to my dearest

Dear reader, why are you afraid to contemplate about the 'forbidden'? Dearest reader, why are you afraid of a false danger? is it the thought of hell described by the messenger? My dearest reader, why do you call your needs a sin? do you really believe in a heaven you might win? My dearest reader, say, I'll do what my heart desire. say, I'll live without being afraid of hell's fire. say, I'll do good unto others, not to win a place in heaven. say, I'll die knowing I've lived virtuously amongst liars.Dear reader, Free yourself from shackles of centuries-old false narrations. then only can you see the truth and win the Supreme Reality's admiration.

My dearest reader, ask to lift the veil from your eyes. ask for wisdom to identify lies. ask to grant might to overcome obstacles. ask to grant insight to perceive miracles. ask for strength to not deceive. ask and you shall truly receive.

Dear reader, Free yourself from constructed illusions of false narrators. then only can you behold the Supreme Reality and dismiss imitators.

kavi14102014

Inspired from the movie Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street.

There's a pearl necklace a black one fit.
a pitiful island that is made of shit. and the damned of the world inhabit it.
goes by the name of Male’.

A mouthful of teeth a decaying one fit.
fouls the taste and poisons it bit.
and the damned of the world rot in its pit.
it might as well be called Male’.

Kavi2015

Mind & Reality's sublime rendezvous

Mind and Reality met and conversed.
Mind looked up at the clouds and said,

Mind: My senses perceive clouds of information.
Reality: We are the sky they circulate in.

M: Our eyes perceive the brilliant sunset.
R: We are the radiant light itself.

Mind contemplated for a while and continued,

M: We are but grains of sand washed upon an infinite shore.
R: We are the infinite shore itself.

M: We are travelers navigating the vast ocean of life.
R: We are the boundless ocean itself.

M: We are humans having a profound experience.
R: We are the pervading consciousness experiencing itself.

Mind kissed Reality with an enlightened smile and became one.

Kavi 140122013

aligned to axis mundi

My body is a buoy floating in the visible surface of life as
i explore the subtle depths of my being.
It beams and rings upon raging waves of emotions and desires made of illusory things.
The world of abstract reasoning cannot be overcome by
a single slight of mind over matter.
Untethered i dive deep into the ocean of consciousness. There i find peace of mind and enthralling bliss of oneness.

Kavi01012015

Find God

Travel without moving,
Be everywhere.
See without looking,
Witness everything.
Taste without eating,
Digest the universe.
Hear without listening,
Comprehend the inaudible.
Talk without speaking,
Describe the ineffable.
Find order in chaos,
Find Peace.
Find God in a microgram.

Azlym05072012

Nothing More and Nothing Less

It takes more than pure Will to tame this beast.

It's not choosy when it comes down to feast.

it has been growing obese to say the least.

time has come to distill the piss of the yeast.

Farther down the thoughts less raveled.

Much closer than the roads less traveled.

Feel it connect to your sorry navel.

Paint the path, spit-shine every gravel.

High-end moonshine conspiracies are yet to be released.

Together with vulpine junkies who frets to be pleased.

Grease your knuckles before your swollen heart seize.

Bleed crimson tears into the night and scent the breeze.

Be sure to take the first step forth for the definitive quest.

Find the primodial ocean within the spiraling embrace of a seashell.

Be sure to hunt with the tigress that was once regressed.

swim till you wash up dead upon the shores of the seventh hell.

Of your own device.

By your own advice.

(lost in her-centric universe)

Delusions could be maintained and transmitted.

Majestic transits will be evaluated and omitted.

Tenacity must be ventilated and submitted.

(crazy like you to rehearse)

The old dog appeared snake-like, my crazies.

The old viper appealed to my deflowered daisies.

In my mind, ye ol' serpent of creation fingered my dazies.

Reared its head, fork tongued and eyes lingered all hazies.

Manic-like unadulterated mind-fuck, my crazies.

Magic-like to the satanic spectrum of my rubies.

Think!, it said.

Think we did for it.

Knowing there's absolutely nowhere to run or hide.

Comply!, it snarled.

and complied we did for it.

Rowing towards death to end this forsaken ride.

Here i am,

a whirl on the fingertip of the outstretched hand of humanity.

Here you are,

letting your vanity braid with my sanity.

Here we are,

strangers amongst the living billions.

Here we are,

mingling with the decaying trillions.

There we were,

nothing more and nothing less.

to be nothing more and nothing less.

Azlym03072012

The Mistresses of Psychosis

Chapter 1 Serenading the Dark Mistress.

The eyes are the first to lose its light.

Losing its innocense to a starless night.

Sanity shot down from its mundane flight,

To spiral down into an abyss of madness.

I've cried my eyes blind.

I've wailed my throat sore.

I've detained myself behind.

I've bruised my skin raw.

Just for a taste of you, my love.

Just for a hit of you, my love.

Voice of reason drowns beneath the waves of despair.

Ego now crucified when esteem seems beyond repair.

Misery weighs down deeper as the body struggles for air.

Bite the full-blown psychosis the pyche can never be prepared.

I'll crawl to the ends of the world.

I'll swim oceans if I tire and get cold.

I'll sell my soul for a few counterfeits.

I'll not stop to rest till i find a fix.

All just for a taste of you, my love.

All just for one kiss of you, my love.

Chapter 2 Killing Ms.Strange D'Novitol

The eyes are always the first to lose its light.

See them spin like roulette balls in the eye sockets.

Substances does not equate to sustenance tonight.

Life can be divided and stuffed into the pockets.

Along with the jingling change.

Along with mingling Ms.Strange.

She says,

"Let the ashes fall wherever they may,

for tomorrow you cannot touch today.

Say what you need to say.

Share your thoughts before the great decay."

The soul is always the first to be charred like the withering lungs.

As black as the raven scraping its beak on the tombstone.

Sanity now becomes too scarred to right the wrongs.

As slack as the bipolar musician peaking on the trombone.

Alone with critters of change.

Alone with bitter Ms.Strange.

She says,

"Let the leaves fall wherever they may,

For your hopes and dreams will find a way.

Share your experiences without delay.

With these words she bled away."

Azlym11032012