Thursday, 19 May 2011

The circle of flame

some designs as rock paintings
on the walls of ancient cellars,
roams whole life in search of
Haecceity,meaning of existence,
emotional radius often pierced
ambit of unexplained perception,
Deceived by geometric signals,
Life was geometry or a general
philosophy, We just simply -
entangled in pseudo lotus stalks,
how the night had been passed
difficult to say my dear friend,
the soot of eyes was washed by
horizon,seashore was lost in an
unfamaliar skyline far away, often
echoes returned back empty voice,
though I called them consistently,
who left whose hand, where, how
they added themselves, its difficult
to say the cipher of equation had
solution all the time, just ourselves
we have drawn the circle of flame.