cracking lips.*
winter screams, they've been hiding in my limb.


licking tongue.
drying lips, while soaking in my river so thin.


shining eyes.
morning ding, rhyming and echoing till the brim.


what they've been hiding, is all *frost.
what they've been shining, is all mist.


It feels.  It feels.

**Winter is knocking.

Shuttering winds.
Settling fingers.

Rumbling wings.
Whirling roads.

And a tale of two.
Into weave of one.

In the valley,
along stream.

all I see beyond the existence,
is truth as pure as Kāshi.
each and every breath,
chants name of Kāshi.

wish I Could ask the moon to settle and stop.
on the evening sky.
so blue and hue;
of an orange fly.

and here has come the time again.
and here it falls, the sunlight so straight.

and here has run, the time so fast.
and here it rolls, the moments so last.

so last.
so strong.
my rings of tone.
to run around.
like a peak dawn.

and i go so straight.
and i am so silent.

now is the time, to go again..
now is the time, to show again..
the moment of numb, scrolling.
the eyes so red, and it's falling.

the moment unsung, have reached the peak.
the heart so flat, couldn't repeat.

and I...
and I......

i'm catching the back door here..
i'm gonna show my stare into silent dark..

" never make your life a fairy tale but fancy it up a little and assume a character for you to play and live it, live it until you make a new tale to be lived again , to be seen again . Not a fairy tale , but a tale .. "