A terrible thing once tried Objectifying life With a language simplified Strokes for different memories Dynamics of life
Illusion of equation Hidden figures Mystic world Spotlight, keeps it glow Chase all directions, to and fro Syncronized collage of time Speaking of love, impulse and life Some silence, some smile, some cry Tincture of madness to know, Shape of water Smell of words Song of trail In search of dimension that exists
Karma, a circle never ends What goes around, comes around In form, life is liquid in shape No arguments, no more bet.
My perception of life. We all are not, what our name is. We are, a vibration of everyone with whom we collide. Shared from my Anthology, Canvas: Echoes and Reflections. 2018.