a great dream

"this universe may be a dream
if God is sleeping"

a fraction of life

if space is infinite...

what's the meaning of distance

between two points ?

if time is infinite ...

what's the difference between

two seconds ?

definitely there is infinity

between two points

between two seconds

and what about life ?

between life and death ?

life

sometimes
we have to choose
between life and death
but always
we were being dragged into life
as if there was no choice
why this? i asked myself
and i found an element
which is responsible for this
and i termed it extreme existence
and often we experiment with it
and that what is called
life

"one last question"

...?

The masks

we have many masks
for anything
and everything
for anyone
and everyone
even for sleeping
i'm not sure
whether we have faces too
since my birth
i haven't seen my face
and ...
i'm not remembering my face
before my birth
that doesn't matter
but what really matters is
sometimes i see God
behind the mask of Satan !

a tree to a bird

oh... bird

how sweet your song

how smooth your feathers

how nice your dance

how pure your mind

you came to me

just to take rest

and not to make nest

it is getting dark

and you have to go

you shit on my branches
now you can fly away...

after all i'm a tree
just a tree!

how long...

how long...
i could able to walk
through the edges of a blade
wounded...
bleeding....

muted

you are muted
me too
yet...
we can hear
what we couldn't speak

Kaleidoscope

i hope
if we were
in the kaleidoscope
again
just to feel
the infinity
of moments...

silence

our words are
meaningless
but
our silence
is not just
silence

a child speaks...

being lost in childhood
is nothing
but meditation
often in serene atmosphere
i tune my nostrils
to absorb
the lost fragrance of childhood
and the ears
to hear
the lost voices of childhood
and memories ...
where i lived with nameless grass
nameless plants...
and their nameless Flowers...
nameless colours...
i played with ants
and nameless insects...
nameless butterflies...
i lived in shrubs
as if in a wild forest
without name
without words
a child speaks...

Words

it disturbs ...
not what i told
when i meant anything
but what i couldn't
when i really meant

The Poetry

once you told...
rain makes me gloomy
you are poetic,
i thought.
now look at me
can you see me becoming a cloud...
please don't ask
what happened?
it may makes me rain.
while raining...
you are not just poetic
you are the poetry itself
being written by God

What we are ?

Once upon a time...
a librarian thought
what we are?
We are not just isolate ideas
rather complex subjects
that...
no classification scheme can accommodate
no co-extensive number
but...
multidimensional
multidiractional
cumulative
coherent
dynamic
and...
we are infinite !

integration

mind grows
being fragmented...
perhaps
death may integrate it
with the universal mind

'Your Name'

He know nothing
about God
Perhaps
One someday
God may say him
i was with you
even in your dreams
then he will utter...
your name
silently

The mystery

If you were the silence...
between words
i may hold you
till my last breath
but...
still you are the mystery
between words and meanings!
i have to be...
a mystic

where is my mind ?

Please...

Don't ask anythig now

I'm disturbed

i'm disturbed...

"The Umbrella"

I wrote a poetry on rain
and named it "The Umbrella"
and kept it in my shelf
one day...
it rained ...
with many things the umbrella too drowned
then i wrote...
sometimes...
the theory and practice of rain may contradict each other !

The history

The history will go on repeating...
until man has learn from it.
Perhaps...
then there will be no man
to repeat the history !

...

Last night i was thinking of you
............................................
Then i thought i am an iceberg !
Almost hidden !
During my sleep i saw a dream
That you are becoming an ocean !!

A letter to God (nothing official)

To

The God Almighty
The Heaven

From

A human being
The earth

Dear...

I am really bored with this kind of linear,sequential life.Now i need a change...
i mean... sorry you know what i mean...a life which is non linear and non sequential...
purely hyper life... which has extra dimensions...free from space and time.so i can go to any space any time..past ...present...future...

with love

me

day

all what i need is a day... which is not in the calender
i just want to..............................................
ha... ha...

idea

perhaps i may be an idea in the mind of God
but...
not vice versa !

the problem

while everythig seems to be real
i seems to be virtual
and while everthig seems to be virtual
i seems to be real

..being water

I lived like water
shaped by the containers
that hold me
sometimes cooled
sometimes frozen
sometimes hot
now i want to boil
i want to spread
i want to be a cloud
i want to rain
i want to flow
i want to be the ocean
i have no end
i have no choice either
i am the water !

life !

When life becomes hard

I think life is a dream

And When it becomes harder...

I don't know how to wake up !

My friend...

I don't know...