A kid asks for more-
Just a loaf could not quench hunger.
A paradise turns into Hell.
The young wife visits temples,
To pray for her husband's well being.
He attends a massage parlour.
Riddled with shocks, a
ripening moon, rises in
pain, like wingless bird.
In search of human―
nest, to get back to sanctuary
of tender embrace.
I imagine you
standing at half-open door,
......
Crossing the far away sky of soul
In the pilgrimage of light
on the fine coast of extinction,
we will meet
There, in whose space
creation first became existence
we will turn this monotonic world
into a celestial melody of sounds
In the emptiness spinning
without aims or needs
......
A girl denied new frock-
The old one is old and torn.
A paradise turns into Hell.
The young wife visits temples,
To pray for her husband's well being.
He attends a massage parlour.
She is about to die-
Her son, dwelling abroad sends dollars only
The mother dies of thirst.
A girl denied new frock-
The old one is old and torn.
A paradise turns into Hell.
A kid asks for more-
Just a loaf could not quench hunger.
A paradise turns into Hell.
Crossing the far away sky of soul
In the pilgrimage of light
on the fine coast of extinction,
we will meet
There, in whose space
creation first became existence
we will turn this monotonic world
into a celestial melody of sounds
In the emptiness spinning
without aims or needs
......