Foaming sunlight makes love
                 with the tender purple leaves of mango trees,
light crafts a crust of luminescence,
                  over the profusion of yellow and blue blooms,
avenue trees vie with each other to  hold forth
                  their  flowers on sun's water fall of light to bath.


Evening doesn't show any sign of waning
                   the ebullience  the day had sowed in the world,
"ANANDA" though unspoken as a word, aloud
                    is heard by  inner being, making everyone rejoice,
living and nonliving seamlessly join in,
                    and swim in the swelling  waters of force of life.
past invisible floats gently to the present
                  flows towards a sea of tranquility crossing nights.

it took his entire life
and a second
as with anything that happened a moment ago
or at least just before
high fashion became not the world
why look?
sanity slowed his gait before decision
there was nothing he needed
a deliberately paced piano foretold the past
it made him feel strange
everyone was doomed but he already knew
so why think of them?
it was only about how, when and why
that is why he grew quiet
as if it mattered to a stranger washing his face
they would never meet
he lost his voice while speaking in obscenities
it served him right
his suits hung loudly while his jeans lay quietly
as did his black shoes and sneakers
a future promise would no longer be negotiable
withhold it until the right time
a still-born breeze waited by the door
she could only wonder
he liked her but didn’t ask her for anything
the obligation was too overwhelming
he wasn’t looking for another intoxication
it was time to be a baby again
to allow what was necessary required innocence
not to attract opposites
interaction became optional as was isolation
a prerequisite controls direction
blinding light prevents outside interference
ear shattering sound for dismay
every sense is a matter of knowledge
until it is overwhelmed
to cleanse is to see because nothing exists
it is not peace
it is the destruction of memory and reason
to be like a baby
crying for something it cannot request
you could climb a mountain
but to what end does the depth exist?
nature of that scope must remain
you could read the same book every day
but do you want to be a robot?
it is not necessary to recite a creed or rosary
ritual only revives torment
but its form is worse than the original
to shock yourself by complete withdrawal from convention
but not to protest
it is to know that every conversation was once yours
as is every car that passes
when the landing gear retracts beneath you
that is when you will know
metal ***** that click together are no longer important
only the ability to see what is true
waking up in a different bed in a different land
it is the same
no culture to defend no God that is afraid
no cynicism
only the desire to be as you were intended
it is the moment
you need to be told because you are waiting
stop waiting in the lobby
if the elevator does not work
take the stairs
if the stairs are filled with people huddled together
ignore the storm
the piano is playing as your heart keeps time
the hands the reaches for you
reveals that the piano plays involuntarily
like your heart
it knows what to do in order to survive
but what would you have it do
in order to begin again
most likely a guard dog must give chase intending to ****
it is time not to care for trends
it is time not to be judged by those you do not know
for fear is the blinding light
and confusion the ear shattering sound
but to know the moment before
is to know that you waited all your life
for this to happen
it is your chance if you will only care to try
nobody has to know
only you
if only you would get out of your own way