Solemn Panorama: Our Times
Each man and woman building hydro-castles of reality
Becoming stars and jewels of the far-off, unknown prosperity
Millions are scattered on this stone of mass energy and ecstatic beauty
A plethora of vengeance dropping from the bruised face of bloodless modernity
Karma! Cried the old monk of the old times, holding the golden fish in his mouth
Who was crushed to death by a speeding electric wind, transforming him into a black ray sourcing from the dark sky.
Solving the maze and passing through every household comes the stream of awareness
Awareness not of the unknown
Awareness not of knowledge
But a wide pool of small transactions of health, happiness and restful ownership.
A news was heard by a dying soldier about a man who lived for more than a 100 years
And about the other man who helped the man to survive for more than a 100 years.
Such is the tranquility of mankind
Violence and survivorship balanced and marked by a higher authority
No god! No magic!
Just man for man
And blood for blood
And blood for life…
Then a small form of existence is surrounded by dreams and betrayal
A young man he is in this colorful society
Ignorance and altruism playing on his field of conciousness
Thus making him a big celebrity
Friends and enemies celebrating his fooled idiosyncracy
Then comes a time
Alas! Now is broken his reality
Yes, by the dusty noon and screaming streets of clowns and diamonds
His beloved teacher looking for him in the crowd,
Shouting his name and at last finding him in the form of tears
Tears which are now hard to find in the rain drops settled on the palms of the beloved teacher…
Now there is happiness and curiosity
As each man and woman building hydro-castles of reality
Becoming stars and jewels of the far-off, unknown prosperity
Millions are scattered on this stone of mass energy and ecstatic beauty
A plethora of vengeance dropping from the bruised face of bloodless modernity