When the heart is an indigent
abandoned garden, the desert
of the river, cloudy sky,
absconder stars, sultry silent night .
When the heart is a fragile wind ;
the delirium is insane ;
solid stone dead roots ;
rain profusely.
When the heart is like a distant
gallivanter bird in the desert mountain.
The warmth in the womb ,
even so a dead mammal .
When the gore of the chasmic
forest thrills the lotus flower .
The sinking villages ;
floating corpses ;
woke up in the muddy atmosphere
of the deluged mind .
It is forlorn strives
to save the tiny birdies
of Soteria inside the wrecked nest .
The essence then the den mother
that sniffs the corpse of the cub .
The humanity seeks a little air
while confined well.
In outward world all the white light
like Rae Oliver flowers .
If the whole world is engrossed
in futile sacrifice for the sake
of home peace ,
the sanity went crazy occultist devotee
at the root of cremation banyan .
Searching for philosopher 's stone ;
the sea of poison churns .
The mountain of fire breaks ;
forget the pearl of particles
of dew point unknowingly .
The night alleys in the pages
of old manuscripts ;
is a hidden treasure of a gray past .
The robbery of pit of plunder ;
the heart looking for the gem of love.
While cognition is uplifted ;
engrossed in the wheel ;
the consciousness of flambeau ;
elevated speech at the head
of the turn at the end of the storm.
The butcher hung the flesh ;
the mind- bird is groning and dies,
mind you are so stupid ;-------------------
you have a generous allotment
of hanging rope .
Your neck in the gallows .
When the intima is alone
the whole world becomes entangled .
Hard jaws , fierce snarls ;
the whole world seems to be
rushing to swallow
like poisonous sea waves .
When the heart is a firefly
the Sun is your soul .
Lightning strikes the sky ,
the necter pot of creation is enriched ;
the rain of inception in mind .




© Dhruva