The night turns a being
without forms and image
And says, lets go for a sip
with this thirsty eyes.
...
When I am crazy and insane
as said by the critics
how can I be a poet.
I do not know
...
Dream takes my poet friend Greenwolfe
To be in heaven and in hell
Dream helps my friend to be
full of greed and lust.
...
To cultivate a barren time
To create a rose garden
You entered into an unknown time
We walk together
...
I know darling
You will be surprised
to see me
My face is full of beard
...
I may not see you again
Always in my heart you remain
I shall never forget you my dear
Your sweet memory makes me cheer.
...
A time for both of us
Only to think
When there was no time
We do not have any form
...
White above white
White within white
White below white.
The planet disappears
...
I am from a very inferior and insignificant
family background
My race and my family never conquered
any land or country
...
Youth and age
Can not go together
They stay together
But walks alone.
...
I am a deadman
There is none to carry my coffin
The street is barren, remote sound of boots
Barking of dogs are floatinf on the smoky air.
...
Oh, our daughters and sons
The place you live in
Speaks language of weapons
They love war instead of peace
...
Woman is the mystry of God
Woman is the miracle of creation
All greats are born out of woman
Woman is the womb of whole creation.
...
I see a heaven
Under the feet of a prostitue
I placed me under her feet
She is my queen
...
I am really confused about love
God ask me love Him
But I love my fiance
Tell me how do I forget her
...
I have returned to my original pseudonym divine poet.I do not live in my soul.I am beyond my body and matter.insanity is my dress.Immorality is my religion.I am not a poet on my own. I do not compose on my own wish.Some one invisible whispers me and my hand composes as per dictation of the invisible he/she anytime anywhere. My spirit has an invisible miracle pen.It writes on a water sheet and words are recorded in the eternity. Divinity is the only tools through which one can read me.I am in conflict with my God.I see HIM dancing with HIS angels in heaven while my world is burning.I want to see HIM weeping. I shall set fire on His throne. So forget my mid time period and I do return my original position of divine poet.)
A Moment With A Night
The night turns a being
without forms and image
And says, lets go for a sip
with this thirsty eyes.
Bars were full of dancing souls
Floors were humming with singing girls
Guests were drunk
with the melting beauty of girls.
The night invites me to move
to paradise unknown
where exists only nothingness.
Dear Falcon. Thanks. You have no knowledge what is divinity.
Divinity is nothing, but an abstract essence... Poetry comes from the mind and emotions, not from imaginary person talking to you... Remember that true emotions only come from a conscious mind, one that can think thoroughly before writing... So get a new philosophy, something concrete to support your writing... As yours just makes you look insane...
Yes, I am insane.