Let me dissolve

With this wind

Thwarts are too many

But not as many as sins

My eccentric revolution

Was I really me?

Or a false being within?

I let go

The bits of papers

Let them fly with the gust

Neither I have no choice

Nor I have an ironic gun

My eccentric revolution

Making me read

The unattributed passages

The words hitting

Faster then bullets

Precarious verbs, I read unperturbed

Was it me,

Or the soul flying,

Lying over that stream of falls

My eccentric revolution

I carry the mystic satchel

Replete with my true self

Untamed, free spirited soul

Confined within perceptions

Like a vividly colourless tree of desire

Floating in an acid bath

Burnt muscles and frail limbs

Unusual pigments in the leaves

My eccentric revolution

Chilling unjust, heaving melodies

Of my voyage to the never land

I see unsolved puzzles

Of broken bricks and bones

Creating shadows, within us

Every step I move towards you

 I find myself distant from truth

Then I reach this place

 Only to find myself under the sun

But here unlike elsewhere,

The light defines,

Contours of darkness

I confide in this darkness,

What I couldn’t tell you

For I was always condemned

I feel loved in this solitude

I sit by the river and see stones shaping

Just like, my muppet mind

I feel the bliss, I feel life 

From my experiences

Running the gamut from mountains to ponds,

I burn those puppets of papers

I say hello to the world

For there is no one to listen

But the trees and the wild...