Before this sun go insane....i look behind....into the night..... that's standing on the doorway....few steps from the dawn and few steps in the night...threshold of a dream and martyr's realm....
some torn sheets of the past near the lake haunts me....some laughter echoes on the edges of the clif........

the plant of the cancer like creature of the lost child has grown up to a man.....answers all the question from the unheard light from the dark......

Maine morrison ko nai mara!!!

looking at the moon....eyes bit moist and heart still beating strong.....looking for the lost soul somewhere in the dark....i wish i could see it in here.....

its difficult to die at times but thats the level where you get out of your body.....and the soul sees the doors of the bright light and the walks towards it to get burnt into it.....kissing the fragile saturation of the things known and the things unknown.............

looking at the wind from the west....

Drift finally seems to taking over the soft joy....smiles dragged by the forces of inner tide....embers of light it looks like.....unceasing wind of the unknown took away the laughters that never looked like disappearing with worldly doldrums.....history i can smell when the ugly me the bells of night.....chaos and silence in the sweets i had.....may the night prevail and the ugly find a way...the martyr encumbered in prison of hope....

Before its dawn.....

The moon is still shining bright....and the dawn is on the next step.....both the travelers of the altered state.....will lookinto each other.....may they reach the shore......may they shine bright in harmony...as it sinkning low, the grace shall amalgamate the power of the warrior, of the golden lamp....wish they could stay a lil while more......

The ugly me!