To fulfil immortality in life

the earth becomeslike someone’s kite-trees, clouds and skyclash against each other-the obscure torchessilence breaks platesempty space pours downthat presupposesthe advent of something unseenwhich takes shape for somethingelse unseenas grapes manifestfrom blossomsheavy with wine unseenin which you look for what is firmthat lifts its head in your heart-yielding insight other thansorrow and joy,the rest is dreg.

is but a benevolent gardenand what matterspurely honey furnished interior,swarm hive in fragrant peasant treeor even in fetid city refuge.like rain,bees make no distinction andbrew for anyone.seeing darts as opportunityof silent service, theybuzz wing far inside the brewery of the pollento freight backthat which could sweeten what is bitter in man.

is a desire wanting morsel.unless a slice, millet size, let notthe ignorance of your sensual selfchild-like bite its fingersexcitedly in its greed to gobbleon trust of taste. what seemsmanifest is but your lustfor the illusory flavour.hiddenis the fire, calmly smoking offyour expectation into ashesof regret.

of your soul MAN, I’m an emissary of somehigher order.What’s left of daylight, at nightI turn down the borrowed light throughthe darkness of night sky, low to cosmic blissas a torch for the benighted and as anenlightenment of the sky.Though cratered byimperfection, but free from sun’s heat and rain’scoldness, I retain my splendour when visibleand…

But loftier the craftmanshipMore congruent in symmetryThan ever are our warring senses-All in silent watch -martyr.Not your lustof martyrdom but the sculptor’s chiselcarves a living name, world wonder made.Sad,Time and with it, centuries fail to seeNot light of fulfilment in your eyesBut hollow worn in stone,History’s daintily cut lies-Mere sensorium ruin.

and costs least sacrifice, but if sincere,induces all the pleasing motionsof the soul-love, truth, charity,compassion that open iron gateand withhold gallows.Kindness alonecan lift the soul high enoughso that no offence can reach it butit’s harder to get kindness thanknowledge and if lost becomes stillharder to retrieve it.Nature does not bestowkindness.It’s an exercise of willlike any…