Crows are singing caw…caw ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

It does matter anything that, who gives to you in birth or who pounce you from the life? Does it really matter why you are in life and why you omitted in one day by the sudden beeps of crack? Really, oh yes, really it matters serious that you need to carry the life to prove your ability in life, that, you are not lonely, and excellent in innocence or very clever to cheat your own and be the others? Does it all necessary to carry, to remember, and to reminding your own and the others that, we need to conscious about the fate of crows, so cuckoos can never lay their eggs in crow’s nest?… Continue reading Crows are singing caw…caw ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Let there be light ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

I know my eyes can see the visible; and I know I’m myopic to see the buoyant stream of invisible, just beneath the visible. I want to feed my eyes as blind feeds his eyes to feel, to see, to narrate, to touch and to embrace all visible and invisible, despite his ultimate nightmare that he is none to see anything in broad daylight or electrified nighttime… Continue reading Let there be light ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Let it be ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

I’m greedy for the moment when you hold my hand to say, “Let it be honey before starts another good day again”. The moment is joyous to me. I know your eyes ignite to counts enormous good for me that’ll bring me to the happiness. Relation is a token of happiness. It deserves care, waits for love, and wanted safe in this bizarre-looking surface. When you kiss me by the cliché wording it mirrors your desire to be care, love and to be safe under the great harbor, despite the relentless presence of evil spirits in our tiny life… Continue reading Let it be ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Memorable Return ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Death is not a relief my son. In the moment of death I was foolish, cause, I thought, now I’ll relive and free from the surface where I passed my living life such a long day, and now the journey is end forever. I was wrong my son. Death did not release me yet. The new flesh, where I can breathe and be thinking, now chains me. I’m now hang on the dilemma of new-and-old… Continue reading Memorable Return ⇒ Kirno Sohochari