Faster and faster,
chasing one thought after another.
The unbridled force doesn’t stop
carrying dissonant sounds,
playing melodies on one dissonant string.

The reality?
Shaping through thoughts, through words
and actions.

If you listen, you are a friend.
If you reject it, you are just an enemy.

Emotions vibrating in the air
The butterfly effect works so well.
Nobody sees subtle cracks in the structure.

A pluck of the string.
The fragile beings disappear.
Those who feel compassion,
bearing the burden
of those who find pleasure
in the fears of others.

This is not a polyphony,
this is a cacophony of curses
of those who are unscrewing
the lightbulb in the middle of the day.

Please,
don’t fall asleep
though your eyes are heavy.

You still have your own songs
to sing purely and loudly
in the middle of the night.

Queen-of-night in bloom,
a lake holds our laughter still,
waterfall blushes.

In the era of demons, who loves God?
In the era of lies, who follows truth?
In the era of body counts, who loves the soul?
In the era of Kaliyuga, who is human?

In the era of pretenders, who is trustful?
In the era of rapes, who is respectful?
In the era of killings, who makes sacrifices?
In the era of Kaliyuga, who follows dharma?