How will you carry the mount of tears
in the vally of temples?
Kites flowing in sky of beings-egos-denials and repeals.
Smiling at pain I unspeak to a keeper of cage,
under the shadow of golden roses,
walking with blue eyes of private hymns.
I craved and dispossessed myself in the rainy convulsions.
The stupidity of invoking rainbows.
In tall grasses, the eyes were looking for the brazen clouds.
And I have arrived today at the quirky revealation
to exist or not to exist amidst the crouching facts,
trees down, shedding the arms and legs always.
