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