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The Madman, "Yes, three days, three centuries, three aeons. Strange they would always weigh and measure. It is always a sundial and a pair of scales."

Sunday, November 22, 2015


Shut sunned eyes see
Seas of diluted blood red

Peeling layers
Discarded sanity

Brain waves dissolve
Into sublime surreal smoke

Smiles freeze
Underskin stillness creeps

The mantra echoes in the hollow

Wings rise
The soul flies

Soundlessness follows

And I laugh
And I laugh


  1. The end journey of a soul, made beautiful by your words.

    1. I wonder if the soul really has an end or a beginning :)
      Thank you :)

  2. Remind me of kabir...
    The world cries.
    And I laugh.

    True. The soul or consciousness.. When did it begin and where... Will it end? I wonder.. May be I am infinite. May be u r infinite too.. And see.... Still we r infinitesimally small...
    Beautifully put.. You:)

    1. Purnamadah purnamidam purnaat purnam udachyate
      Purnasya purnam aadaaya purnam evaa vashishyate

      We find the same message in the teachings of mystics from around the world and from different times and cultures, be it kabir or buddha or the sufis or the christian mystics, the greek philosophers, the upanishads, etc.
      If nothing else, at least it makes for damn good poetry. Reading Kabir is one of the greatest joys of my life. It's flattering to know i could bring even a fraction of his element here. Thank you :)

  3. Smoke and Blood and the Joker laughs...