Colour of your eyes

How would you like the sky
If it wasnt for the limitations of worlds
I would have painted it
The colour of ur eyes

My friends of the inner world

I wish I knew
My friends of the inner world
And then for them
I would survive

But for now I look around
For their words
Standing alone
Around them

Unwritten poems

Hiding behind
Unwritten poems
She stole her eyes
From the little drops of rain

Looking for ignorance
In the light of the day
She unfolds
Her jesting monkey

Mountain stars

Why should I think?
For his creation
Or is it to reach
The mountain starts?

Edge

Let me build for a while
At the edge
For the fall
Will wake me up

Unplucked tree

The ugly branches
And the unconstructed road
Spends there day
Without my thoughts

The unplucked tree
Waits for my experience
But will the forests
Except me?

Falling rain

Can we stop
A falling rain
If it wasn't for her eyes
I would be happy

Candy Bars

I want her kid
To catch myself asleep
Pink candy bars
And an empty conical wafer

Temporary Waves

You make me
Want to live forever
For the temporary waves
Are continuously unending

The world
Like an ocean
Not a salty drop
Can quench my thirst

So I stand
In need of a stranger land
But for now
I stare entertained

A land far off

A hole to the land
Very far off
Yet I remain
The same

I will eat my thoughts
And realise my emotions
Then the depth
Will justify my life

Her shadows

I borrowed her emotions
To feed me destiny
Now for her shadows
I wait for eternity

Looking for direction

I am looking for direction
For I have no reason

Of the inconsequential colors
And their search
And their presence
By movements

I am looking for direction
For I have no reason

To justify the season
Of heart aches and light
The untruth and madness
Darkness and death

I am looking for direction
For I have no reason

For my unsequenced thoughts
And shadowy feelings
For my days and days
Of endless living

I am looking for direction
For I have no reason

Random absurdity

What I do not know
Must be true
That explains
The random absurdity

Indivisibility of time

Can I buy my death
Or return to time
Trace back moments
To the place of my birth
Where the lights
Need not burn burn for darkness
Where the indivisibility of time
Awaits alone

Pralaya

The King of destruction
On a sacred journey
Return from the
Outside of the universe
The black etrnal hole
Away from the burden of my thoughts
They call it pralaya
I call it my answers

Her Eyes

A city dwells in her eyes
Its dark and there are no birds to fly
Yet she speaks to the sky
Who am I kidding, this is all a lie.

Law of darkness

The undreamt
Seduction of the soul
Germs of life
A mystical shadow
The remains gathered
For the offering to the spirit
Proposed and enshrined
To the laws of darkness

Unmanifested

The unmanisfested factor
Impure and primitive
Hopeless riddle
Of establishment

The dim essence
Of the downward scale
Ungraded
Effected

The flawed impression
Powerless
Invaded
Defeated

The imprisoned expression
Unworthy
Caged
Unsubstantiated

Tattva

A sourceless secret vacuum
The innermost drop
The seclusive creativeness
Of the lonelier hours
The omnipresent
Concretized and disintegrated
The deathless wisdom
Of tattva

Initiator

Burn the rays
Of the fading light
To equate
For the serpentary beings

Sell the sun
For the snake's eye
As a gift
To the celestial beings

Unfold the logic
Of the all pervasive
For the representation
Of our saviour

Loose the self
For the final act
For the sacred submission
To the initiator

Relic

A relic
Forbidden star
A quest
For emptiness
Unquestionable
Unaware
Untamed
Unspoken of

Parallel Irony

An outward realisation
A temporary truth
An inconclusive completeness
An abaundant specification
A similar diversity
A parallel irony

Point of no return

A thought brought me
To a point of no return
With the limitations
On the inside I sink
Standing on the edge
Only was is up the slope
Depending on the angle of perception
Steepness can be manipulated

The ghost of my thoughts

The smell of the times
The ghost of thoughts
Still haunts
The dark nights
The last touch
Of silence