hard swarthy mountain

he works through skin of night

have his kin displaced in vastness

morning glow an extinct

he isn't in the know

he asks 'is sun square'?

is sun acronym of fun?

is sun on land or water?

people do talk about sunny mornings, he self-inquires..

he wonders -if sun is a fiction ?

if sun is a man or woman?is it a meaningful entity?

he sees manifold through his own painting

a road wound along the hard swarthy mountain and a moon beaming above, he listens to the murmur and rustle of trees,a becoming part of nature bonhomie,

he signals his whims to his sole moon....

heaves and sigh traversed by kite of signs out to the world

he says too much us to know

he has no void to disperse, no rational to reckon with

he deals by dint of unstated

forbidden is a prejudice against all

road laid in sketch aglow by fireflies

he forms waves through his fingers, a terrain in drifted tapestries

labyrinth of sky bursting into vowels of colours

is that his demure in undulating designs

he is an unreasonable man, dressed in black smudged gear

lies in womb of vicissitudes of nature

reason is a stale fibre

he is two in himself unto sun displays harbinger of spree

we all play games on sly

what reminisces does he have?with whom?at what?..

nothing worth to evaporate, he has no shadow to nurture, nor a dark too murky to clandestine

a precision of whatever

the blue lady down the road redolent of all timely beauty can envy; an opportunist's peril

it is seasons of vowel colours

purplish streaked by silvery,scarlet shower sapphron curves in golden bury

a smudge of our transient moods

he sees smoke billowing out across mountain

he says 'all bitter forces digging in manifest animosity'

why we wrangle for space with sharp and spite?

why do we morph circle into small squares?

lot suppressed in bloody fissures where eyes don't perceive

those are untraceable fossils

hearts pound for those lying underneath porous linens

he gazes at the kindred spirit of sketch

clouds drifting away in golden outburst

he felt a sudden reverberation

tremors under his feet

tripod rocked by canon shot

his signs static in open air

language orphaned in frenzy

eyes dashed, yet it flickers

momentum of a vision-borne lost by heavy thud of wars

the sun barges in a single strut

his eyes open with no heave within

for whom the spectacle bears?

for whom sun burns today?

for whom the day evades?.!!