In this arid tang of human sea, I’m quite desperate to find my smell, since I was never alone in my whole life and I could never capture a quieter darker corner of mine to unveil the gasket of mind and perceive it. On the contrary, I am behind others always as much as they are behind me and eventually there is never a personal space for me to reconsider myself and my needs. Once the reflection of the inner cave arose in me, I was closing to the second half of my heavenly life and was thoroughly enthralled by the way it goes, but suddenly I became desperate to find the golden lock of my cave to wander alone and be blissfully myself.

Rising splendid sun
In my inner darker cave,
Reshaping of soul

I bent my mind like a bamboo tree to experience the fragrance of her soul, and in return, I received a bouquet of flowers sprinkled with the earthly happiness of love. She opened her rosy heart for me to smell and share until the rain as soft as tears, wiped the imprints away forever. Even the splash of golden sunlight, trying daily to flood the void of my stolen heart, could not succeed, for the wound was larger than anything that could heal.

Petals fall and fade,
heart once bloomed socked in the rain,
wounded heart still ached.

I am the witness, the eternal witness, of the universe where stars are born and raised in effulgence, where vast empty spaces teem with celestial bodies, where the planet of life spins, a marvel of intelligence amidst the cosmic expanse. I stand at the intersection of past, present, and future, bound by names and actions, yet ever watching. I am the same witness who beholds the eternal drama of birth and death, both a spectator and a participant in this endless cycle.

In this timeless sea,
Me the sole chosen seer—
visions come and fade.

A little baby dear Daffodil
Teasing me with her fiddle
Robbing my heart, in my mind
Dancing free, an angel find!

Beneath the way, I belittled shackles
Closing near her, fingers crackles
Alas! A bee, a wilful warrior
Driven me back, a startling barrier.

"Around a month, about an aeon
Waiting for this bud to be born
Away you go, alone that way
The flower is mine, let us play."

Wush! A wind flush my foe
Swirling like a cotton fro
"The flower is mine, away you bee
Longing for the fragrance flee."

While we three, averred free
Behind the tree, the daffodil plea
"Let the wind cuddle my fragrance
And you bee, ******* joyance."

And then the beauty gone with me
Back to home, we walked in glee
Heavenly souls, leaves their virtue
In their kindness, we hold life true.

Sun stops not for twilight to shine
Nor abysmal darkness to wane.
Moon stops not for hasten waves to tender
Nor licentious dreams to render.
Spring stops not for lazy lilies to bloom
Nor lone nightingales to gloom.
Life stops not for sparkling memories to return
Nor cupid desires to spurn.
Death stops not for none to mop a life
Nor some to cleave their strife.
Time stops not for puerile minds to wonder
Nor sapient sages to ponder.

swift breeze rolling waves
bamboo flutists trying notes -
symphony in air.