i sang but i was empty
hollow air vibrating noise
strewn across the front porch
flowers from the fields
the trails of tender smiles
lie beneath the midnight sky
swaying silent in the wind
you stood naked asking
what i see besides your body
and i say i know no other way
to see you than this
taking turns you and me
turning takings and tuning in
to sounds of the beat of droplets
coupling and bubbling in the belly
of an old sufi monk in
a cave in the Nubian desert
spelling out words of silent
mist in the break of day.
words travel further
you know
before they entered your view
they sat still in darkness
waiting to begin their journey
at your intimation
they fall faster than light
through the universe
to break the silence
with our mouthes
we attract them from all across
the galaxies words
we put into rhythms and rhymes
construct and break up
lives with our speech
that fades so perfectly unnoticed
back into stillness
once it was there.
aditya: every morning i share a tea with a wasp bro
so i have a sip
the wasp has a sip
and after i finish the last sip
sometimes it sits on my lips and drinks
me: haha
no fucking way
aditya: trust me bro
3 days straight now
me: not on your lips
aditya: im feeling the zen bro
the buddha is in the wasp
the buddha is in me
you bend over
so I can see your inner
most divine
shining through the contours
of your perfect body
night skies
stretching behind towers
from past adventures
fade into oblivion
in this light
straight lines
from our eyes to the horizon
we take off and feel
their slow progression
across the universe
It was in the early days. When people were experimenting on each other.
It is hard to say what it was like back then but our theory is that a colossal social experiment, designed and implemented to perfection, had collapsed and spilled its bile all over the land. Archeologists today believe that some very powerful humans of the ancient times must have educated, bought or disciplined a certain class of people to devise a large system which extracted wealth from the people at the lowest level of society. The scheme must have yielded vast fortunes because records show that a group comprising less than one percent of the populace believed that the land the humans lived on was theirs. Read more…?
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth; Read more…?