Cyclopseven R Poems

I wish the mind has a cartridge
so i may print the hard copy of everything illusive within
of good and bad both
whispers of silence and divine thirst as well
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Staring deep into the milky way
I wish I am part of the twinkling play
in the unfathomable darkness the eternity goes without a pause
a mystery inexplicable but my soul’s chariot
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When the evening weds in dawn
the night rejoice for another yawn
when upon the zenith, appears the light
the morning from lazy slumber begins to wake.
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The sun has gone into oblivion.
cicadas begin to whisper.
the sweat on the forehead has not dried yet.
the amber shines bright
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Will a day be there
when I won’t be aware
that I still continue to exist
despite my death somewhere?
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'Twinkle twinkle little star
how I wonder what you are
up above so high
like a diamond in the sky.'
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Spreading the wings wide
she flies high across the sky
searching for a lost fraction
that was once its blood tie.
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It drizzles again tonight
where i stay overnight
a place i called a temporal nest
my body - the hut which will soon ripe to harvest.
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When prosperity begins to weigh the mind
sanctity and spirituality driven out of conscience
and in barren desert love is spoken with cactus thorns.
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The touch from the past
bring along tales of pleasure and pain
trailing like shadow, it’s a wide open meadow
for sparrows to render the melodious chirping
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