Momentary talks ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

… The sunny clouds are comin’ and goin’ like lonely thunder.
From where it comin’? Goin’ where?, I ask myself
Croak croak…, the rainy toad answered me by seated in its toadstool./ … Multicolored butterflies flying surround the tea leaves.
From where they are comin’ with these multicolors? Goin’ where?
I ask myself over again, 
Croak croak…, the rainy toad leaps on the pond to its toadstool./ … From where this chatterbox arrives? Now goin’ where?
I ask myself by seeing the jumping toad, 
Torrential rainfall begins at this moment, to stop me… Continue reading Momentary talks ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Meaningless forever ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Seasons changed according clock-tick. It’s not necessary that it should have reason for the change. Tearful rains turned into drizzle autumn. White catkin-field calls me lie down there. I liked to drown me in a catkin-field, preferred to drink the white sunrays as perfect boozer. Autumn makes me the boozer who is boozed by idiotic satire of life. Autumn leaned to late autumn and palm-kernel reached in maturity by being ripened. Mature palm-kernel provoked me to think myself as buffoon. Yeah, I the buffoon who tried to act joyous here hide the marble truth that, life is dull here by boring repetition of life itself. Does it mean something? Does buffoon help you to comprehend the riddle of life? I’m not sure but akin to follow the autumn fall, where golden paddy-sheaf waits for sickle, they wait to be sacrificed their dazzling beauty for a joyful harvest… Continue reading Meaningless forever ⇒ Kirno Sohochari