Sunday, September 5, 2010

The spiral

a strange journal into the unemployment of S.Kandaswamy 
chapter 5: The spiral                                                                                                                              
Where dreams belong in lavish flavours,
Where the truth lies upon the returning favour,
And the masks of men that soon turn away,
For the unravelling ropes now have nothing to say.

The universe and sky beneath and above,
For the subtle hearts for this land must love,
And the tearing skin of the setting sun,
Under the eyes of the deep to become as one.

The winding and whirling maelstrom,
Dancing upon the seas and the tide to come,
The empty circle inside and out,
And the whispers of oceans that spill from the mouth.

One has become all to be counted,
The remains to be thrown and soon departed,
And the rain of gods that fall with longing,
For the wild tulip has long waited to sing.

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