In a thousand mile of arid land the eye of the man and the lion on a boat

Seven headed Jagganath on the turmeric sea of white sands

Seven close to eight on nine to ten then zero again without the one

To open the unlocked doors of the hidden kingdom of immortals

A spade of blue turquoise running across the caves of time

A lost chapter in the creational book was reading itself through the magnified meca vision

Some grow old as young others look at the sky in disbelief

Some saw the golden flakes burning like a vast ship in the everlasting space of infinity

Turbulence was not an offence but an offering to cleanse the soul

Gods look to gods to purge themselves and man looks towards the sea

The fruit was bearing the hibiscus adder in the poison of death

Its sting was the injected needle that etherised the mountains and the deserts

Atacama folded in the Taklamakan Gobi and stretched into the sub-Saharan terrain

Inside the reptilian bond the stars of the Erasmus faded into the sunshine of xyro-sun

Christ was annihilated on bed of the rocks to bear the language of the river-songs

Words walking into words as tau on lepton and gluon

Tara tera tara xivo-xivo utrath mekav ryto blomin

In the streets of Shigatse there are no gods

Not even the signs that dangle the desire of man

The tanks are buried deep into the heart of the primordial alter

Beware, beware that time is just coming soon.

– Joy Roy Choudhury