evolutionary and is always evolving. In that sense, truth is approximate to truth and the knowledge of the absolute is relative. We always know something of everything but not everything of everything. And if that is so, we never know the truth and we cannot know anything as such. The suchness of truth remains elusive to us. This mystery drags us on to an unending odyssey into the mystery of the universe.

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When I think about you
Memory recedes into something nothing
Images wobble in psychedelic lapses
As if you have left your footprints
On the footsteps of shortening shadows.

The dead drop of silence has beaten a hasty retreat
You have died in many more colours
You have pulled the last string of the bow
To close your eyes into the mystic veil
As you never listen to the sermon of the blue angel.

When you follow your eyes close to your heels
I stumble upon the wildstones of jerking sapphire
To hearken the lost voice in my drumming ear
And you gradually melt into the million lightyears
As if I kissed the dust to think about you never ever.

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