In the darkest night
Where the moon is hiding
And wind is grizzling against the willow trees
Dead in the night I was thinking hard
What’s the matter with my deadly past
Which haunts me in the midnight
And makes me shiver in fright
Walking through the divergent roads
Exploring the musical cords
I realise , I wasn’t dying
But ruining myself for mere delusion
It was the illusion which makes me cry
Life is beautiful beyond the dead night
Where the sun shines and birds chirps
The blissful scenario of canopy is what
Makes me alive
Gone is the darkest night
And the illusion which thrives
Which hides me from the alluring mosaic
It wasn’t the big picture I was hunting
It was the small lumps of brilliant sphere
Which I have to assemble
It’s all in the mind
Which makes us slaves of demon
Which shades us from the morning belle
It’s all in the head which we had to clear
To stand straight and to fight
To clear the clouds of fright
To see the world of paradise
Flowers need much rain,
their petals are very dry,
their stems are too weak;
Nature's future is bleak,
draught is a terrible bane,
not a boon for a butterfly!
Clouds are thin, transparent, and frail,
and soon will lament and scorch...
meeting the flaming hot torch;
silent ravens hide in the branches
of the spruces where they sadly chill!
Glaciers melt and grizzling bears wander,
whales migrate from the Western Hemisphere
to the farthest ends of the North Hemisphere;
floods increase and cities are drowning in water.
Most emotions are stirred by true feelings,
and not having these is expressing sadness;
is the above sun a life-giver or a destroyer,
can it burn all the grass with its scorching heat,
not leave a trace of it and induce a bitter bleat?
When plains become deserts life dies forever!
It's dark night ;
its featured when she smiles
Walking alone in the covered green forest
She shines
she shines with sky - certain blue sky
traveling; over all the places broken stars are
drizzling all around - drizzling and grizzling
Silent comes thorough smiles and
I asked moon,
"When you are leaving our yard, when you are ?"
Love it is
Love it will be
Love is what i feel
This is love and
Happiness
I know this isn't love
Love is what i need it to be
Love is what i want this to be
But my heart is like a little child
praying and wishing for it to be...
Love
I'm living a delusion
It's filled with clear skies and beautiful white flowers
It makes me feel invincible
It makes me feel whole
It makes me feel...
Loved
Is it that difficult for me to face the storm?
Is it that difficult for me to face the music?
Or am i just in deep need of feeling love
Maybe I'm just afraid to be alone
To be...
Loveless
I cling onto anything that shows me affection
Creating a pretence for love
My eyes are blinded to the world. No!
I chose to blind myself to...
Reality
It is what it is
Clear skies before the storm
And the storm is here
The grizzling thunder roars that it awakens me from my
delusion
Lightening bolts running through my heart
It falls it into...
Million pieces
And all that i am left with is...
Brokeness...
grizzling rough thunder's
voice of agony pierces
through hanging abyss
azure becomes fade
passionate diamante
touches climate
the nature aura's
cool agoraphobia's
unseen abrasion
now anger's gone out
nature glistening with tears
the sun peeps with smile
Sizzling and Grizzling
Frying and Boiling
Crispy and crunchy
Gooey and chewy.
Cooked to perfection
Golden brown on each side,
Little pockets of goodness
Placed delicately on a china plate.
Scent so mouth-watering,
Taste that's quite exotic
Texture that is crunchy
Tastes heavenly in my mouth.
Dunked in rich sauce
That is darker than ink
The taste buds dance
As the divine flavor takes over.
Sweet and savory
Bitter and better
Crunchy and soft
Exotic and exquisite.
Sweet potstickers
You are quite a treat
I can't get enough
Of your exotic taste.
The American eagles left their warm nests
before snow fell on the evergreen pines and spruces,
so did the ravens, grackles and petrels...
hidden among the white mountains, the river still flows.
So peaceful, so cold is this winter afternoon,
no other sound but the waters babbling on rocks,
flowing into the wide valley below without a tune...
two months ago, the placid lake swarmed with ducks.
Footprints are visible into the frozen snow that no one loves...
who would venture in this life-threatening wilderness?
Could it be a grizzling gone astray, or searching for his cubs?
Leave it to the imagination, or simply take a guess!
So peaceful, so cold is this winter afternoon,
and the more I look, the less I think of danger...
I would love to get out and discover it like the slow-moving raccoon
seeking food until he shivers and decides to turn back with anger.
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