The Blog of Laughter and Forgetting

Only the eternal earth, and parallel dove As I gaze at, the silhouette And waves upon waves break their strength very near Tree, you will stop before reaching sky Still head high in pride And the shy leaves Waiting as they turn brown Set the sky sparks onto them Only the eternal earth, and parallel dove As I gaze at, the silhouette And as I sail, I forget… Like Constants in unmindful pages Yellow, dark red in foaming rages As they dissolve in mystic blue Leaves leaving the tree Like a silver dish fading in sky And tremble as they come down and crash The fragrance evaporates Like a free bird, sailing on clouds of tears Only the eternal decay, and parallel dove As I gaze at, the wet grass I love and forget.

There is no start. So the end is also meaningless. My life is more a metaphor than a visual thing. And it is for this reason I touched it by dint of metaphors…that is my life itself. Most of us remain in a state of material inertia unless there is a flash of blue light that burns the sleeping body and let soul look at it in its own eyes. So I woke up one night or was I still sleeping? And I went into another sleep, another awakening in another sleep. The ether always hits soul like a blue wave…the same way I was bathing in a river. I guess life is a river that merges with its own longing for ethereal streams. I often watched the sky, space, stars in those eyes that seek bathing in light, breeze and all the ethereal charms…So I needed metaphors, I needed constant excitement, flashes, sparks. I was always interpreted as mysterious, arrogant, penetrating, enigmatic, stupid person. But our social constructs are so weak that it itself surrenders to rejoice. Yes. I seduced others. They are m