The Beginning of the New End.

No matter where we go when I wake,
No matter where we stay when I wake.
These roads where we’re flying to, has everything of life to make.

I want to know- how you feel with a heart erupted in my sleep,
I want to tell you- when you surround me in your icy white breathe,
That makes me warm and flows down my spine along my beats.

Let me glow if I wake in haze of dying kiss
Let me know what we know from dripping lips.
These drops of littleness that you beam, takes us far away in our dreams.

I’m now a living dead with a ravished heart pulsing endless beats.
We’re now dusting beyond the dust;
Of ancient atoms rising through our eye drains, or the mystery of cosmos flowing through our dead veins.

The Beginning of the New End.

Light & Shadow

I trip out and wake up in a tunnel of lightness with frozen sweats, when I’ve nightmares about the darkness throughout the time in and out for tripping into sorrowness for inhaling.

– Light & Shadow


As I grew up, my tendency to stay at night grew as well.
I’ve seen the nights changed with the explorations of feelings within me. I’ve found myself as a child sometimes and sometimes as a dead-happy old man who finds fear in living.

Sometimes it was the teacher within me teaching the lessons on ‘Meaning of Life’ and asking the reason for Life, and sometimes it was the learner within me wanting to know everything about the Universe, galaxies, atoms, all at the same time and answering the no end of Life as the reason.


Germination of Life.

When we started de-threading all the possibilities of evolving conversation towards cosmic mystery as leaving ourself into space of nothingness to re-evolving back into Ancient wisdom in search for the evidences of never ending possibilities, we started co-relating life by developing collateral immunity either as a radicle or as a plumule.
We germinated into reason for Life being a kernel in transient hypofrontality.

Germination of Life.

Walking the Shoreline for Life

Remember the Evening, when we stepped down the Light-house to walk the shore-line shimmering in those ‘Good-bye’ yelling rays? Ice-creams dissolving its cold-ness to the warmness of breeze getting transformed into Icy-breeze, added by the beginning of the new end of evening. We walked the particles of sand with bare foot, leaving the foot-prints behind adding a memory to the ocean, so that the tides could take away along with it pouring it into the deepness of Ocean. The spumes on the tides got stuck to us as a part of Ocean itself. The Sun behind the Horizon started plunging inn painting the sky Vermillion, leaving it to reflect few more stories at the end to the Ocean. We stopped walking, contemplating the Sun, your Eyes shiny reflective, enough to get easily readable by the clouds-‘That One day, I’m going to conquer this World…’; and I smiled half thinking- ‘I just want to jump over the Ocean in search of where this Sun goes for sleep after the Horizon’. We looked at each other in Love of finding the Cosmic Mystery of the singularity.
Then a beam from the Light-house started revolving at its infinite reach, miles away drawling the twilight to light up the stars as a disc revolving over the sky. The breeze got transformed into Icy-breath killing the Warmness of Life to those Ice turned particles of Sand.

Walking the Shoreline for Life


The molecules in capillaries available for the roots, it engulfs the minerals and feed you through phloem. Remember that, you absorb the light and help in synthesis of Life. Again, the roots serves life to lithosphere. You are altogether for togetherness.


The Zeroness of Vaccum.

The singularity in vacuum, through time in and out explodes spreading the Universes each bearing Galaxies and the Stars. Stars rooted through the life time which ends serving the branches for other stars to die again as Nebula, stays through the relativity of time which never ends until it forms an invisible destruction hole and gets swallowed by itself. Crossing the gravity of it’s space throat, it connects the other Galaxies to nowhere. The Universe filled with emptiness, goes back to Singularity. It explodes in and out, and the circle of zeroness never dies.

The Zeroness of Vaccum.

Depression 02

When you continue to walk your staggered feet, without caring of sleeves running below your arms;

When you travel around with no steps, without any vague destination to find the Lost you or to Loose

yourself as no one;

When you continue flowing passively to lie dead, without feeling the air you take in or release;

You start Creating the Core of arc deeper in you, larger than this world, without thinking of when it will

come to an end & to know where it will re-originate from;

You keep on reckon over ants walking in the meadows, relating it to forest of forgetfullness, and rays

falling in it as the End of the Ocean;

You start finding yourself as ‘More in Less’, or this world as ‘Less in More’;

You keep on watching a particle of sand, or a bubble in the sky that bursts spreading the relativity of

Universe creating all the dimensions;

When you reach the singularity in nothing-ness after travelling the de-composition of the Universe,

crossing the parallelity of another;

You find that’s not you waving you all the thoughts wearing you to the End.

Depression 02.

Oh! The Lost Sound of Life…

Oh! The Lost Sound of Life,

Your Hug is the Sweetest Pain to Dive;

The Rays of the Stars Falling in the Sky,

Your kiss is the Brightest Breathe, Wanting for the Cry;

In the Noisy Room, and Closed World,

In the Smiling Bloom, and Crossed Heart;

Where Searching for you is a Hope,

And Growing in you is to Elope;

The Holding of Hands with a Squeeze,

And Running of Beats in a Breeze;

The Tremors Swirls across the Neurons,

When the Souls meet Inside the Arms;

That Waiting in hope

For the Rainy Cold,

The Joy it Brings

When the Tears We Drink.

Oh! The Lost Sound of Life,

Your Hug is the Sweetest Pain to Dive.

-Oh! The Lost Sound of Life…

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