Whether the character s intention; a lustful, insidious, skillful will that will pave the way for petty self-interest to further liar-careerist paths! In an influential, constantly administered reality, everything has already sunk to the ground of one possible Impression Information! - Organized back into itself, another elk stroking a woman grows up as a bagpipe, holding even a valuable conscience for sale in exchange for fatter jobs!
The partisan court rejects the legitimate grievances of the people with real sincerity without a sock: paid shop window sensational lawsuits are needed for paid and false witnesses accustomed to flea markets! In imaginary fright, it is often believable to besiege ordinary peoples with bills instead of revenues stipulated in contracts! At the same time, we all carry the picture on our own: how will the wheel of our destiny turn wit...
Swing that takes in the breeze
The south window is open.
They twinkle stars are still in the sky
So the mind is unbound today.
The attention was filled with random thoughts
Unfamiliar world with absent minded gestures.
With the south wind blowing the boat’s sail
Fagun has now reddened the occasion.
The game of light and darkness are going on
This is how the whole day passes by.
(Fagun is a month of spring in the Greater Bengal)...
We came alone, we will go alone
Keep that in mind
It will not come to work
Whatever we have so many friends and relatives.
On the way to come, on the way to go
All the work that we have done
Everything has to be accounted for
Understand that today.
This word in the mind
It's better to keep
On the way of path of coming and going
Let us ignite the light of knowledge.
One’s aura is not discounted by age
truly charming men are like pine-trees
they capture and conquer their women
by adamant words, and concrete deeds
by soft whispers, and tender hands...
Harmony tick tock
Precision right on the dot
Tone around time
Each clock sounded like a musical blend
It was totally breathtaking within
It was the clock’s version of “The Hand Of Time”
The moment in the hour
The second at the minute
The place being any place
The fact of time having no waste
Serene yet gentle
The clock’s playing the skies song of “The Rhythm of the horizon above”
A place in time to think of
Your time is now
Acceleration of time
All being one of a kind
The time instrument of delight
The thought of suggestion in might
Time opening the eyes and seeing today well into tomorrow’s daylight
Fast moving hands of time
Now settle down and unwind
Your time you didn’t expect
Time after time...
Gnashing of teeth, re-established, jerk sermons on the gaping paths of aging wakefulness! In the depths of our vulnerable souls, we carry the annihilated orphan, the vulnerable child, in the same way! We are already deliberately holding our children's ears so that we cannot hear the curses of ferocious, absolute adults, their everyday, shameful betrayals! A single, tiny word of sparks, a nasty, sighed thought, and everyone already felt and knew: the conspiracy of exclaimed wise men dried on lips sewn like a supplication! Even crying-eyed silence is telling less and less! Among his aching self-pain, he himself freezes into stone, and as a afflicted Sisyphus he can no longer guess, his vastly buffalo-heavy stone blocks will have to be carried by him all the time!
You can no longer stand out in the world, and you can hardly survive: everyone is just emphasizing...
They seem extremely courteous and patient
never lose temper, even in conflict and dispute.
but they do keep prejudice and grudges,
and at a point defend with passive, cold violence
you'd hope they better off give you a punch or yell,
but no, they hold it, petrified and chill you to the bones
and might shoot you a cold arrow when they get the mood.
they never say no, nor yes, but they would nod "maybe"
they don't acknowledge, don't deny, don't take responsibilities,
their friends either have to walk away quietly in oblivion
or be very frank about their feelings and suggest him/her to improve
if that still doesn't work, they have to walk away friendly too....
Eagle, born to fly
Born to soar high in the sky
Live like an eagle
But those who trust in the Lord will find new strength. They will soar high on wings like eagles. They will run and not grow weary. They will walk and not faint. (Isaiah 40:31)...
Hear His tender whispers
Moments of truth and love
John 10:27 and 1 King 19:12...
It would be good to return as the stray, loving silences of a wandering wanderer who wants to go home! When outstretched swan hands caress the caress in the imaginary fog of rocking dreams, the sleeper as a dreamer, and his eternally heritable symbiosis below and above may come together! The body-warm protective shelter can no longer be worth anything if there could be no pounding-throbbing sound-sigh left for the emotional heart! In Alantos Being, we have been disappointed many times when, in the flames of the enchanted moment, we explored the soul of Adam-Eve as a treasure trove of dividing cell molecules, and by secretly driving her entire blood tunnel out of awe, out of curiosity!
In the dawn light of rising suns, the shadows of daytime objects also grow up! Falling, intoxicated, consciously wild self-expression heard his anthem in our faithful, unruly heart...