All Strife is Sterile
A fortune-teller deciphers it all,
A few moments that baffle me,
To know the sole panacea of all,
Nothing more evil to the senses !
To my being I can be aware of,
To nothing can it brighten up ?
Ignorance and bliss is in being,
Each bit I live, each bit I savour.
My thirst turns me so berserk,
Hunger 'll sustain the life till last,
All play is pulsating on this shore,
And strife created is so sterile !
Relish Days and Nights
Pleasure goes as it comes,
As a flower, it attracts me wild,
Vanishes as a shadow goes,
Like fragrance that fleets fast.
Without night, day sparkles not,
Without space, things can't exist,
Life walks while death stares,
Speed stuns the stagnant most.
I hold my balance in the chaos,
Now the breeze blows so cool,
When I cease love in my heart ,
I forget the abyss in my mind.
To draw bliss in the sap of life,
I delve into my brazen beast,
To know and love, a real release,
To despise, despicable to the soul !
I deem not my journey as the last,
But keep my steps marching on,
So many times have I seen you,
Yet my thirst keeps looking at you.
How I looked into your eyes,
To pick up bits beneath the lids,
Have I understood your smiles ?
Felt perfect the grace of curves !
So much remains out of sight,
Why silence is still mute to me ?
I stare you like a desolate lane,
Feelings surge like strangers.