Friday, August 27, 2010


Lost, stunned, Yin approached the edge.
Climbing, exhausted, Yin felt at the bottom.
Approaching the end in the quest of meaning,
Yin had seen his own image!

Yang, my gene, why are you here?
Looking for the ship if it approaches the shore.
The ship if it reaches will fill me with glory.
Yin, my brother why are you here?

I have reached this point in quest of truth.
Seeking the meaning to this so called life.
I'm here to jump to the shore,
washed by the ocean I will be no more.

Yin, my brother, we are but one.
You left my soul when I was so young.
I asked 'how to live' and you asked 'why to live'.
'How' for life and 'why' for death?

O' Yin my brother, a long way I have come.
If you dive from the cliff, it is me they will think!
My goods and gold, all they will devour.
I can see the ship nearing the shore,
its filled with hope and my life is that.
Stop O' Yin, let me live ahead.

Yang, my self, do not fear.
Why glory, why hope?
Alas you die with flesh and bones.
Dissolved, dried, you will be no more.

I have come a way, in seek of truth.
I sweared to self, my death before sunset.
Before the Arabian sea, lies my words.
The sun shall set before your ship.

O' Yang let me, let me, else my quest is lost.
Yang my brother, life is void.
You bear children and they too suffer.
As they grow, the numbers gain.
Tickled, agitated, nature kills them all.
Your ship is nothing but a hope that is false,
when it sees me dead, where will be your wealth?

Confused, Yang, lost his hope.
And joined with Yin near the cliff.
At the edge, they saw the glorious sun.
A spot of ship in the sinking sun. Hope and glory, approaching and dying.

Furthest from west of the Arabian sea,
a voice was heard with truth and wisdom.
"Yin Yang two sides of the coin".
Divine, deep, the brothers were frightened!

They moved towards the voice with fear.
Filled with mercy the voice kissed with love,
and they saw the earth how it evolves!
Humble, greedless yet it 'lived'.
And thus they joined the course of nature.

Cried aloud Yin-Yang,
O' the prophet peace be upon you!


When a hungry creep took off its veil, a thousand muscles creeped forth. Woman you look so great, and so on and 'ON'. They hunted her for the melody of love, went aghast with a flowery trick, happy with the pleasure of heaven, until she knew the fire is near!

Creepy crap was filled with blood. Months of burden and solitude, alas drained it with the liberating pain. Alive, breathing, the blood had voice. But slender, flimsy, it spoke with awe. Creepy crap did not understand a word, she could only listen to the beat of breath. Worried, anxious, she gave her ribs, and she drunk with the pleasure of desire. I can't kill her, nor can I litter, where has gone those thousand muscles? She cried for help and a call answered, who has asked you to remove the veil? You sought freedom and here it is. You sought pleasure and here is your heaven. Modesty and chastity are indeed my gifts, and for those who guard it is indeed loved.

A muscle approached with might and mane, pierced with the spirit of modern art. He said, at the age of scissors and genes, you can cut the blood whenever you need. Let us drink the wine of love, and let our solace be on plastics and scissors. O' woman you are strong as us, throw away your veils, be free and fly. His flowery trick evolved for muscles, and poor creeps unknown of self, unknown, she falls to the brink of pit. The voice was still in the depth of wisdom. O' man, we have given you wisdom and mercy. And you kill an innocent blood for living! In the love of this world mercy is lost, O' man indeed you are heedless to the words. The muscle took a dip in the voice, baptised, he went in the voice of repentance. He proclaimed the truth for the muscles and creeps, modesty was spread with just and speed. Creeps hid behind the veils, muscles shed their eyes down. Clad with faith and clothed to throat, they all lived a life of piety.