Tram's bell
like a damaged
barking of an old dog.
Not mad or angry though-
-A Natural Flow of Chaos.
Languidness has come again
and is filling the days.


"-Have you ever been to a Moon?
        -No, only stared at it.
         It is sufficient in this exotic
         place, this exotic planet.
         Seas, sandy shores
         starry violet sky,
         Come join us, dig deep into
         the soil of neurons. That'll
         do the job.
         You'll wake up on the beach,
         beside us dancing."


                     Each place and moment
                      has unique smell
                      to it.

          I watched a bird
          climb a tree,
          jumping swiftly
                  Sat on the balcoon,
          and stared at the moon.
                          Old paths