destinations

floating to beach

any destination

a coconut

amid ocean

that can't leak; 

white heart well oiled

starting to rot

before its roots soiled

before its head buried in the sand

it's all poisoned

nothing to blame

in all seasons

shaking its brain

busy with self-importance

walking on a path so ancient

the blue sea in a big bowl

heated by the sun so bored

here the moon glows purest

maddens the restless wavelets

life is a game

a brain game

a long long game

so long and so much pain

just play the floating art sanely

nobody shuffles the cards

only insanity

choose one of the paths

all directions;

little turtles crawl

by instinct

never to be seen again

toward the ocean

with its ancient trails

neverending

win or fail

on a golden track

don't want to look back

don't want to look around

don't want to look forward

now

all the great journeys

started with the first step;

 so were the not too bad

and the not too funny quests

led by the first steps to the farthest

at the first opportunities

where is it gonna be?

fate - empty are ambitions

hate drawing in the sand

persistence building a castle

grain by grain

like a monk with no expectation

winged;

counting the wing strokes of birds will be more fun

a buried head sinking

deeper; 

it is all

the future;

infallible

burden on both shoulders;

No path ever was straight

curvier than ever against expectation

predictability and certainty anchored

tiny ship amid ocean

sea level rising

where am I now?

(nice picture - thanks for all the pictures I've borrowed so far!)

Winter Rain

A very youthful image of you

When breeze plays on the surface of blue sea

In brilliant days sunshine

When sea birds fly diving through the waves deep

Seeking the reality for miles;

That was when the east lit up

With a dream; 

My eyes close with a gaze

Once again into those days

When I still dared to cry whenever I missed a grace of your face; 

A very youthful image of you

The then I was fooled enough

To fight for love given my heart

As sacrifice to convince, an’ tried hard;

Even with a little sharp pain, I used to burst

Like a balloon – filled with love;   

Beautiful were you!

Being attached, I can’t go away!

Painful were those days!

Painful I can’t get away!

Those who had no same old story

Will not know painful glory

A youthful image of you flickering in the wind of old memory

Dead but haunting an abandoned heart

A youthful image hovering above a tombstone completely smashed …

 Smouldering under a snowy volley graveyard 

Facade of Gumption

Good morning! 


Good, having good imagination

Good, it's good quality 

Good, doesn't delude the good beings who use it;

Self-appreciation's confirmed ... 

Be careful!!!
A snake handler can be killed with venom;

Self-deluded thinker - a dead intellect.
Once dead, helpless for help
Whether smartest, best in many ways! 

Good, no dead log rolling downhill. 

The best is cool but can't say
The rest is not!

Challenge is an opportunity 
For doing extraordinary!
Would ya like proving how 
Ya feeling, ya mind an' intelligence exist now?

After living ya life, where ya going?
Ever keen to prove death the end o' ya feelings?
Life's the greatest struggle - you would know. 

Life's art where beauty an' tasteless meet 

Strokes o' ya feet the invisible memory
Ya path started from birth, ya journey! 
Would ya decorate life, or just a tomb in cemetery? 

Those, who never 
Honoured ya feelings in life, 
Laying flowers  
Even gun salutes 
For ghosts wandering through wonderful tombs!

Why does a place of honour burial grounds?
Betrayal to life
Commercial to death
Rivers of feelings flow
On the surface of hearts cold
Ice-age would never return again!

Being obsessed with death, not a curse
Just face the truth!