I roam around the streets, thirsty
Looking for the eternal fountain of love
The search leads me to your doorstep
Quench my thirst, as I am parched
Cracks have appeared in the barren body
Lead me to the eternal fountain
There is never dearth of water here
Even when the whole world is dry
Uprooted, I have come to be placed in your courtyard
As I will be always sure to be nourished by the eternal fountain


**Amitav

The life span of a housefly
is approximately a month

Imagine if that was the lifespan
of everyone in this room,
from birth to death--
in just a month we grow;
           learning to walk, talk, eat pancakes, perceive god,
           light fires, play guitar, make coffee, cook lobster,
           learning to hula-hoop, to snap, to use the toilet
           and/or discovering your favorite shades of red,
          the first time merging with the opposite ***...
all in the span of a month.

How intense must that life feel?

Not to mention the physical growth
of bone, skin, heart, feet all the way
from birth to death in a month.

I think people would live quite differently;
laws would cease, save for the natural ones,
like the lifespan of a month.

Such learning with great intensity
compact into such a short time...

In this way I envy the housefly;
the fly that lands on dog ****--
risking a shorter life swatting death
to drink some sweat or
warm up for a spell in your home.

What a life,
the life of a fly in time.

Revealing each other slowly
A saga which has no end or beginning
Slow passion fuels the yearning
Unhurried, we reach a crescendo
And brings with it a new beginning
As we do not possess, yet we are inseparable
We are in the world of unhurried Love

Tread softly, for you may trample on someone’s dream
As it might have been nurtured for a long time
Be a gardener and water the dream sapling
And what a sight it will to be see the sapling bloom
Strongly grounded, yet reaching for the sky
Bearing the sweetest fruits, of love and happiness

I let one drop in that was
all it took, it was a moment
of weakness I took the droplet
and it slipped.

Darkness it was like oil on
my skin, but never can I take
it back once it fell within.

The white of my soul, now
polluted from with in, not
as pure but not of darkness,
but time is the teller and
mistakes I made I was not
proud.

That which was a droplet did
grow like a vine, it climbed
upon my soul, blocking out
the light.

The anger grew so did all my
sins as my tears fell I knew I
had fell to far, as my tears once
pure like my soul now black
tears did stick to the floor like tar.

My soul vines of darkness, I am
know a corrupted soul, and all it
took was a moment of weakness
a droplet of darkness that twisted
and corrupted a once white soul,
now only darkness calls this place home..

I hang on to an I it is the letter that
Keeps me afloat. I am drowning
In letters words are pulling me
Down, I nearly choke on a lower
Case o but like a polo I swallow it
Hard but whole.

Z is caught on my foot tangled
In the a word formed from those
Floating in this sea of thought.
I look beneath the waves, as a U
Gets trapped around my throat,
I gasp for air grabbing a J to ease
This letter getting tighter on my throat.

It feels though hours have past as
Time floats by aging the words as
It drifts on. I fear I may drown in
This sea of letters of random words
Of thought.

But I see light it floats through
The sky, higher case letters brings
More definition to the word as
Brighter than the lower case it was
Before. I see where I need to be a
Island of word I swim to its shore.

Safe from this sea of confusion of
Separate word, on this Island the
Waters flow as words, and my
Thoughts now cleared no longer
Drowning in a sea of letters that
Wash upon the shore as words..

They thought I was an easy
target, that they could corrupt
me, trap me in my body with
out my own will and control.

But little did they know that
there are things that should
not be tampered with, ageless
a forever soul. They wished to
make me a puppet to use this
body like a coat, but mine
didn't fit so ill wear there's
all the way from hell.

I hear them screaming with in,
hell was a playground compered
to what is about to begin. I tear
not there darkness but I mix in
a little of ageless soul. now there
screams like a banshee pain untold.

Demons and angels are but children
in a playground, there are things
older than time, eternal life older
than souls, now those that were
after a husk a play thing who
thought me a joke.

Now eternal guests, hand prints
on my flesh, for they are Prisoners
condemned to all existence, or
till there darkness is consumed
by my ageless soul...

we are universe unto are
self's for we are made of
the stars, we are atoms,
molecules each orbiting
different things.

When we collide we create
another a new universe
is born from the star dust
of both and through time
it will grow.

Are universe ages, super nova's
explode as parts of the universal
body shuts down. Like all things a
universe too must come to an
end.

But a new one carries on, part
of the old universe does live on,
but now it has past on. all its suns
now dead extinguished, but remembered
not forgotten as each will be reborn
in the next generation of new star
dust and suns.

I turn to ashes, but I still
burn bright, embers ignite
once burnt and used up.

Now these ashes that are me
once again ignite, they thought
me just ashes no longer of use.

At the bottom while others were
thought to be burning bright, but
tonight I was ashes, but now I
burn brighter than those above.

Reborn never to be extinguished,
I am ashes but I still burn bright.

The kingdom of stone
under a mountain of
gold, greed was the
downfall of those hoarded
was much from the earth
rock and stone.

The halls flowed with light,
reflected from the candles
in the great halls, to keep
the darkness from consuming
the treasure to illuminate them in the light.

But though it gleams, it will
always yearn to always return
from where it came, back in to
the ground in darkness for it
to sleep once again.

So the earth was angered by what
was stole, its beauty ripped out
leaving gaps in its soul, the earth
moved, shuddered under foot. And
the mountain did fall,  once where
treasure did gleam under stems of
light.

Now once again, it fights
reclaimed by the earth
Never again to see the light
Embraced in rock and stone

Elders of old reach up
high for the answers to
questions untold, to
ask the stars for the wisdom
they hold more ancient
than any story of man
ever told.

knowledge kept for things
seen, a record of time as
they blink what seems
for an eternity to the men
of old.

Elders ask the questions,
waiting for those above to
give guidance to those below.
A star shoots across a cloudless
sky, this is an answer to them
but only in there interpretation
will the answers be told.