And to hear is nothingness alone
\nWhen words are not heard;
\nechoes do not swell
\nLike a rush of breeze
\nwhen eyes are not mirrored
\nto see things at the reversed side
\nAnd to see is nothingness alone!<\/p>\n

2. Dreams
\n<\/strong>Myriads of fancy I weave
\nTo discover what is not from my being
\nTo simply be forgotten like a nightly dream.
\nI knit a thousand dreams yet there
\nTo be attainable,
\nBut I am not the very fount from
\nwhere these dreams come,
\nAnd therefore I am an unfulfilled dream.
\nI knit these dreams to soar pole to pole, wilderness to wilderness
\nAnd yet these are paths of various nature.
\nI shall in time reach there
\nWhere the fount is waiting for me to unleash my energy, breaths and toils.
\nMany dreams are, in the long run, go unfelt but I shall, like the dream itself, walk to wake me up.<\/p>\n

3.<\/strong> Darkness (I)<\/strong>
\nThe moon melted away
\nlike the leaves of a spring tree.
\nThere is no option; another way is lost
\nTo be out of darkness so free.
\nThe stars have forsaken us
\nTo calm this heart lost in wanderings.<\/p>\n

4. A Joy of Night
\n<\/strong>A whiff of dispersed fragrance
\nemitted through the lips of yours
\nbreezes in,
\nand thus, the solitude of the night
\nIs set into canorous epiphanies.<\/p>\n

5. Darkness (ii)<\/strong>
\nThe modicum of light left is all done.
\nMirages by leaps and bounds playfully move frontward,
\nA shadow of the dark with a tinge of invisible
\nwisps in the space swings,
\nSilence prances and struts
\ntrouncing the indomitable.
\nThese callous nights confront
\nthe meaningfulness of time.
\nA bland, tedious world
\nThe captive of darkness is the light.
\nI sway around its blind axis.<\/p>\n

6. The Wise and the Fool
\n<\/strong>Wise men say what\u2019s here from the earth to take,
\nThe foolish take fare of illusive thoughts,
\nA mere Illusion is but the world
\nWhere each one of us leads
\nThe road of merging curves.<\/p>\n

7. A Vow
\n<\/strong>I have reposed my faith in you
\nWho\u2019s light like morning dew
\nClung to the leaves of a plant.
\nI have reposed my faith in you
\nWho\u2019s one of a few
\nCherished by this heart.
\nI have reposed my faith in you
\nWho glows like the last phase of the moon
\nAnd whose love reigns supreme in this heart
\nI have reposed my faith in you
\nWhose beauty enthrall this yearning heart,
\nAnd whose eyes open mine.<\/p>\n

8. Nature<\/strong>
\nThese lights fade
\nthat shine in the dark,
\nThe roaring zoo by the riverside,
\nThe lovely melody of the lark.
\nThe length of the whisper of the wind,
\nIt spreads from the corner and the crack to my room,
\nAnd the pleasure of the wind unfolds.
\nIn the best of wines, turn your head.
\nAnd the time clock keeps me impatient.
\nI lie like impermanence.
\nThings are established however
\nTo vanish like the light of darkness.<\/p>\n

9. Hate
\n<\/strong>Hatred could sully the world
\nAnd yet we found ways to hate.
\nWe could order everything else
\nWith some strong and rebuttal debate.
\nWhat hate could not win was the talk.
\nAnd what love could win was not known.
\nWe could not wait for luck
\nIf those hatreds and loves were unknown.<\/p>\n

10. Poetry
\n<\/strong>Poetry does the feelings spread
\nFar and wide
\nto space and wilderness,
\ndoes it then smooch the grandeur it
\nfinds on the way.
\nPoetry does the heart cherishes
\nFor what\u2019s sweet to the heart is cherished.<\/p>\n

11. Feelings
\n<\/strong>Feelings surge through the deepest
\nInside of the heart in this night
\nSet me into a tune,
\nEngross me into a trance of unfathomable beauty,
\nPosition me allured.
\nI am left nowhere but lost.
\nNight moves into my bedchamber wild
\ngripped by aching yearning,
\na mania of time enwraps me full.
\nThe heart dances like the dust bunny
\nIn the springtide;
\nWhere could rest be met,
\nA string of heart-shaped into a no-mind?<\/p>\n

12. Life
\n<\/strong>Life is dice
\nWithout emphasis
\nIt can flip any side.
\nLife is game
\nWithout emphasis
\nYou can win or lose
\ndepending on how you play.
\nA coin can flip either side
\nAnd a game can be either win or loss.<\/p>\n

13. To the Stranger
\n<\/strong>Bringing stars
\nto this rayless heart
\ncome,
\nO, stranger!
\nCome like the fireflies in the dark corner of this life
\nbringing enough light.
\nThis life of mine has hungered
\nAnd untellable love awaits
\nTo unite with thy soul.<\/p>\n

14. Third Eye
\n<\/strong>Where are those loves
\nthine eyes seek to attain?
\nWhere are thine eyes
\nthat flutter in the realm of beauty?
\nThou art solving of all imperfections,
\nYou bestow me enough freedom
\nTo find the surge of love and tides of compassion.<\/p>\n

15. Wishes
\n<\/strong>Like the drifter man\u2019s life
\nThis man seeks various triumphs
\nLike the drifter man\u2019s life
\nThis man moves in seeking always,
\nSeeking things wandering in space and time.<\/p>\n

16. A Scene
\n<\/strong>The dark-hued starless night
\nOver the grounds lie
\nIn its center, a gale of whisper
\nSounds in the night of rest
\nNot to bother me, but to awake
\nThis slumbered state of mind
\nFor a fresh start!<\/p>\n

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