A terrible thing once tried
With a language simplified
Strokes for different memories
Dynamics of life
Illusion of equation
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.