Both of them

"I imagined this. You had a guitar."

Alankrit laughed.

"What brings you here ?"

Alankrit speaks

One summertime Saturday I heard a sound as i walked silently around hilltown Picadilly.

It was the hissing of the snakes. But there was nothing they could do. I treaded above them: just merely, slowly.

Above my head there was a cloud, but inside there was nought.
The beams were tight, the ropes were taut.

Tightroping along with the frayed temerity to pause
to remind oneself of all things - no matter, no cause!

I wrote love, they loved me!
without merciless big city cacophony.

And when I lay awake and absentmindedly strummed my heart, it gave sound!
I sat up with a start.
I lay down again, same outcome.
Since then, in all solstices rose my sun.

She was firm, yet yielding. I entered the building.
Single stair, single step, simple hall: that's all.

And now when they hiss, I puncture them with my bliss.
They weaken. They cannot die, and neither can I.

The Prince
found peaceful coexistence.  





Its a sick world, sick,sick,sick.