Pages of History

Is that the haunted house of the king
Where slaves were slaughtered to celebrate god's blessings?
Is that the palace where the king plotted to burn the soldiers houses?
All those slaves still cry in the air
All those soldiers sacrificed their lives to save the king's grace
They are the nameless and faceless mortals
Who have been written off the pages of history
History repeated history in cruel tongue banishing humanity from the soil
Has history ever told the true story of mankind?
Will history ever uphold the manifesto of the wretched?

Someday there will arrive the harbinger of the forgotten
He will rememember the untold stories of burns and ruins
The slaughtered slaves will come alive in thousands
They will repeat the history in a new verse
The history will be replicated on a new horizon
Humanity will smile on the faces of the forgotten
The forgotten history will be manifesto of the wretched
And the wretched will be the new pages of history.

The High Queen

Yellow clouds crowd you like a torrential rain
Yet you feel like a stubborn heart
Never letting your God worship you in psychadelic light
A shaffron moon shines on your forehead
As if you you are the half sky expanding in infinity
Your forehead holds the other half at a distance
O, the sistter of the far away land,
Will you ever walk along the aisles of eternity?

No siren is ringing in the valley of tranquility
Darkness has retreated back slowly into the light
All the flowers have assembled at your behest
Auburn hunger has rekindled the hearth
Nobody will go empty-handed in this pretty season
No children will ever be left motherless as you pray
Only the void world look down on your path of salvation
You will be the high queen in a wonderland.



O, the pretty sister, hug the children of mankind

Raise them on your half sky

They will bear the other half of your legacy

And they will burn the towering inferno.

The Children of Destiny

O, the bleary-eyed happy children,
The children of destiny
What are the dreams in your happy eyes?
What are the voices in your happy soul?
Everybody has lost the way in the jungles
Light has blinded the long vision of faith
You show the right wind to sail
You spread your smilings among the millions
With your firm footsteps.

Someday you will carry the burden on your shoulder
Someday everything will stop at your feet
You burn the light under darkness
Let the pigeons meet the white doves
Peace will anchor the griefs beneath your hidden cry
All roads will lead to the way of freedom
Shackles of your serene silence will explode
In a mother's lullaby
And you will run like the frolicsome birds
Flying in the yonder land of hope and bliss.

O, the bleary-eyed!
You will reign the whole sky
All will be at your mercy's end
Nobody will ever be drowned in pangs of hunger
Your hands will dispel the fear of long day's despair and darkness
You will be the hope and happiness for one and all.

A Deep Dream

A deep dream at far corner of the sky
Clouds of memory looming large over the horizon
The bell tolls for the peace to break in
Mystery silencing the horrors of the unknown
Splendour of beauty weeping in waves of light
History of ancient sages preaching incredible sermons
Humanity is revived once again.

Where are all those people gone?
Where have they hidden their treasure trove?
Cosmic soul says nothing
Yet nothing is salvaged at the altar of pride and glory
Glory is all that is humane and pride
Man's quest for better wisdom prevails
All evil designs defeated in the long run
History writes pages of lives
The sages sing the songs of eternity
Then why so much pains and violence roaring in anger
Will the history ever be rewritten?
Will there be a rising of another sun?

The Motherless Baby

O, baby, my dear baby,
What are you whispering in your soul
What are you bargaining with your life all alone
This merciless world will not give you a breath of peace
Only the singsong voice of the withered leaves is fumbling with you
Marks of sweating blood kissing your face
No fire is stoked for your hunger
Will you carry on the with a burden of beast?

O, the motherless baby,
Who has left you alone in this world
Who has given so much silence of pain and agony?
Can you not forgo your legacy
Can you not shout like a tormented fire
All will then fall at your feet of mercy
You are born out of the chaos of eternity
No body has ever given you a kiss of conscience
In this merciless world you are bearing the burden of your own
Are you the epitome of Mother Nature's grace and glory?

O, the daughter of storm,
Only Mother Nature will rescue you
Only Mother Nature will will be your only refuge
She will give you life, she will give you honey and milk
You will feel the touch of falling rain
You will hear the songs of the nightingale
You will lie with the soft blessings of the distant valley
Dew will drop with your tears.

That is your destiny, O, the motherless baby,
Beasts of the jungle will lie at your feet
And you will live and live in your own dreams.

Riding With The Shadow

Ride, my child, ride
Your long shadow will ride with you
It is your shadow that gives you splendour and delight
You cross the ocean, you cross the island
You never miss the fragrance of innocence
It is your innocence that kisses your shadow
Your innocence vibrates in punctual rhythm
Your life flies like birds of freedom.

Where is your home, my child?
Who combs your unruly hair?
Who whispers lullaby in your ear?
I know, my child, you are the child of yesterday
To-morrow des not bring you love and care
Nobody lifts his finger to allay your fear.
O, my fearless child, ride and ride
Covering a long distance of life
Some day you will reach the world of fortune.

Riding with the shadow
You will hold aloft your dream and hope
You will rain on a cloudless night
At your feet the whole world will dance
And like a white swan you will swim
Crossing all frontiers of hope and despair.

O, The Candleman!

Worship, worship, O the candleman!
Let the sparkling candle give you ample light
To fight out the canopy of veiled darkness
Darkness has overcome you with white shroud
Who will discover the rhythm of your befuddled existence,
Who will light the pyre of your blindness?

You are your own maker, you are your own destroyer
Life is calling you to take charge of the mantle
War has devastated everything around you
You clean up the ghosts of ruins
Why will you be left behind in the battle of rights?
What are you worshipping for?
Who are you worshipping to?
Not all quiet on the battle-front
Can you not hold aloft your candle
To show the way to others at this time of overkill?
Win this last battle, win all over
Let your worshipping be for all
Let your prayers be heard by every mortal soul
It is time for go on hunting
Do not let your candle be extinguished.

A Flux of White Veil

Sudden cloud of rain overshadowing the sky
In a flux of white veil shrouded in fogs and dews
Far from a no-man's isle an old man appears
He has traveled with his only walking stick
No one to give him a shelter or food for a day.

He went to a forest hermitage
The hermit did not oblige him.
He was left aside the forest
He was all by himself deserted.

Suddenly a prophet came in his dream
He did not preach a sermon, he just covered him with dry leaves
And left a jug of water for him
After brushing aside a pack of wolves
The wolves dared not to touch his hapless body
They only smelt him to taste his blood and flesh.

He woke up
Hunger did not impress him much
He drank the jug of water
And he saw a mist in a flux of white.

He did not remember his dream
But he heard a voice coming from the no-man's isle :
'Love thy son, my child'.

Praying In Unison

Have they lost hope? Millions of life roaring, millions of life trembling. The have assembled in a procession. They will journey to their home. Have they lost their home and hope. They will pray in silence. Millions of red ants have showered wisdom on them. They will worship the Almighty. What for they pray? They do not know. They do not know who to pray. Millions of red ants have discovered their pains. Beastly silence devours them, beastly silence recovers them. Do they know what to say in prayer?

Do they know on which horizon the storm awaiting them? On which horizon the clouds have gathered? Millions of red ants will show them the way to their home and hearth. No prophet has appeared to rescue them. Will they be able to reach the end of the tunnel where oodles of hope and lies tempt them? Will they be able to overcome the temptation? Millions of red ants have joined them in their procession. They will pray and sing with them.

They will sing songs of the river. They will greet life after life. Hope and lies will not drown them into oblivion.They will walk along the light. They will burn the fire of eternuty. They will be praying in unison. They have discovered their lost souls. Millions of red ants have joined them in quest of salvation. Will they be able to touch the god's feet in their prayers? Someday they will reach the shore of salvation. The white ship is set to carry them home through the mists.

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O, The Veiled Woman!

Discover yourself, O, the veiled woman! Where is your foothold? Everything seems to be carrying along you. Not touching you, not breathing you. Look forward to the oceanic sky calling you in stormy silence. Look backward to the life you have treaded on, life seems to be standing still like your self-existence. Your essence too seems to have lost you in the mid-way of time and essence. Burst out your anger and there will be rain.

What are whispering in your veiled silence? Are you wayward in your long journey? The journey will not end in smokes. Look up and down. Walk and walk in cheers and jeers to all and everything. Why are you shy of life and death. Life and death are the rules of the game. Follow life, follow death. And you will reach your ultimate destiny.

Love life, love all souls. Lovingly you will be accepted to one and all. It is a long journey, a long way to go. Then again you will be reborn in a flux of time. Discover yourself and you will be on the path of salvation. If you want to salvage your pride and glory, discover yourself. You will on the path of salvation. Your salvation is too close and yet too far. You walk and walk blindfolded but you cannot reach the shore.

World of Forgotten Moments

Moments come and moments go. She waits and waits. Her look is up on the sky. The birds flying away to the land of freedom. She just stares back lazily. She stares back to her long lost memories. The memories that give her a pale of tears. Tears of hope and despair. Will she walk along the aisle of life? The life has been an earthly metaphor to her. Nothing less, nothing more. Here she comes and goes back to her world of patience and glory. But it is glory of nothing. Yet she waits for the defining moments. Moments come and moments go to retrieve her patience and glory. If anything happens...

What will happen to her world? Her world of forgotten moments. She waits and waits, if anything happens but nothing happens at the end of her quest for a moment's sojourn into the depth of her unrequited voice, the voice that never tolled for the defining moments. It is like waiting for Godot to come. But nobody comes and nobody goes back to her lost horizon. Only the sky sometimes rains for her soul. When the moonless night shines on her forehead, she just wrinkles back to her pains and passion. But she never gives in. She dives into the vortex of console zone. It seems to be far removed from her virtual world.

Age has taken her pristine charm. Mystery has overlapped her body and soul. Will she get back her lost wealth of wisdom? Will she burn the flame of her life's destiny? She waits and waits for something to happen. The white ship is coming through the mist. Will it carry her to her aisle of destiny? Will there be a rain again in her soul? Birds are flying for freedom. She reaches for them. They are beyond her reach. Who will be with her? Who will be with her to her path of salvation. Captivating moments have silenced her unrequited voice. Only the walking stick lies by her side. Will it be her companion to the other world?

With A Cup of Nectar

With a cup of nectar in your lazy hands
You say you can bring the sky down at your feet
You can destroy all the blazing suns with your wisdom
Like the ancient sages you walk down the yellow river
The ocenic waves shrink at the knock of closing hours
Splendour of beauty speaks in alien voices
Yet you never forget the burning fire
That stokes your hunger for more for hungry soul
As if immortality is your right to wield the power of wisdom.

Why have you known yourself?
Why have you lived up to your wisdom?
What have you known for yourself?
Eternity calls for more truth, eternity subjugates you
Your immortal desires kill you in your sacred quest
The quest that drives you home for nothing
The quest that ends nowhwere to explode your hunger
Yet truth will never awaken you to a sense of forgivenness.

With a cup of nectar
You can live up to your immortality
But the eternity will not absolve you of your life's predicament
Your wisdom will remain with you but not the truth
The truth will dig its own grave
When your immortality reaches the empire of heavenly bliss.

Nymph of The Valley

Where had I seen you? I know your cloudless face, bleary-eyed forehead. Everything says what I imagined you in my remotest dream and desire. It takes a long while to forget the intrepid looking body and soul, Had God fashioned you in his own hand and in his own image. Is God the creator of soul? Where are you hailing from? I asked you. You remained as if a stormy petrel is whispering a soul song in your ear.

But I got my heart at you when you abruptly melted into your own clouds. In tears and jeers you cheered at your sovereignty. Your sovereignty spoke in many languages. In many words, it became a tome of dignity. You are just an epitome of rude fire and smoky fumes that never burn at the slightest provocation of love or hate. At the end of the tunnel I got you not running behind the stray dogs.

What should I name you? Nymph of the valley? The jingles of your body language is still deafening my silence. You are standing at the threshold of my conscience. You are neither singing nor dancing. Your presence makes all the difference as if someday you will kiss some somnambulist on his journey to oblivion. You are right at the corner of my wakefulness when all the birds have left their nests to greet the tomorrow to come.

Child of Universal Desire

Mother, where are hiding your baby? Sky stares at him, birds singing lullaby. He will not sleep on your lap. He will discover you, he will run away from. You cannot deny him his freedom. Let him be dirty with his disguised tricks. He will trick you into his hidden world. Have you ever been to his sunshine world? You will be his plaything. He will play with your love, he will give you the half sky to conquer.


Mother, why are you worried to see him crossing all frontiers? Why are you begging him mercy? Someday he will be the emperor of your destined land. He will win you many battles and then he will dethrone you from your vested desire. He carries the scepter of enchanted silence to whisper your love into the wind. He will break the ice of love for you when the rising sun gathers storm to break the world apart.

Mother, what are you plucking in the perfume garden? His worried eyes roam like flatfooted swan in a blue lake. His innocence will show you the way to the gate of blessings. He is the child of universal desire. You cannot ever prison him in your world of lust and greed. Let him be free to play his innocent tricks. He will talk to the sky. He will fly with the wind. And he will destroy all the frontiers.

Rest Assured As Ever

Your world is full of gray desires, desires that give you neither hope nor despair. Joy and sorrow never violate the rules of your perfumed world. When agony strikes at the heart of your desires, you plunge into your holy dip. You do not know evenly whether you attain salvation. But you rest assured as ever. You drink the cup of nectar and you live long, as long as your desires take you home in a holy grail of your world.

In your world, there is no rain or sunshine. There is no time and space. It is timeless, its space is spread over volcanic distance. You walk and walk, you sail across with your white ship that carries you to your desired frontier where neither fish nor fowl swim across your desired dream. You think not, you dream not. It is like a sojourn into a untreaded zone. When the siren call comes, you too take your breath away.

But you die not, you live not. You just change your guise. You are disguised in your own veil. The veil is not all too clear to the confused eyes. The veil removes all disguises from your swift desires. It is somber feeling that you cherish and that is what makes all the difference. The earthly creatures see you as ca creature from the other world where desires never stoke the fire But still you rest assured as ever.

Is that the haunted house of the king

Where slaves were slaughtered to celebrate god's blessings?

Is that the palace where the king plotted to burn the soldiers houses?

All those slaves still cry in the air

All those soldiers sacrificed their lives to save the king's grace

They are the nameless and faceless mortals

Who have been written off the pages of history

History repeated history in cruel tongue banishing humanity from the soil

Has history ever told the true story of mankind?

Will history ever uphold the manifesto of the wretched?



Someday there will arrive the harbinger of the forgotten

He will rememember the untold stories of burns and ruins

The slaughtered slaves will come alive in thousands

They will repeat the history in a new verse

The history will be replicated on a new horizon

Humanity will smile on the faces of the forgotten

The forgotten history will be manifesto of the wretched

And the wretched will be the new pages of history.

O, The Pretty Sister

Yellow clouds crowd you like a torrential rain

Yet you feel like a stubborn heart

Never letting your God worship you in psychadelic light

A shaffron moon shines on your forehead

As if you you are the half sky expanding in infinity

Your forehead holds the other half at a distance

O, the sistter of the far away land,

Will you ever walk along the aisles of eternity?



No siren is ringing in the valley of tranquility

Darkness has retreated back slowly into the light

All the flowers have assembled at your behest

Auburn hunger has rekindled the hearth

Nobody will go empty-handed in this pretty season

No children will ever be left motherless as you pray

Only the void world look down on your path of salvation

You will be the high queen in a wonderland.



O, the pretty sister, hug the children of mankind

Raise them on your half sky

They will bear the other half of your legacy

And they will burn the towering inferno.

Patches of Green

High wind has blown away the sky

Waves of mutiny have not yet died down

Days have shouted into the collapse of nights

Will the dark days ever be smiling on their face?

Patches of green still peeping into the silent valley

All have left home in search of life

Loneliness ravaging in stark haplessness

All have fallen at the feet of Mother Nature

Will she smile on these hapless creatures?



She never assures

She never scares lesser mortals

She only consoles all souls with heavenly bliss

So, why so flurry, brethren, why so flurry?

Do not you hear the voice that shows you the way

Do not you see the green patches of hope?

Come, boatmen, do come

Hold your fort and the storms will be away

The water will be the shiny way to reach the shore of your life

Your boats will never run aground against your fate

And Mother Nature will sing songs of river for you.

O, Drum-beater!

O, drum-beater!

Beat your drum, beat your sweated chest

Our souls are crying for sounds of bereaving silence

Beat your drum in ecstastic frenzy

We are all dying for rains in cloudbursts

The streams never sluice through our aisles

Our valley is weeping in wells of tears

Millions of stomachs stoking fire in hunger

Millions of footsteps walking along the valley

Voices have joined voices to reach God's haven

Will the heavenly bliss smile on their faces?



Do, drum-beater, do

Trumpet our voice in your drum

Let our million voices reach the shore

We are all in one in quest of our destiny

We will conquer our hunger, we will conquer the world

Our victory will be for our life

Someday we will paint the whole sky in our sweat and blood.

Hold Your Head High, Mother!

Hold your head high, mother
Burn your desires in flames of your agony
God will never rescue you, God will never forgive you
Why are you crying in vain?
Stormy petrel sings for you
The fairy girl has danced all the way
Will you ever dream for your soulful life?
Will you once walk along the aisle for your salvation?

Look at those stars dancing at your feet
The sky is smiling on your roar of silence
Lift your veil and pray to them from your heart
They will save you from your disguises
They will raise your soul's voice to the seventh sky
Why are you lowering your self in vain?

Someday the storms will fly in rage
All the devils will be driven back
The rains will drizzle like flower
And you will get back your hime and hearth
And your hunger will never prick your pains
Your face will glow softly in the burning sun
Darkness will never step into your world

Oh, Mother! Hold your head high, Mother!

Weird Spectacle

Once upon a time
When there was a hollow sun shrouded in mystic veils
Black clouds submerging into that hollow sun
Rivers of blood flowing lazyily into the bones and skulls
As though hunger has frozen into a sinister bonfire
And the mother nature was caressing her little crowing child
I was born into her big blowing womb
Webs of fantasy spreading there in the yonder land and soil
Was I dreaming in the yellow valley
Where a breeze of yawning silence was creating shadows of weird spectacle
Or was it a nightmare blocking my voice of no-words?

Words repeated no words
All beings yet to shake their benumbed limbs
Sages have not yet pronounced the seven virtues and vices
At that time there was a thunderous uproar in the rear garden
They have eaten the forbidden fruit
There was a hell of siren in the distant valley
There was nobody to suck the honey-bee
And where they have left now for an unknown destiny
The weird spectacles have vanished into the mist.

We are All in One

We are all in one, we are all to one
We are all for one saving thy grace and glory
The whisperings of the angels from the far yonder land
Together we bear the burden of our days and nights
For all ages we are ageless dreams floating in ethereal splendour
Cosmic eternity gives us hope and life
Darkness evaporates from thy path of heavenly bliss
Together we bear the burden of our blessed souls.

Light, give us more light
Burn us in thy lofty hemi-sphere to salvation
Free us from the fear of freedom
We cherish the consonance of cosmic harmony
We hear the songs of thy unheard and unsung voices
Together we will cross the vastness of the season
Together we will swim the length of violence
Never we will be falling back from thy course of reason
Give us more life to console
Give us hands to justice
Together we will bear the burden of thy grace and glory.

With Folded Arms (We Pray)

O, the birds of the sky
O, forest-dwelling sage of the north
Give us wisdom, give us the knowledge of the breadth of the sky
We will chase the depth of the ocean with our shadows falling back
We have never sucked the honey-comb
We have never kissed the feet of withering rays of the twilight
Give us a chance to feel the chill of death before life
Together we we will dance to the tune of satanic verses
Before praying on our lasr pyre.

O, the charisma of the old world
O, the saviours of the retarcting sun
The light is still burning the surrounding darkness
When the apoclypse will be revealed to all
When the Magus of the East will burn the fire of wisdom
We are the smaller beings of God's forsaken children
We will again be reborn at His behest.

We pray to Thee with folded arms, O the omniscient
We will see the face of our destiny
When there will be no more sighs of silence
And no more whispers of violence
Together we will spread our wings beyond the yonder sky.

Water Ablution

Life is all and everything
What is there if there is no sky
Not a drop of rain to walk along the ocean
Life meets life in eternal joy and glory
When soul kisses soul.

Hunger perishes us
Hunger diminishes us in disgraced soliloquy
Yet life spreads its wings in fluttering winds
Life fights life in breathing fire
When all songs are forbidden
At the fall of a nestling sparrow
All streams stop praying for freedom.

Sing songs for the fighting souls
Who have gone to win battles of freedom
Never to return home after the gusty war
Life will enhance their lives someday
Someday they will defeat their evils.

We will pray for life
We will worship life like thousand suns
Brighter days will rise in our sun
We will do water ablution one and all
We will worship life in sacred water.

That Nameless Face

Where had I seen that ugly face?
Where had the nameless face burned my desire?
When the gusty wind stormed into his home and hearth
Nobody stoked the fire
Nobody cared to listen to his songs of the soul
He sailed across the grimy river all alone.

He breathed fire in his outstretching silence
When I tried to pray for him
He sat through the night looking at the expanse of darkness
His ugly face sparkled in the firefly
Nobody cared to look at the raging bull with his swelling stomach
He just sat through the night
Alone, all alone.

That nameless face, his auburn body
I can still see them all in my forgotten images
How can I deny his insistence?
I know his sons had left him for the other world
They will never come back
He alone bore the burden of his destiny.

Fire of Pyre

It is pool of blue blood floating in shadows
Raging red clouds whispering nothing
Some people have gone to lighten the fire of pyre
The seasons have changed their long guises
Violence has breathed a sigh of relief
Nobody has has left home to gather briefs of moments
Will the sky withdraw to God's solace?

The pyre of life is burning afire
Eternal time seeks no revenge
Language of worship feels the void of nature
Sinster motives will never be exhumed.

The sinners have prayed for the last time
For the last time they have kissed the dust
And they are no more smelling the flowers.
Everything seems to be expecting another apoclypse
Another revealation will bring back the lost glory
Ages of fateful saga reverberating in pontificating images
All roads lead to the shrine of salvation.

O White-haired Lady!

No bristling wind bites the woods
Fluffy clouds flying in kissing monologue
Time has stopped for a moment to say sweet nothings
O White-haired Lady, who has forsaken you?
What are you mumbling to your souls?
Nobody will hear your soliloquy
Nobody will look back to fathom your untold mystries
Why are you counting your time in waste-land?

O White-haired lady!
For how many years have you crossed the trodden path?
Could you remember the seasons
When you have saved the criss-crossing sky from drowning?
In your laps you have lifted the veil of melancholy
Ages have never stopped at your footsteps
You have danced all the way to your forfeited destiny
And with all the rage you have drunk the cup of eternity
You have come full alive
No shadows have ever chased you to the frontier of hope and lies.

O White-haired Lady, your saga is yet to begin
Your saga will never end in fire and fume.

Wall of Silence

Eyes wide shut out
Walls of time frozen into a black chiaroscuro
Sounds listening in deeper voice from a yonder horizon
All the morrows drowned into cyclopic sorrows
Faces smaller than the squarespace orbs
All disguises torn apart rather in simultaneous orgies
Who can fathom the depth of silence?

They are come from the land of all seasons
As simple as the withering leaves follow the course of light
As if no death can extinguish the ray promises of crying souls
But where are the colours to paint the timelessness?
Where is that architect to build the buoy of life?
It is survival for existence all the way
It is the rule of the game
Who can swear all for nothing?

They are come from the land of smaller Gods
A child in lap never tranquilises the trauma of worse days
All in a moment's lapse it is wall of silence
Standing erect all above the sky.

Beg Me Blessings, Mother!

Mother, who are you praying to?

Your bowl of food and hunger reaches out to the gracious soul
Yet the sunshine bears you no fruit
All your sons have gone to the jungle on a hunting spree
They will win you a new horizon after a warring time
When will you be the mother courage of all?

Not a single soul stares at your wretched destiny
Not a single face kisses the shadow of your forlorn hope
This is time for no remorse
This is time for another course to choose
Let the world forsake you in a land of wilderness
All your sons will bring life and light in your forsaken destiny
Fill your bowl of love with more blessings
Why are you praying for nothing?

Your warring sons will come dead alive
I am your only son praying for for blessings
I will be born and reborn in your shadows

Beg me blessings, mother!

I Pray to Thee!

I pray to Thee, O God!
O lord of my conscience!
You only can save from the defeat of worldly desires
You only rekindle my blind eyes
My limping feet are wary of virtues of glory
I have consumed the taste of time
Seven sins are no more sweeter than milk and honey
What shall I do?

Take me to your shiny shrine
Let me kiss your souls, let me kiss your sacred shroud
hunger and death have foreshadowed my world of conscience
My words find no way to speak to thee
My voice is no longer resounding for more.

Give me tears of agony and ecstasy
Give me a handful of worldly desires
I shall drink the cup of sunshine for a moment's rest
Let the water of life inundate the path of my lopng voyage
Let hunger and death never knock at my soul's grace
And all and one will join the last supper at your feet.

Colour 'em Not!

Who has stolen my shadows?
Who has gone to humble my all souls, brethren?
Time wraps days after nights
All spaces sizzling in praire fire like a nomadic tribe
Sudden silence of violence crying in a whimper of oceanic slumber
I forget to remember the consequence of existence
The chiaroscuro of my shadows follow all the way to the blessed land
Where lies my colours of silence to life and death.

Hearken to the voice of hidden mystique
Nothing is dispensable in warring togetherness
All embedded in natural joy and glory
Hope and beauty all to clear to the ephemeral guise
Who can fly into the rage of fiery silence?
Colours smile in colurs in jest and fury
Who can paint the vast expanse of mother's benevolence?
Images of lost dreams surround the canvas of shadows
Seven sins and virtues breathe the ecstasy of existence
Beings are born and re-born in fleeting wings
Yet there is so much agony and ecstasy hiding in every soul.

Who has stolen my shadows?
Who has gone to humble my all souls, brethren?

Colur 'em not!

Block of Rock

Where is my silence, o my silence?
Darkness surrounding darkness
Gathering storms on my graveyard, o my silence
Where are you born?

You are born into my silence of night
Never to be born again
When I am salvaging my self and beings
And a fleeting butterfly kisses the charm of the season
You stand like a block of rock leaning against the falling sky
Yet my sacred silence breaks you asunder
Why are you not my silence of unspoken brotherhood?

Silence, o my silence, where are you?
Why are you born into my beseiged territory?
My forlorn hope breathes fire in a tempest of agony
I shall go along the length of violence
My soul aches for thee
Why are you wrapping in mystery of heavenly bliss?
I pray to God all alone, where are you?