10 november 2014
TRANSMIGRATION
I must accept the insignificance
and solve the puzzle of night.
Possessed sunlight always pursues
the shadows of words.
Philosophy of veils descends on awareness
casting silhoutte of differences.
Nocturnal sweat of sky
overwhelms the grass with dew.
I pick up the fallen stars on my eyelids.
A love affair of moon smarts in wind.
Right now I want peace with myself.
Summons of death will arrive,
when you would have finished your innings,
and start dressing up to welcome
the beautiful sunset.
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