Rippling gods have sat down on their

shapeless thrones in the numbness

voids in eternal time of endless space

Deserted prayer wanders away (from)

hopeless mind like my spirit cries

in agonies and stamina



Crawling cosmos silence from

the trones above the clamed cloudes of deep blue sky

I can't hear myself !



Am I really here or do the cosmos mirrors

reflect my forms of cosmos silence.

Am I ?



The cosmos mirror reflect my forms

of cosmos silence...