"in my end is my beginning"
' Constant commotion of tales unheard Like boiling water bursting out The tales; Of dread and grief in shades of blue Heart's pale stained in hue Oh life of mine A mirage through my eyes A mirage; Of lilac skies covering dull days Of whorls constricted in a hollow pit With twists of turns With each turn forms a tale anew A tale unheard, uncanny Screaming into the void Only to deflect with the walls standing tall Echoes remain And they fall right back where they were Forming a tale, yet again Seasons come, seasons go Winter whispers Spring sings Fall falls Summer sulks Soul sweeps The petals and the leaves The wind and the dust All fall into the pit to rust Incarnating a tale once more That's how it benignness The pain An 'apparent segment of life' If only it were However, a ray Projects from a point and never ends I fathom, The end of it would be with the end of me The tales, the seasons, the pain Are all a part of this catastrophe.