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.