the cup and the cup empty, waiting to be brewed perspicaciously the still life, the stillness is breached by blowing winds, like old people now they do not see any portents or do they and just their plates are too full, the only thing in our life that can overlap with another important thing is the phone call it mixes with everything like good scotch whiskey so then that is a sign dearies i softly grip your midriff and touch the back of your ear gently and you are limp in me, i breath down your back, i do not intend to kiss but you might just press my hand ambiguously and it gives in itself a high this is a rare spirit, hold it like the frail move in to chirp of the crickets let the weak flickers of the night crackle like life itself like the hope or promise of some people somewhere making out and yet the place is full of them like there are thoughts in the mind like teeming fishes of thought in a free unreligious unspiritual primordial mind, if the forests have been cleared the natural plains have been levelled near you it does not behove to have your mind without the forests and plains to shed tears now in your room and wiping it quickly and putting on a good smile to open the door to the beast smiling right there this pain is so intense, that you cannot hate this beast that we need even if zarathustra spake thus some old pact with the forests and plains the beasts give us what, till they are there, you know this well let us say as everybody else: acorns some may not know about acorns they are useful resources for beasts like wheat and paddy for you even fishes will be waiting today and they would know the difference

the cup and the cup empty, waiting to be brewed perspicaciously the still life, the stillness is breached by blowing winds, like old people now they do not see any portents or do they and just their plates are too full, the only thing in our life that can overlap with another important thing is the phone call it mixes with everything like good scotch whiskey so then that is a sign dearies i softly grip your midriff and touch the back of your ear gently and you are limp in me, i breath down your back, i do not intend to kiss but you might just press my hand ambiguously and it gives in itself a high this is a rare spirit, hold it like the frail move in to chirp of the crickets let the weak flickers of the night crackle like life itself like the hope or promise of some people somewhere making out and yet the place is full of them like there are thoughts in the mind like teeming fishes of thought in a free unreligious unspiritual primordial mind, if the forests have been cleared the natural plains have been levelled near you it does not behove to have your mind without the forests and plains to shed tears now in your room and wiping it quickly and putting on a good smile to open the door to the beast smiling right there this pain is so intense, that you cannot hate this beast that we need even if zarathustra spake thus some old pact with the forests and plains the beasts give us what, till they are there, you know this well let us say as everybody else: acorns some may not know about acorns they are useful resources for beasts like wheat and paddy for you even fishes will be waiting today and they would know the difference
by Syed Ahamed

March 13, 2016 at 07:33PM
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