I have returned to my original pseudonym divine poet.I do not live in my soul.I am beyond my body and matter.insanity is my dress.Immorality is my religion.I am not a poet on my own. I do not compose on my own wish.Some one invisible whispers me and my hand composes as per dictation of the invisible he/she anytime anywhere.
My spirit has an invisible miracle pen.It writes on a water sheet and words are recorded in the eternity.
Divinity is the only tools through which one can read me.I am in conflict with my God.I see HIM dancing with HIS angels in heaven while my world is burning.I want to see HIM weeping. I shall set fire on His throne. So forget my mid time period and I do return my original position of divine poet.
A Moment With A Night
The night turns a being
without forms and image
And says, lets go for a sip
with this thirsty eyes.
Bars were full of dancing souls
Floors were humming with singing girls
Guests were drunk
with the melting beauty of girls.
The night invites me to move
to paradise unknown
where exists only nothingness.