"I'm in love with my Blue diary,
where I write—my—Yellow poetry."

"Just like a torrential flow,
Thy remembrance—
Lamentably remains,
Like stagnant waters in my drain."

Debt,
Out—Of—Oversee!!
A demon—
A game,
Destructive,
consuming,
Controlling a life,
A cycle of struggle,
A loop,
Burden,
Onus,
fear—
Trapped!
Trapped!
Trapped!
No win Position!?
Maybe,
just maybe,
There's a Hiss in the wind,
But no—
I was wrong.
Resign,
Checkmate?
Suicide?

Goodbye.


"The end."

Wisdom
Blooms
Wisdom
Wilts
If
Wisdom
Works
It
Moreover
Reawakens.­

Today,
A rose of you,
Thou rose before the sun,
But where did such bright rays,
Like ribbons,come from?
Perhaps they are the ribbons of thy smile,
Spreading to the gloomy side
Of the aged night,
Continuing to shine bright.

Late '50s—
The art of their beauty,
A telephone rings,
(ring, ring, ring, ring).
As a musician,
I journeyed to West Nepal,
A sandstorm blew across the highway,
full of free will.
The era of storytellers—
The melodic Gandarbhas.
A musical heritage,
A bygone era,
The sound of the Sarangi,
A musical vehicle for the soul.
I loved the way they translated deeply:
"What can I do besides
exploring the sounds of diverse music?"
Time fades,
heritage wanes.
The early '60s—
Hippies invaded!
The evolution of technology—
"Radio Ga Ga" signals the change.
The vehicle stood abandoned,
Western instruments arrived,
The musical scene shifted.
They fade away,
like strangers on the way.
Where do they go,
those lost melodies?
In every corner,
A battle brews—
Between the tradition they cherish
And the revolution they must embrace.

Blue,
wide skies,
Coconuts sway—
I love you.
Date palms,
my love,
The tambourine woman's call,
A man with his guitar.
A puppy with his ******,
Starts playing the chord!
A man with his song,
The tambourine woman—
Her soprano harmony merges along.
Their music feels like mushrooms,
An ecstasy of euphoria,
Under the great blue sky,
Under the great blue sky
Of great South Asia.

Oh psychedelic
You wrecked my time,
with every surprising rhyme.
Once in a while!
You slowed down, stood still, and sped, Allowing my illusions to be Fed.
You wrecked my emotions,
With visions warped and colors bled,
Twisting time in altered hues,
Feeding dreams inside my head.

Let your sore bleed,
Let the soldiers speak,
The pain of the military,
The soldier’s war poetry.
The dog crying in the streets,
Listen to the news of the devil,
Crossroads,
A glimpse of the red light.
The speed of green tank wheels,
The sound of fear that the night reveals.

Oh dear,
You sent an angel into my life,
With no future,
Like light without brightness,
But I’m dazed anyway.
God, replace my fate,
You said,
“It’s never too late,”
Make her mine,
Don’t make my angel wait.
Thousands of prayers,
I'm staying awake,
Destroying my peace,
Demolishing my rest.

Hey,
My Candy gel,
My sweet fellow,
Why are you sad?
Are you feeling judged?
Come to me,
My warm hug is delaying for you.
Your innocence,
I love you.

There are two presences in my form:
The brain and the loner soul,
Rulers of my ******* entire whole.
My brain orders me to "**** up,"
But somehow,
I stay in control.
My brain orders me to be "emotionless,"
But I manage to hold on to my emotions.
My brain orders me to "argue,"
But I stay soundless, like the mute.
And so on, and so on...
Did I win the war?
No, I'm still holding on!

I don’t wish for war,

I don’t wish for war,

I don’t wish!

My soul orders me to "Confess!"
But my brain thinks too much and pauses.
My soul orders me to "Love,"
But my brain counts the risks, hesitates, and stalls.
My soul urges me to "Leap, go forward,"
Yet my brain drags me back,
Rustling, "What if you fall?"
My soul burns to "Create,"
But my brain worries, "What if it’s not great?"
My soul begs me to "Speak,"
But my brain fears, "What if they hate?"
And so on, and so on...
One dreams of freedom,
The other fears pain.
My brain wants to win,
My soul wants to live.
These two I rely on, and I truly believe.

But I don’t wish for war,

I don’t wish for war,

Oh Lord, I don’t wish—truly.

And in this endless war, I stand—
A prisoner, a rebel, a man.

But I don’t wish for war,

I don’t wish for war,

Oh Lord, I don’t wish—truly.

"A Remorse—
The radiance of truth,
A reckoning—
A chastisement for the past,
A revelation for life."

I can't dominate
my cognition—
it's a ******' storm,
a wild tide,
I’m sinking in it,
wrapped in it,
aside.
In this pushy
blow of cognition,
I could fly,
travel in time,
leave God behind,
But at what limitations?
And more's !
More's !
More's !
Like I'm streaming on Youtube
with frictional shows!
I wish I could think,
beyond boundaries,
As I imagine,
I compose!
In cognition—
What if I could roam in time?
What if I could fly?
What if!?
What if!?
What if!?
More's—
More's—
More's.

Spun of poison,
You're poisoning me.
The fear of death is gone.
I exist in a state of mind
Where my body dominates
The criteria of higher power,
The wisdom of my radiance.
In this moment of reflection,
I release you into sweet dreams,
Find the peace
"om mani padme hum"
Under the moon's Light:
("Sleep, baby, sleep,
Let the mama sun sleep.
The moon is with you,
You're gonna be fine.
Tomorrow morning soon,
The mama sun's gonna shine")
In the stillness of choice,
I offer you solace
Between wisdom and strength,
Under human limitation.
A true wise one has no enemy,
For they dwell in harmony.
Are you choosing strength?
Then you're crossing to the other side,
The heaven of mine.
Sweet dreams.

The Old-fashioned way,
You've dress'd.
My eyes are spellbound,
And I’m obsessed.
Lost in your Thoughts,
Lost in your way,
My eyes,
Are madly Restless.