The Loop

An old man crawling,

rising,

fading,

into an endless cycle,

of life and death.

Death, which does not tire

And so life not wade

Nor the fashion of

this loop that lapses.

And lapses 

And lapses

Till the end.

Even this ink yearns to cease

So am I this stolen

This clock broken!

This endless cycle of life and death,

This broken clock that lapses,

And lapses and lapses.

Just

From today I shall live

Knowing someday I shall not be gone

That every thing I have

Shalln't be there

That the people I meet

Will never be there too

That I am just living "A life"

Life that is beautiful, crazy, painful and precious

Will not be there anymore

From here, I choose.

A life of water

The life of a tree

The life of me in just

I water, I bathe, the tree I live by

And air I breathe

I shall be thankful for

The thought I am

I shall be one with the rest

In peace and and in whole

I hereby shall live simply

Breath simply, eat simply and

Be the tree I am

I shall renounce the matter that does not

Content in pure heart

With necessities met

I shall be joyful, happy and in peace 

I shall be just

The Art of Life

An ocean without water

A beat-less music

Or 

A pen without ink

THAT,

is how life feels,

Without purpose:

No love

But love is art,

The purpose, as art,

-to create what you love

The meaning of your life

Color, butter-fly,

Jingle-bells 

humming-bees,

      Or,

THOSE

rain-bows!

Which make you wonder!!

-'Tis art!!!

Strange and Beautiful.

If it's what makes you alive,

'Tis love,

The art of life

At least, that's what completes my ocean with water

Fills my pen with ink

And completes this poem with

The art of life

Waterfall

Strange as it seems  

Like a stream that falls off a cliff, striking

Falling! I feel the cold waterfall, all that it becomes

Lost  in droplets and splashes; drumming of soil I hear

In the depths, I fall 

Into a forest. Ah! The smell of roots!

And a rainbow appears next.

Below fall; above forest, I let go off my soul

Causes much pain or anxiety or a dream

This dying hope, a magnificent dream 

What a joke! Like a cold wind-blow!

I am lost in this fall, a turmoil   

Water that is life, as it falls  

 A fall that is beutiful, in eyes, but blind 

The fall so harsh, that sucks  

The hope, the rainbow, that springs upwright

The drops  disapearing into mists; moisty air  

That surrounds me, that hunts me, curses me, and that punishes me 

All that I live by   

So much to live

So much to thrive

What a fall.

No Clue

The year was 1990

In my dream, I saw a butterfly

A giant yellow butterfly,

not a turtle, a butterfly

fluttering up to me, from distance

The fly said something.

???

Then it flapped its wings and went away

I opened my eyes-- a baby was born

Then the birdie-fly escaped through a wall below

So absolutely was born a dreamy empty child, 

wild awake in an insane world, I had no clue.