One always stumbles,

And falls to ground.

It matters to onlooker -

how gracefully they getup -

and fall in line of the great race.

When you are waiting,
And nothing happening.

Not even a fickle of wind,
Not even a leaf is falling,
Not even a cricket is chirping.

The sky blue, orange and radiant
And just stuck like a painting.

The bird in the nest,
silently staring at you.

The music from far away,
playing without a change in rhythm.

The whole nothingness is fulfilling.

Withered by the surprising storm,

Forced to take shelter here,

In this cave atop the hill.

--

Once upon an era back -

This used to be my favorite,

Too many memories floating here.

--

Then, it happened -

Gods fought a war here,

Ferociously and fiercely.

--

The whole valley and hill charred,

All that is lively is dead.

All that is green and brown is charred.

--

Gods rode away -

After a brokered truce,

Leaving all that is dead.

--

After storm passed -

Stretched and strolled -

Scanning all over.

--

Everything I glanced -

Made my heart heavy -

Destressing and depressing.

--

But at the center of it all,

Deep in the valley,

A lonely plant cheered me.

All I strive is to get into a rhythm,

And keep dancing until the music fades.

--

All this grilling, tiling and meditation -

All this spacing, dashing and tripping -

Is to find that nice rhythm I can keep dancing.

--

For so long,

I kept my eyes,

Pealed open -

Deciphering truth,

As I see fit.

I am going blind,

Little by little

Day after day.

With all this -

Bright light

Directly shed on me.

I need much more luminescence,

To make true sense -

Of what's in front of me -

All these years.

I built a glass lighthouse tower
And filled with fog
Only entagled can peak in.

But,
The machines taken over in a night
With,
Fancy vision they probed deep
Feeling me naked -
In my own foggy lighthouse glass tower.

Middle of the journey,

My eyes are burdened, burning and bright red.

I can not stop now,

Time for my three shot poison.

Across the lake,

where Salmon sheds salt,

there lies my flag.

I keep rolling

day after day.

Met an old man
on deathbed.

He smiled with grace,
and said with conviction.

"Time is the only currency -
Love is the only worthy pursuit."

I never forgot,
I never understood,
until this day.

Now,
the golden
silver clouds
are all gone.

Sun,
is shining bright.

Alas! too late for me!!
Maybe not of you.

In the beginning -

I was a white paper,
majestic, white and pleasing.

I was filled with ink of multitudes of colors,
crushed between two hot sheets.
My whole body was burning,
like in a hot coal fire -
but without any smog or soot.

Then, I was looked upon
examined by disappointed eyes,
Crumbled, fumbled and tumbled.

Then, I flew into lazy river,
wet, cold, damp, squishy.

Finally,
I am at Nirvana.
now I lost myself.
no longer exists as me,
rather just part of the flow.

I don't like polling,
I don't like waiting,
Give me an event!

Polling is boring,
Waiting is wasting,
event - act now!

Swarm, Swim,
break the dam -
The Salmon must flow!