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?

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.

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.