I am the ice sweating in the midst of a surreal desert. I rise as a wave in unbelievable imagination of ravished lunatic. A jingled chortle of thundering sky, a contemplating flower under bodhgay. I am a mere rogue tattering at the flowing time in the ruined temple of life- hearing the obscene truths sung by cracked skulls. I sprout as a black cat in darkness letting the reality to shudder transcendentalising fantasy. Sowing soul in the unlimited land of poetry i water my emotion. I am the silence of swaying lamp the inevitable stream of its resonating music. The songs sung by a million stars the warm glow puffed by the moon fills my soul with fluid of purity. I am a pillar in a church burnt by a ranting fire punched by a vehement wind. I vanish in the fugitive mist varnish the blazing creature in oppressed slave heart. I am the space between the doubtfully raised hand of a poets pen tip, i am his colorful idea that has power to devastate the earth. I howl with dogs on my knees in the streets letting everyone to watch my insanity with uppity sarcasm, superciliously and pitying my senses. I am a shrilly shriek articulated involuntarily by a labor carrying 100KG weight, cruelty of giggling pain in his heart. I am the suppressed tear screaming in a lovers eye trembling tone of last heart beat. I am the idea of uncertainty in Heisenberg's theory i am that tone of Einstein's piano which tugged the nerve that can pronounce E=mc2. A myriad universes flow in me as i am smaller than an electron. I am unbelievable irrevocable i am poet.