Saturday, 9 June 2012


THE DEAL OF SWEET PAIN 
it was better, that do not ever loved; 
loneliness was not so much
prussic; a loafing; a 
cool wandering; 
sometimes
the
desert and, sometimes among the 
clouds; reckless life, rugged
path; a big smile after
stumbling, the
moments 
were just like obstinate kid, every 
time capriole, running after 
the butterflies, innocent
emotion had no 
realization
of any
tedium, life was the intense smell 
of wild flowers, flirting with 
seasonal colors of sky,
no promises; nor
the discomfort 
to meet
someone, the deal of sweet pain has
snatched all the liberty - - - 
painting by MICHAEL NAPLES - Wild Flowers

THE RECIPROCAL EQUATION
neither figment of the imagination
nor the realism of life; whose
shadow chases with the
ad infinitum way,
do not know;
an unseen
chain
curls the perception, on those –
mystifying moment ; breath
becomes twitchy ; runs
toward your persona
leaving self value,
in the mirror;
the denial
of self
image raises unexpected question,
albeit being very nearer to each
other ; the gap looks wider ,
an invisible smoldering,
a desire to absorb
the entire thrill
of moment,
makes
the life more vital, more attractive,
it’s an extreme indulgence to
immerse someone into the
land of soul, a feeling of
undivided union of
two somatic
planet,