More than Words !

There are few things,  that have touched me  through the spine- and set fire to whoever this man might be ! Which makes me question everything that it is, That life is known for.  Because the more closely I look at it, the more &  more things get lost.  The more meanings get lost ! The more I move toward it,  the more I vanish into thin air.  I just vanish away. Slowly. Slooowwwly ! But it's so fast that; one cannot capture those  moments into memories. And one just vanishes. The heart is full of fire, ice and air, and love,  and pleasure, and bliss.  But there is no heart at all. And the mind is full of wisdom,  smokes, dust, dirt, feelings, emotions, information, knowledge,  things and wisdom.  But there is no mind.  And that's the miracle of life. 

You see my friend,  You live in a fantasy wonderland that you have created. Now when I say fantasy don't take it as something only with pleasures and happiness, the fantasy land also consists of pain and suffering. That's why you seek, all kind of nonsense to convert those pains and suffering into bliss. The whole problem that you look upon is the problem of not being blissful. The constant longing for sex and love.  Yet, the problem is not there at all. The problem is that what you think is reality, is nothing more than your own fantasy world. Which is created with your own perception. Look around you, Look everywhere, the whole life is created on the basis of your perception.  And if you cant see that, just look at it as the form of your own ego. My house, my family, My religion, My country, all those I, My and Mine. Isn't that your perception.  If someday you suffer from Alzheimer you will forget everything. Then those games of I, my and M...

Uranus,  let me be, your ring; ill then cover you up- make you so warm,  that your sideways, are free your days, are long in me; (F)orsanόj (worsanos)- up from Varsha-  you rain my soul, thy soul your chaos,  air's my sun into nebulous beggaring the end; your dips of drops,  wanders into me-  and capsules me in you; wherein, I am the ocean* your celestial ocean !

Skipping beats,  eternize'd I disguise as her prey; disobedient aspiring in her soul,  embracing me,  she says,  "Nunc scio quid sit amor" diving away,  into laser beams,  floating,  like her renewal  as my mirror,  I say,  "Etiam in morte, superest amor" non dimensional,  we become- photons of love proton,  paradoxes jumps back,  scattering,  into thy evaporation; evil-live songs,  thoughts,  beats,  entropy,  equilibrium- so,  paddling- a song,  she convicts me,  of motion,  jumping,  back * forth,  diffusion,  the heat; transfers,  relative confusion,  I ask,  She replies,  she asks,  I reply,  into atmospheric circulations- in her vortex,  that takes me away,  inside time warps,  descending upon,  emptiness,...

My dear;  said Epicurus- standing in the pillars,  beside- the great city of samos; looking at my eyes,  gazing me in himself,  he said,  the art of living well; and the art of dying well are One.  the Athenian wind,  carried me away into devotion- over virtue- besides 'Sophia' reciprocity follows,  your departure,  into that, which man desires,  pleasures & bliss,  into 'ataraxia' consciousness,  driving itself says,  of dead words; "non sum, non curo" 'I am not, I do not care" but willing he follows,  those caskets,  of just & might,  resonated- into body & mind,  I look into Epicurus,  in silent play,  and say: my dear,  how wrong could you be ?

the dawn of Greece,  was in my Heart,  the day of lost love: I sat by,  those empty roads,  waiting,  just waiting for her,  by then, death mocked me,  into heaviness,  smoke, blood and tears- dogs barking,  to her dead body,  she was once alive,  some licked her, in days,  some ate her, in night my eyes dimming, & with my breath falling it clouded with fear,  rained with blood; my tongues thirsty tasted her blood,  no apologies her bones were left,  along her memories- my legs were decaying,  ants crawling,  and those men in boots,  at times pushing me down,  those empty lane,  where once-  I sat beside her: with her words,  speaking of willing errors- the play had been played,  by then  wisdom divided into infinity,  she just took zero,  and I played her,  im...

egg the life inside seeds,  where the coffee cup,  lips my lower lip,  flowers, are spaces- holds the upper lip; isometrically moved into life,  yes, the flower of life; depiction of her cube,  archangel of desires,  her enoch rings,  my part of her gypsum,  patterns of non-creation,  mystical scalar plexus,  floating her tripod vision,  Triquetra- my bird; ratching nodes into cubes,  the flower,  is now a tree of my genesis,  her cosmology of my,  trees branching tree's !