My purest abode.

In my purest abode ,
They speak with honest tongue,
ladden in colorless robes
are their figures ever young

Those sweetened heights of other worldy mountains
where images of men merry in earthly shadows.
the staircase flowered with tiny galaxies
and scattered with leaves of many colors.
spirals up into the tunnel of light
that leads the troubled souls away from dryness,
where ill conceited words have lost their stings,
where my own cocoon has got new wings.

where by the road the farmers till ,
till the stars are in harvest .
and those stars illuminated
have dotted wings in earnest.


there they abandoned all creeds ,
and they breed old seeds,
to a new stem of inflorescence
and is filled with unusual fragrance

There is no effort here,
purged of all mad trombones,
No struggle whatsoever
there is just love ,love and love.
An existence that has not mortal eyes met.
An elixir that no triviality can ever taste.

On left it goes up,
on right it goes down,
Breathing slowly ,no anomaly.
in center then they both meet,
there is untouched sword in it.

In my formless abode
there is nothing impure.
nothing that is mortal
nothing is unsure.

I will be darned mad,
if this be just a fad.
this is only one place,
I have had proof in space.

the lower seat of sword,
rise up through the fragile cord,
to the thousand petalled word ,
blessed blessed is my abode.

Night song For an Edi-yot of no importance.

She is an Edi-yot,
Tell you its a fact.
She thinks she is cool.
I tell you she is fool.


She runs a small shop
Her show is all flop,
A sheep is being sought
ha ha, she is an Edi-yot.

She has her all books,
and her gang is all crooks,
She will sell you lost pot
For she is an Edi-yot.

Trying to sell her goods
she and her gang of dudes.
Their hearts are black and rot.
But she is an Edi-yot.

A sheep without the wool
An ugly sad fool.
But she always says 'what?!'
ha ha ,She is an Edi-yot.

Now she will grow old,
what will be in her store?,
thinks her gang will get her cot,
ha ha, what an Edy-yot.

She will die an old fool,
rotten in her dead school.
a lonely depressed naught.
she is an Edi-yot.


But Boy you dont worry,
just sing this song in hurry
But Do not spare a thought,
ha ha,for she is an Edi-yot.

No meanness my boy,
she is just a toy.
just poor old cow,
she will know it somehow.

I hope you have got.
that She is an Edi-yot
She is an Edi-yot
ha ha.

Who Taught you to hate.

You were always a good daughter,
And always of good set
But tell me my girl,
Who taught you to hate.

When you were here ,
I saw you play,
And you were so happy
That I thought you would stay..
But you wanted to see,
Whats beyond the gate.
Now tell me my love,
Who taught you to hate.

You went into world
And all its politics,
You saw the art
And all its critics.
I tried to stop ya,
But the wheel wont abate.
Pray,tell me my sweetheart
Who taught you to hate.

The woods you have crossed
But what did you earn?
You r gone so far
That you don’t wanna return.
It still is okay,
For I am here to wait.
But once tell me my daughter
Who taught you to hate

Nothing

When deep Into the soul of nothingness,
A figure that is deprived of shape.

visible through a newly stitched time's lens,
danced to the random rhythms of silence

I heard the loud unheard sound.
It was deep and floated above ground.

But the air shook and the wind blew,
As the heart struck and the hurt grew.

When story of nothing was told by naught ,
I heard finally the music of thought.

Everything was clear after this done,
It was all just sweet sweet none.

Yellow Leaves.

Yellow leaves of autumn evening,
abandoned from their parent abode.
Fall slowly to the red ground,
like dreams of young men.

As they grow and follow the same motion
to dissolve into black ocean.
Of time of places lost
Leaves have no address now
Only the lost property of ground.

A lazy breeze sometimes though
Picks them up and up they go
To the heights of their previous lives
To see the greener leaves
and their replaced hives

A silent nod to clueless youth
A spiral then back to the booth
Of places; of inspirations lost.
This time never again to rise.