Friday, November 14, 2008

BODHI-Memmories of past in verse


VEIWING THROUGH THIS WINDOW :
A
NEVER OPENED
NEVER CLOSED
RAIL WAY GATE SEEN
WHERE
THE HUMAN LUGGAGE'S
PASSES TO NOWHERE

I ALWAYS ASKED
WHERE ALL THIS LUGGAGE'S MOVES
WHICH SHORE THEY REACH

NO ANSWER


LAUGHING BODIES,WEEPING EYES,
SILENCE
AND
SOUNDS
LIPS LIKE GARDENS OF
CRIES OR SONGS OF DEPAIR
WITH NO TICKETS
BUT WOUNDS,
MEMMORIES
OF THE UTLIMATE RYTHM OF
PAST AND PRESENT

LUGGAGES AGAIN
SLEEPY
WATCHY
SEXY AND MORE
DESPERATE DESPATCHES

AND
OFFCOURSE
WAVING HANDS
LEAVING ABSOLUTE NOTHINGNESS
TO THE WIND OF AGONY

THE GATE DEPART US
IT REMAINS IN BETWEEN
WITH FULL OF
INARTICULATE VOICES
AND DARKNESS

BODHI
THE BURNING LEAVES OF BLOOD AND SWEAT
CONFUSED WITH THE
MEMORIES OF A GRAVEYARD
WITH NO GATE