~ Welcome ~

Words ~
The immortality of silent thoughts ~
Can they capture the essence of truth...
Or mere attempts of engraving life ~

Here I come as the dreamer
wakes to a world of unknown shore
like the sand
in between fingers of drifting sea
I wait for the call to bring those words

Thursday, December 22, 2011

~ Reminiscence of fate ~



~ When one says peace is the only way.. is too cautious to live. ~


Strangeness
of the whole thing
I wholeheartedly loved the whole thing
Extreme of all possible emotions in days
Christmas lights on fire

A slow reversed motion
of un-blending
all the juicy fruits
in the transparent juicer
studying the origins
of each fruit tree


So beautiful

I was so accustomed
to not feel extremes
Now I realised
one cannot
experience the meanings of life
without

passion tornadoes
in heart

Something
you thought you understood
only to discover further
just how deep you have fallen
into a volcano at the north pole


Surprise

And it humbled me
to understood.. Just how little did I know about life
How little...

You cannot look at such explosives
as some kind of disaster
it's full of life
Ash of clashing off-track dreams
is what reality made of

The trouble with less extreme thinking
we are gluing the pages of histories
edge to edge
religiously
without knowing.. who are enslaved

Whom is known to be heartless
must lived right in the center of a paradox
wears a crown
Surrogates
for misery of the other in love

Or so it seems


Can a Rose and it's thorns be lifeless
to their disdaining beauty
contradicting the other
to the beholder
of it's fragrance ?

Riddles
my inherited Daily mail
Don't look at what happened
but what it means..
Surest recovery to lost questions of that has no answer

Questions of that has no answer
leave both the Rose,
and the thorn
scarred by the beholder
with fragrance

an invisible
silencing haunt

Rose, thorn.. the beholder
are dimensions of timeless space
to hold fragrant haunts
clashing
off-track dreams
as the endless reality

Seasons of my hour
speak the colours of death
announcing someone
that looks exactly like me in reflection
to be born as someone else yesterday

When I understand
the moment
is dying in reliving dreams
all at once..


I've came pass eternity
many times and over
in reminiscence of fate

 ~ Love does not accept any illusion. Love abides creation. ~


                     ~ Lyric dreamer ~ 22.Dec.2011

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