Sunday, October 16, 2011

Turning Stoic


Bending sky to a distant land,
Tugging like life's crystal,
Discrete life's lustrous shine,
Tagging like shrine petal,

Silent songs dissolve in even-
Expanding air, a myriad bloom,
Outface a passionate impression,
To the gears of roses, feasibly fume,

Add little drops of honey,
To the saline Aquarius world,
Let acquire softness to feel,
Distill the whole hurled, 

Only a precipitous zeal,
Lingers the day, O dear,
Emotional fountains are vocal,
Engrave a hoping fear,

Like fish swing on the surface,
Gulling temperance trace,
Firmly Subtend and bend,
Now, be disunion of fence,

Never paused enduring forms,
In the corals amidst life stride,
Infinite cloak of retaining crest,
Abyss dialogue conjugates aside,

When filling equanimity,
Of daring senses to humble scene,
Noble thrills of a image defy,
All worldly cracks and fancy pie,

Variable silence of human head,
Aiding little free spire,
Invisible can convulse,
Only when one way turns dire,

To induce myopic logs level,
Life is gala day of logistics,
Sometimes silently magnify dark,
Diving pain and fear stoics,

Listening dismay in way,
Inscribe an aromatic hollow,
Heart's yearning, surfing waves,
Like a lighthouse radar, does hello.

Every blitz of rare tints,
Ooze curly rays of blinks,
Blazed with fancied desires,
Eternal smoke like a soul twinks.




Thursday, October 13, 2011

Dancing Hills

Sloppy air of the nearby dancing hills,
Up, down and murky as modesty drills,
As the hurry winds, friskily caress to pass,
Sounding cheers, drizzled inside a message to grasp,

Remembrance of dusty road, and old ways,

Constantly ripples, vow to show, delighted old days,
With few paddles and cycling along rectified curves,
Blissfully breath cool smileys in each nerves,

The murmuring sound of the hillside waterfall chain,

Sprinkle a wave to sooth tirelessly traveling vein,
Summarily myths of low-lying lazy clouds, burst a bit,
Circute an endless journey, from the passage orbit.  

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Natural Instinction


In-variance follow perfect incrustation,
Throughout length and breadth of generation,

When seeking gaze give a willing due,
Likeliness not easily reflect a twilight as true,

Lounging life at the tip of strangers,
Hardly facsimile just by tossing the fingers,

History of illustrations envelope mind with light's speed,
Invoke for seekers, trekking for life's bid,

Natural instinction project a clustered heart bind,
Ambling directives to profound for the order of mind,

Even alteration,  code and credits mind to react,
Selects the musing pictures on mirroring heart act,

Forbidden Exultance by cautiousness of heart and mind,
Vanish like even water bubbles without giving any sign.

Sunday, October 9, 2011

The Faith Of Flower

When the fascinating flowers of the fall,
Swiftly toppled to rill and roll on the grounds floor,
Faint with the traversal of the old frequent winds atoll,
Ramps and reminds all the lyrical memoir,
To sage the morning mild dew fuse and free,
Laying vigorously on the damp soil and green grass,
Perfumed and springing to sort a season glee,
Offering a grace of rewind at the spraying shine,
The perch of the ballooning branches of the tree,
Unaware of the hurtfulness of the flowers' faith,
Sailing unknowingly elsewhere in the onus sky's entree,
Tossing logistics to chisel the happening prose,
Of the experiment in every perch of the saline treasury,
And softly spiked a wind to kill its dim dream to browse,
Filled with all high spirited hoping degree,
An echo of silence trans-versed in thoughts,
By the awakening, traversal of the entire day,
Destined till the evening experience of the pain,
And the curtain fall, outdo a certain call-
The bird's heart could not understand the budding flower's brain.

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Earthly Prison


Why not fly in the infinite sky?
Why?Look at the dense, veined wings!;
Pretending powers of imagination,
Obtusely outgrows from the heart,
Why not forget this earthly prison;
Full of fogged followers Of gravity,
Mesmerizing me to the whole world;
Of glassy airy colors,
Which magnetize relevance by right,
And one bright morning,
Fueled with inner light and sight,
Would walk in the infinite sky.

Saturday, October 1, 2011

Autumn Leaves


Quarreling with the misty airy autumn,
The autumn leaves leave,
Often orient and gradually discorded,
Fall with the vanquish charm and believe,

Compromising with the misty airy autumn,
The autumn leaves leave,
Curling in the sunshine and shadowy night,
Self-propel and escape the tree with the dew,

Cosmification with the misty airy autumn,
The autumn leaves leave,
During crispy crude colours of the milky dawn,
Stirling and mixing with the visuals of the eve,

Sublime with the misty airy autumn,
The autumn leaves leave,
Jointing a graceful degree of scenes,
Unheard visions of the critical heart heave,

Voiding with the misty airy autumn,
The autumn leaves leave,
Creating hopes for the butterflies and birds,
Vacating fragrance as a natural grieve.

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Switched On The Wall


Have you seen natural reflections?
It can be conditionally colorful,
For sure, it needs an interface or reflecting surface,
A retreat to observe,
But when it is black, dark, crude,
Is it switched on the wall as a critic?

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

A Lightening Firefly


A firefly in a jingling, singing mood stood,
Lingering a melodious song of tribal wood,
Mobilizing mutely and withholding silent siren, itself,
Stripped on every blink, unhidden, on table, on shelf,
Toppling in the sample space of inclusion and belief,
Let things ionized with stupendous glow, elif,
Came near a uppish headed, auguring ant,
Imbibing like a tiny rock-roll, and faint,
Sweeping slowly, shortly in course of meal-act,
Relatively a common constant, unreasoning fact,
Absolutely like radically magnetizing itself,
If it reached grocery and strive chill help,
The firefly stopped to ask the ant,
Aye! dear you work hard and instant,
A timeless template for the affinities,
of sweet and sugarcane, not suffered from diabetes?
The modern ant candidly replied the friend fly,
Do not you know, plausible fusible guy,
"It's so, that's why, very shortly, we die",
Said the ant, and thanked it for doctoring advice,
The fearless firefly moved to another pragma dice,
A resilient spider, weaving web cascade,
Tangling and cycling its leg on airy bed,
Exponentially expanding a macro bit overhead,
Queried the firefly mad, in more gestural interest,
why spider had famished and flimsy fate,
The arrogant spider vouched quickly in second,
Ye! conspicuous friend,"I don't have lightening wand",
And dared the frightened firefly to cross the quadruple,
Dared not the firefly, nifting its life double,
Convening its life and magic potion to all ardent friend,
Restlessly moved to all atypical trend,
Finding hints of all anomalies, few tall, few bend.

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

A Foggy Day


A foggy day often blind eyes!
Syrupy cold wind in a foggy day,
Flinching all muted sight,
Accordingly freeze, varying the vision,
Weather to see inner intuition of  might,
Wispy winds implodes reasoning,
Aroused and abrupt, aware of a way away,
Consciousness in the unconscious crash,
Envoy of the dizzy brain in a decoy,
To conclude and let pass,
Before the resonating light rewind,
Do mirroring of self, all around,
With only gateway to en-cash the mind,
Once one could see only one onto many,
And dodged to see like him,
Ah! but those differed in crude fog,
Repose hidden fractions, ignored to vanish, 
All are fractiously fogged,
Used to! tranquilize other,
All are consciously cloaked,
Used to! synchronize self.

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Spiritual Freedom


Let the freedom be freed,
From the assuming proportions,
Let the lights of true believe assimilates,
Through chiseling and modeling of notions,
Let the extensive flow glows under high brilliance,
And the freedom of spirit be exalted in country celebrations.

Monday, August 1, 2011

The Jungle History


Once upon a time in the jungle history,
And a good green, testimonial time it was,
Naturally growing trees of wild beasts' story,
Centred in the circular array of living prose,
Nature face was foamed in the fanatical form,
In cold and mild aspirations of ecosystem,
Animals;Progressing purely on each other norm,
Running ripples, to burst for the existed esteem, 
Man came, heavily exploited the nature and norm,
Joys impart, started sick season of global warming,
Led to the disastrous flood in the jungle to mourn,
The melodious hymns turned to crumbled cries,
But non linguistic creatures found- no heartfelt emotions,
And drowned with their bleeding heart to finally fail,
The razor-sharp reasons of man could not help devotions,
In between, Two jungle friends, shared a tale-
A fox with daring hope climbed up the tree,
A drowning deer was endeared and feared in the rocks,
The mild friend fox, poisoned parroted philosophies of life's mystery,
Could not save its life, the fanaticism of helpless fox?    

Monday, June 27, 2011

Flying In The Masquerade Life Of Dream


Flying in a masquerade life of dream,        
In the midst of mean delight with whim,
Passed many universe of logistic life,
Whirled rings of unknown light pipe,
Carrying moments of infinite millers,
Shrinked in frequent indefinite colors,
Light haven life crawled in my eye,
Chirped calmly, loosing all tense tie;
What and when charmed your spirit,
And come so far in a idle spright,
Oh! there truesome melody of ease,
Nectar and divine like heavenly bees:-
No ego, no pride, no tracking, no stride,
Rare and intense still evenly bright,
Coordinated and united from mere mass,
Like sprinkled musk on a flower vase,
Lights liquored my eyes in a poesy ride,
Lights loaded my sight like passion guide,
Lights luminescent my thoughts as true,
Lights as energy token with vision too-
And, revealed there identity of 'mere mass'
Energy particles with invisible speed jazz,
Unrelated till observed by some visible odd;
Weighed atomics when transform to work,
Frequently spinning from  mere mass on torque,
And the fountain of infinite energy enter;
In the core chambers of my heart,
Filled it with love, life, energy and light,
And excited it to exile more trivially,
Drawn my passion, my sorrow aright,
Then things seemed stalled and bright,
That Trance things of my counting heart,
Mattered my mind in that spacial craft,
That holds a few petals of beauty beam,
Obluted it to mean the located dream,
That rationalise my spirit to swing ,
And randomised all things with the wing,
Dotted discretely in my digital heart,
To commune to the source of infinite light,
Where all matter hold and release,
Where all time and all space cease,
With ease and the end at the same point,
To attain,  getting the throughput joint;
Of cosmic energies that holds it to sink,
Of varied lengthy waves in different link,
Between the discrete digital heart,
While mapping the meaning of grace impart,
And i remained in light in pomp receive,
Transiting self to joy and retrieve,
Approached to tether in the perennial searching,
Stopped somewhere in a bay of heart beating,
And this part of dream burst to keen light,
As dreams were refracted to a drowsy flight,   
To find a lolling world of passion hearted,
Rode upon several small spheres' departed,
The new bay was on the 'source' sphere;
Like influential spin ball of infinite energy,
Ideally auspicious, the solace source was breezy,
In and out of eternity like some system priority,
Rotating as a point star of bright gravity,
Holding me and the whole system with innate glee-
A influential spin ball with infinite energy,
And the winged lights belong to the source,
The bright bay was their hoarded house,
Therefore, stalled in my trivial eyes,
To illuminate the path of diabolic dice,
Witnessed a nystanthes dream disc to trivial star,
As it was having great hot fountain afar,
Of instant enlightenment, most palpable,
And thundering loud that a human hardly,
Resist, disable to ponder and reach inly,
But the inside enlightenment's provided,
With inertia, moment, and desires' glided,
Which when entered into me and pause,
For a cause to reach their bay house,
And the cause was its effect and creation,
Its zonal system and their differentiation,
With all its gravity tool of influence,
That hold them together in accordance,
All things are at its entreme,
Outflowed me to swift at extreme
Broadened my vision to search all nook,
Every prospect of all grayish look!
O! that whizz in all the solitary planets,
Outspread all the light leafs to measure,
The differentiation of all peering world,
And there were several world of lights,
And one enwritten natural world like earth,
Where people, prank and puzzles get birth,
Living organisms live in light favour,
After death, grounded or absorbed in air,
In due course of fairy wings of fairer world,
Viewed the tenantless desert where lights hurled,
By the shining source in the sleeping glade mode-
A gazer of sleepy system in the dream disc pod,
Refracted: the hot breath and the cold death-
Seen a white crude mass of mercurious flow;
Rays reflecting and transmitting the soul,
From the white source soul to planet pearl,
Reflecting rays of oval angular curl,
Anchored realms on the lightening meteor,
Illuminated spheres enhanced from the core,
A crystal planet of voluminous air, very vigorous;
Withhold dense clouds, static and glamorous,
In volcanoes of charm and beauty annexure,
With reflective hot air, showing love of its nature,
On an unexplained plain of beauty curve,
With glaze and glow of many arteries and nerve,
Reminded me of the trial beating heart,
In every texture and bidding part,
And the breaking emotions on reflective rocks,
Unbounded in nature like a devil mocks,
Extending my vision to a another core,
With lifeless dust and life no more,
Reached a small rocky red planet,
Of real red radiant, absorbing the heat horizon,
At the near separation as a terror season,
Like sunset in the old crude silent ocean,
Perceptual to extremes of ancient ion,
With never ending bloodshed of radical war,
Restricting life, medieval but soully very far,
And not let living to make love like star do,
Impassive, ever-extinct by source as morning dew,
Standing on the beautiful bay in course,
And travelling accessibly via light source,
Crawled and searched another giant mass;
Of giant gravial rocks, a planet jumbo,
With many faint white rocks like crescendo,
With only and many moonly brightness afar,
And faint freezing rocks far from the source star,
Rolled and rilled, round after round,
Stooped and shrinked above dense ground,
By the ventilated and veined wing,
Which was dense, whiled like a eternal ring,
Freezing and floating in its lofty space,
With wisdom of genuine gusty wind trace,
That they takes to the dreaded nest,
Let them to oppose the stationary rest,
A dark giant planet deprived of bright door,
With self electrifying world of aromatic core,
Freeze faint rocks, hanged in its outer world,
Like lustrous flowed solid metal get mold,
And the shattered rings, flew and bound,
Igniting scarlet firewall, swiftly moved around,
To re-energize the storms of the cluttered cloud,
Which they possessed to loose, whatever clawed,
When along with lights crawled like a  beetle,
On a gas giant mass of low clouds in every nodal,
Of the unanimous sky of numerous moon,
The ring systems tilted sideways and immune,
Because of a magnetosphere in its timed core,
Thus, formed an archery board of freezing ore,
Hanged to be hit by any roaming ray,
Or a fleeting object shadow from the bay,
Travelling with the speed of light:
Far form the temporal source star,
When the ventilation of speedy wind shutter,
Non-existed in uncontrolled icy touch of nature,
Without any lime lite and rocky creatures,
And every curve of hills and mountain feast,
Reminded me of the romantic beauty crest,
A vast sea of ripples and plain tunes like hurdle,
And the fumed, freeze cold, hold the air girdle,
That fascinate my thoughts to heroic glaze,
As the planet itself symbolically says-
"A vast sea film of rebels and romantic rocks",
All faint and fragmented without light knocks,
And the fragrance of soul on those bluish rocks;
Of night jasmines' curves hurdled me to stall,
Of each night jasmines', curved in a whole,
Hurdling to stair back to source soul,
With the fragrance of soul on sigh bluish rocks,
Of night jasmines' swimming atmosphere, shores,
Inserted the nozzle of lights served over sphere,
And allowed to squench the natural beauty curves,
At the mean time of the time travel:
In the mean position of the travelled tail,
From the static and dynamic drawing source,
Architected lifeless rocks in circular course,
Realized and propelled with the speed of light,
In the constant ride of indispensable insight,
And fell on the blue lustrous logging world,
Free from rationalised system like sold, 
Carrying life and light of spectroscopic molten matter,
Heaved by the flowing orientation of liquid crystal,
Reflected its blue soul in exponential sky,
Gradually, formed its atmosphere and imply-
Densely differentiated formed that crude core,
Densely differentiated from the crude source;
Of lustre of ductile rays and value peeved,
To animate all shadows from the source,
And enter into its atmospheric pores,
Then the differentiated planet got the living,
Through out the existed enamours of loving being,
And produced and mapped into reality,
In the madrigal of life, stoically and duality,
With all ecstasy of the decimal descent sky,
Briefed and differentiated by the source's spy,
Its high sounding effect on all land,
The eternity of soul in every trend,
And let the species to indulge in life trade;
In love, birth, talk walk, on death fade,
That, what was the scheme of the system?
How life had been prepared by the source?
How soul had been inferred in sigh rocks and ores?
And existed the live characters in animation,
Within infinite soul, the 'fleshy one' creation,
The fleshy one rationalized and sublimed in mysteries,
Mapped into many and multiple histories,
Stirred the planet pot with green gripper,
Created the land, boundary and the ethereal air,
To inspire the flashy one and their kind,
Weaving world of lives, enshrined and rewind,
Therefore, the then cycle started by the source,
To exert love and life in living course,
Hence differentiated the whole entropy of planet,
In the scrapbook of integrated matrix plant,
From the bay of self solace source:
Lights sailed on living being,
Their godly effects on them on wing,
Of auspicious spirituality, emerging prime,
With due respect to space and time,
The primary ray begun in the nodal hold,
Brightened a part of its easterly world,
Shadowing each and all within soul,
And clicked each and all the whole,
Reflected the shadowed image of the mused,
In the first land, rays ardently arrive,
Of the first flag in the nook on a small hive,
Mutating them with caressing colours of sight,
In light hearted way and alluring white,
And those fleshy one, immortal and implored,
By the tireless solace source, timed and encored,
Explored the eternal, ethereal, early morn,
Whiffed the breeze to swirl the flower corn,
Like ardent orchard placed before mist of light,
Getting evolved by the spirit of morning byte,
Myriad, light weighted, full of fragrance and tone,
Unresistant to tiny water droplets in hanging environ, 
And its squeezing aroma on every chilled lawn,
Feeling of passionate love of dew at the dawn,
Embracing the environs to its fullest,
And when the bright effervescent lights came,
The sizzling sigh dew vanished from the game,
To let them to grow in mercuric light flow,
And charmed with its cosmic colours of glow,
On diversified and differentiated planet;
Lights, with its inevitable and enhanced effect,
Wishing within white, inside and out enact,
All, looking for a media to transform into and over,
Extremes of sky sea's Crystal and red radical flower,
And the green to hold the environs,
Yellow showing the eternity in turbulent tyrants,
So, ever radiant, flexible and mighty lights,
Reflected colours to the planet's sights,
After all, missing the truism of true white light,
Devoid of renunciation, to a different height,
Left it in falsehood to serve 'fleshy one',
To live in parted way, and not to be shun,
And deceivingly apart ed from the truth,
Like a butterfly, actually a meandering moth,
Acquired the quantum of light and environs,
Moving tactically in dream's vacuum, without siren,
To whom? Overcast fringes of lives-
To the awakened sublimed central infringe,
The inner self soul, beyond brightness and free,
From the outer flesh; a dark boundary,
Darkened by falsehood with only true whole soul,
In self, and the Single Soul of all, in all,
Union of everything, enduring, one and the only,
Holding each and infinite number of keys,
Of millions of million, source and sink trees,
Residing beyond all called almighty,
Who entangled, tuned heart inside fleshy one,
With strange, tuned fringes of light cone,
And hidden beyond all odd, even omnipresent,
In the rarest clue of each tremendous effect,
The primitive source brightened every clue;
To the lustrous affinity of the planet blue,
Of the deep wide flowing liquid to the big pores,
Of the reflected image of infinite blue universe,
Covered the major surface on its canvass guide,
And those cornered universal rocks beside,
The vast oceans, tempered to touch the rock;
Settled in entropy of time, gathered to knock, 
Where the abyss gaps vanish in tabulated time,
The aroused waves came to crash in rhyme,
With the mighty rocks or damped like wine,
Paddled in the soaking soil of bold beaches crust,
Mean while the rocks hardly tranquilize its thirst,
When the egocentric, jealous, broad beach,
Let them to meet when intervened by sky's witch,
Traveling spiritually like the waves of the seas,
To find the ever diminished destination devotees,
And i saw my true image, reflected,
Travelling in the indefinite dreams' parted,
A journey on the stirred lights on spiritual waves:
To find a destination of dream within a dream,
In a tribal ship with hope as the only prism,
And alone captain of the ship travelled tirelessly,
Depicting the vast spiritual, truesome oceans' fairy,
           A ship was about to move,
           Withholding memory dust,
           Passing shores, fluently flowed,
           To scorch captain's mind rust,
          When the turbine twirl the spirit,
         With high sounding satiated waves,
         Switched and headed along by stream,            
         By stalking, what moment, it heads,
      The sky was orange in a chilled evening,
       In the rationalised sky and roaming breeze,
       Mixed into the battled blue orient ocean,
       Merging all the love song at dusk whizz,
      Exponential To many life's lingering labour,
      Where birds and rain play in sobre sky,
      Their eternal game of hide and seek,
      Singing the song of destiny on a sly,
      The captain in the coral water, sailing duly,
     With only compassionate corona as a compass,
     With hefty hope of digraph destination,
     Tackling each obstacle in the bio-scope canvass,
     How come the captain sailed to pored ocean,
    Of its large, thick blue lustrous tribal tide,
    Deep and ceased in its winsome freedom,
    And the passive fluent water, imperial and pride,
   Involving and evolving the fortuitous organisms,
   Finned to overcome dense, pivoted water,
   Poured and packed in pores of blues,
   To invent a viscous slippery system of charter,
   Passed many sovereign sea of lustrous character,
   In deeply dodged, careens of volcanic stream,
   Where large turrets of ocean, grown glimmers,
   Freely encashed to extremes, in life cycle's prism,
   An indigenous sky's colored sea of open eddies,
   Endoscopic, interviewed, invariance improved to imply,
   With an equanimity of gradiance to the organism,
   Hale and hearty in their chain beneath the stooped sky,
   In the shore of a amid analytical sea, 
   Of mighty white organisms in lustrous love,
   And the stalwarts were vanquishing their soul,
   From every seashore, followed to cove,
    Following the northern norton star,
   Somehow, the cabled captain came to the cold age,
   An ocean of mighty polarised organisms without fear,
   Articulated in antiquity of time's cage,  
    Passing tirelessly, came to the opposite pole,
   Full of freezed and freed Aquarius fragment,
   Adaptation of aquatic blues in white snowfall,
   There was nothing, and nothingness of tolerance intent,
   Travelling patiently in the ocean's wisdom,
    Creating short ripples on the ocean of time,
    Collecting the hoary antiquity of its glory,
    Of the congruent characters in the varied regime,
     On impulsive thoughts of cordial waves,
     Seeking and cycling a strange philosophy, 
     The oneness of things in the organic ocean,
     A real proof of the organic rationality, 
     The captains hunt for treasure diminished 
      When the treasures found in life seemed,
      Only a dust of intolerance and desire,
      The inside darkness, absorbed and screamed,
       And the hidden streams throughout,
        The glorious journey on time's measure-
        How wonder full rational streams were,
        An insight support like the true treasure!-
         That how the oceans, come down,
          Permeated in the planet's prism,
          Outcasted and boasted the civilization,
          A treasure of rationalised wisdom!
All things, transparent from the divine source,
The oceans, seashores, lustrous love endorse,
A coloured wet tune of a cosmic string,
The viscous volume permeated in the planet,
And the universe itself like a drop bloom,
Of the transcend ocean of glory and gloom,
Of the soul beyond time and space trace,
Installed into the coloured fleshy one to grace,
In the contentment of fragmented water and land,
Differentiated in different forms from source's bay,
By the mystic rays swinging inside and away,
Seen the evolution from the steadfast star,
Of the first effect on planet, light and bright,
With rummaging choices in passion plight,
Fleshy one, divided their water and lands,
And hopeful civilizations take birth in trends,
In the joint land mass of generation miracles,
Responding and retorting in the life cycles,
One was the light visionary social culture;
Growing in the ceramic land of modern duty,
Well suited to the philosophy of necessity,
Similar to workaholic ants, bound to work,
Within a high spirit, like speedily shuttling cork, 
When the focus reaches on the another glimpse;
Radiating energy in lives shells of modern dreams,
Of different reasoning and passionate tirades,
Residing in large flora over its vast lands,
In beautiful roving rainbows of life's legacy,
When the lights intensed on a rational ecstasy;
A land of quick morning in the burst light,
Like an ancient sparrow of rusted wing, 
Trying to sport its color of spiritual swing,
Stretching the wings for its flight on autumn eve,
In the diverse land like vivid sunflowers, instinctive,
Calculated in aroma of universal cultural flood,
From infinite inverse time, lingered thoughts world,
Performing spirituality of light from eternity,
Of soul, pulsating and eccentrically encored,
Few eccentric ray particulate to beauteous apart-
To the separate content land in its bound,
Beseech and appraised by ocean around,
Where blue sky bends in joy crest,
Mighty fleshy one in mid and dim forest, 
Were fair and bright in vision sweet,
As the lights get intenser with rotating planet;
The chored and intensed fleshy one established,
In ionic lands of dashed and dotted soils,
And azzureous world of their keen kind,
Materialistic spirituality to crusty bind,
When stupendous light of source at the mast
In the progressing planet of heat heaved in cast,
Effected from the radiant radical soil,
Yet their tumultuous triumph to toil,
For change of cultural disbelief in olden strife's,
With total abandonment and passionate kites,
In the edging corners of its vertical world,
To fly passionately in the stumbled studs,
And absorbed in the operatic augmented rock,
When the bright lights pulsated to poke;
The euphoric realization of logical world,
Where practice and practical of fleshy one,
Triumphed and stretched in fullest fun,
Imbibing differences of opinion invasion,
In the modern advancement and its realization,
Fascinated the green living culture in the planet,
In the broad spectrum and shrinked scarlet,
Fleshy one flourishes in deep conviction,
To earnestness of the reality and fiction,
In the indefinite flow of the rays horizon;
An eternal dark land of nature's horn,
Where indigo lights of the mortal moon,
Follow darkness to affirm tides as soon,
As the sober rays ventilated in eyes,
Over the dark corona, supporting lights, 
Murmuring in the nature's lap and rivers,
Caressing misty rains over the green grime, 
Truest and fathoming from ageless time,
Possessing the eternity of heaven; of joy,
Of dreamer and wanderer; not to destroy,
A lovelier and happier kind of color bound,
And tribal tags with their identity around,
When the stirred lights arrived swiftly;
On astonishing aimed land of typical monotony:
In unified and colorful glory, on the planets wall,
To bind in one glowing bosom hall,
Beetling in the wondrous shiny ray,
On the chaos iron world of red time array,
A bright impression falling from Solemn sky,
Encumbered in dew of chilling chronicle eve-
And the moonly beam adored them to give:
Some were silken damsel bright,
Some were shadowy moonlight kite,
Glittered and entangled in the rich land,
One after one, seen all kinds of fleshy one,
All in untied gratitude, vision amain!
In  great unity, and relaxed in countenance,
With all dreadful and murderous weapons,
Established in the constraint of lights cranes-
Among the dreaded, wilderness of peace! 
And the differentiated power-pron planet,
Interns as the strife-torn planet, non-offended-
Ah! with sorrow and grace, defined and blended,
Trapped me to hear, the shadow of lonesome melody,
Bad! lowly tone in the vacuum dream's custody;
All in contempt of disgrace!
And my swelled thoughts found nothing to praise,
Decided: that was the hidden hope, pale and mild,
Abrupt tones of nature; fleshy one, the source's child,
Also with some intoxication, and few joy and pride,
Glittering and twinkling on the planet's ride,
Standing alone at the bay of light's source,
of different sights; its vision force,
Flying in the masquerade life of dream-
Travelling tirelessly in the temporariness of temporary world,
In colorlessness of dreams,
Authenticated and agitated me to asleep, 
And then I relised this is the crude color of life which creeps, 
And scroll in the surface of sometimes upwards of the planet,
And sometimes triggers the slope deep, 
Singing a song of 'band of Toads'
Rinsing, Roaming of the riddle rain,
Run from the cool clouds den,
To hit the earth in dragging trend,
Drumming of sticky rain,
Again and again,
One stares to chill,
Cooling the nerves with rainy cane,
One coagulate to peel the trouble,
Believing in the ban of rain to finally gain,
One vigor lividly for Love's sakes,
To heartily rhythm all songs of sane,
One triggered of the emotional brink,
Waiting for rain to quietly sooth pain,
Rain, come and go in a mystic way,
To let us know its mask of fashion remain!=

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