Riddle of the biscuit alley

There is an alley
Named after something yummy
Like with you a cupatea

A lamppost of a style
in a picture
Accidental
Holding the symbol
The key

indicating
A Variable
Starring a twin
The unique sum of a three

Day is the day of today
Dont you mix it up
While you add up

The melody
of a 3 Digid number

A flame
is unique

of profound order is
not comperable to
when once seen
From left to right
In a street

As revealed
in a dream

Manifesting now
In a different order
Inspiring the dice

Invoking the triad of
which you should know
Some time

She said
To conquer time
Made of a curtain
of stories 

Jnana

a gypsy of changing face
says:
‘I know
you have been living
in this land
long
very very long
so will you please tell me
how long’

my first time !  I reply
just arrived – few days ago
all details in a flash…

But he ignores
and repeats
the same

Do I not really
understand
as I smile
and thank him politely?

Yes
It all sounds so holy
just like this cow
visiting
each and every
day
while I write
in the same cafe

Really! 🙂 yes
yes
Can you imagine!? 🙂
She just comes to watch
oh No … not hungry
the owner says
as if everyone
knows but me
I explain
Jokingly

while I secretly wish
wish for what he says:

‘You have the same fire
of an Indian woman
in your eyes
a woman that never dies
until she brings healing
Healing
and something more’
… he says

And I babble
babble on

He and I
On a thin line
Playing
A dangling
game of
Oh the silly me’s
questioning
as if s
reasoning
residues of
habits

so Maybe…
I say for the
last time
And forget

Forget
to only live
the thing
with him

unknowing

and I look up
to see

to see
the me
in his
fiery

but he

He is not even
looking

Me is
one point just
beyond  a holy

We – union of three

Inversed
to match
to a combined path
of the ever known

which
I used to call unknown
which now makes
me
mute alone