Standing on the edge of the shore,Sea water ripples and lashes its waves ;Its violence and anger makes sense for sure,As though water shall make rocks into caves.

Ha. It feels absolutely beautiful, beyond words and measure I flinch not now, to spit on all the illusions of the earth For there exists not any surrogate pleasure That can feed this Fire in the heart’s hearth!

All the wait, change, moulding intentions all along Something lingered with the will to persist Simple like a child’s first word or a bird’s sweet song; I try not any more against the flow to resist.

With different faces for different people all day Still not forgetting which mask fits whom This work i do uncontended will now not stay Ripping apart all facades and making more room.

Is this the absolute silence after the storm In the wilderness, amidst chaos, the perfect pattern As though emerging out and clings to the heart in absolute form The never ending cycle, always revolves around the rhythm.

Searching and searching all these times
I finally know not what I want.
Beloved, my love, what are thou ?
Am I even searching for thee ? Not sure.
But incomplete feelings haunt at all times.

Beloved, art thou a woman I seek ?
Who shall answer the riddle of contradiction ?
Art thou my other half, the remaining hemisphere
Or is it just another myth that muddles the mind ?
Blank yet full, is it only part of the sphere ?

If thou art a woman, right for me
What am I seeking more from thy spirit ?
Is it again the lust, for I am a mortal
Or is it imperceptibly purer and truer than that ?
Question, questions. What answer will releive this spirit ?

If thou art a woman, the one for me
Whom I’ve seeked to unite, all eternity
Then art thou the missing serenity ?
In all forms, incomplete with a similar search
Art thou the only luminosity, I seek ?

But what is it that I desire ?
I found you, now what ? Then what ?
Is it the marriage, the physical bondage
Or is it a mutual emotional understanding
Or what else is there to desire ?

Like a friend says, I dont want more,
No more little nils, producing little nils,
producing little nils, and even more …
Enough misery here laid and no more to give
I desire not this trap anymore.

Beloved, crooked my vision might be
The incomplete half you are, that I dont see.
But may be the wretchedness is due to thy absence
I know not but patiently waiting for thee,
The wait, sweet and miserable for all eternity.

Joy, boundless, limitless and pure
Subtle as it is for which the heart leaps
The serene blanket falls, the mind so sure
This the only remedy, the memory which it keeps.

A call from far away, the destiny calls
So long the aspiration contained, on the brink
The heart filled with joy, rises and falls
The mind has forgotten now how to think.

All I wanted, aspired was to read
To destroy the innocence that corrodes the core
A symbol shown, ah someone did heed
Two years and more, the joy now fills my every pore.

Something stuck, from whence I do not know
Suddenly all I desired was “nuclear”;
The smallest, imperceptible particles that do not show.
All that has been haze is now clear.

Then what, the question arises
I cringe and cry in agony and grief
I have struggled long with this eternal crisis
With will strong enough, shall see its end.

They want me to speak, not be moody
I am not moody, I retort but am stable
They dont understand, they insist
They comment on a man with dialogues…

What am I to reply to all that ?
Do I need to, is another question on the edge
All one can do is laugh at the faces,
Not on theirs but on destiny’s and await what is to come.

Smile, laugh, joy and all that sustains
I try, persist and shall succeed.
Nothing really matters on what opinion they contain
All that is needed now is the will to proceed.

Dreams, aspirations what make thee
The life’s sole push that drives and moves
What all we want endlessly remains the key
The beauty, intricately woven shapes the path.

The dream, the vision of an unknown life
The subconscious instruction speaking uncontrolled
Burning the fire withing, incessantly without strife
The will burns, changing future of everyone felt betrayed.

As one speaks, dreams change me,
Going with the flow desired, willed;
That which is everything shall move and satisfy thee,
This hope shall not fade away even if now killed.

Clear and blank, thoughts pour in one by one.
Truly alone, with me and my solitude,
Feeling so complete with joy even when nothing is yet done
I now know, see, that which troubled with certitude.

The silent bullet in the heart
Burning ever so lightly, eating away the thought
The cause, my passion for an illusion
Led me astray with vagaries and delusion.

Software, computers, one of what i Love,
Maybe for all eternity i shall crave;
This Hole, Enterprise, Organisation will not save,
The motive nurtured to the grave.

What is the difference at the end of the day
All this and that, existing here and there
It always seems so simple but lots more to say
Wrong it might be, unknowingly breaking boundaries I do not dare.

The difference between chaos and serenity
The difference between day and night
So clear, what i am searching for in absolute vicinity
The riddle complete containing the answer is still a fight.

The clue, the sphere and circle
The ultimate shape of matter’s least resistance
End reality, the beginning illusion is the cycle
All ye extremes do meet at infinity.

What is the difference between meditation and concentration ?
Only Fire that burns holds the key; With it, Heat concentrates and without that,
Nothing burns anymore, for thee.

Past, the treasure of knowledge
And future, no different than Past in reverse
Both speak the truth, the only truth
Yet the mind ignorant does not see.

Trace the past, at each previous step
A truth unfolds, a part of the big picture
Every step back, enlarges the view
But the panorama locked behind the blackhole.

If the origin was the blackhole
Where thoughts and Light escape not
Then if the biggest view is the abyss
What shines and what does not ?

The blankness, devoid of emotions
In sync with the blackness of origins
That which creates and kills
We only see what we will.

If the eyes are closed, does the mind shut down ?
Doesn’t darkness shroud with scary silence ?
Black yet not so black, figures waiting to emerge ;
Is lack of silence, silence still ?

What does the earth hold not,
to cringe the mind forever in innocence..
Till the last breath exhaled
desperation to gain knowledge, decreases not.

The war against thy inner mind.
Who is the foe, thee know not.
In the end, the foe stays silent,
long after ye has slept forever.

Miniscule pleasure leaping with the heart,
Wouldn’t these blocks produce the august monstrosity ?
Answer eludes as always, loneliness remains,
silent in this prison, impatiently waiting for thee.