Sailin’ to forever

The river waxed and waned

inviting us further into it’s intoxicating lush blues

which melded with the yellow sun

lending us it’s vibrant royal glow

beside me was him,  and he glowed also

I was captured like a sailor to a siren

Because the precedented fear I had was absolved

And I was free

Free to bask in his luscious touch

Free to let him linger from  my cheek to groin

Free to let the skies tell me a story

My favourite being the one of Tsui and Lai, the spirits of the skies

And I wondered if the azure waves crashing around us possessed a spirit too

But the wind exerted it’s hold on us

The hair on my back stood as it pushed and pulled

So I anchored myself to his arm and he drew me in

Far from the harsh meandering war 

I looked into his big cartoon eyes, they were ever so indecisive

I couldn’t tell if they were blue or grren

Gray or hazel

They were whatever the skies and water was

as indecisive as my heart has always been

wandering between  blue waters and green meadows,

gray clouds and hazel chestnut

But in that moment my heart found halcyon peace, securely in his arms

And I decided I wanted that love, those shoulders,

that smile, those eyes in my life

not only for tonight when the harsh wind gave me to to him

The one i’ trust in forever, even as two meteors collided.


He craves your thoughts, it’s true

on this most rufous Tuesday 

brooding  comets thus align

roughed anecdotes by tantalised masses

Hide yourself from incongruous judgement

this guise to rob your inner peace

shhh even the walls have ears

arm yourself with electric artillery

The silence of a falling  caribou

barely visible from the milky way

alchemized  in a broken solace

in lieu of all the haughty overture

His tongue betwixt with perpetual grievance

embroidered with disenchantment, nae ephemeral sadness

Hovers in the abyss of his mind

the inferno of dark fantasies awaits

He strolls in the endless corridor of subconscious manipulation

 shadow chasing the sons of man and demi gods

polishing up a chopping block 

such a wasteful shame, whose next?

Buoying in a runnel of sanctimonious skulls

Fear ornated with sugar and spice

equivalence of a cherished deception

the centrifugal force could not hold water

The king of sorrow, I’ve heard him called

whispering hubris lies to quaint vain ears

friend or fiend what does it matter

already bitten the fruit of death, you have.

Who am I?

“I think; therefore I am”—René Descartes


Who am I?

who sees when I see?


who hears when I hear?

who knows when I’m aware?


Who am I?

who watches my dreams when I am dreaming?


Who feels love when I feel love?

whose hair turns white when I’m gripped by fear?


Who are you?

whose shadow are you living behind?


Are you your father’s child?

are you a workaholic or alcoholic?


Are you still donning the frock  of guilt and despair?

are you still afraid of who you are?






Ramana Maharshi

the untethered soul—Micheal sing