Sitting back in ma castle of dreams,
when silent night, gave severe screams
went back apart, from worldly thoughts,
the pleothra of haziness, in bits and lots.
The tinkering of soul, reaching salvation,
the hubs of vigilliance, murmuring passion,
thrown apart alone, detached and devastated
the disconnections of life, so ambiguously related
in comes the glorious torch of light,
tugging all my miscocepions and herculean plight,
mingling the sadness, with hopes of sight,
plucking lavishly, the opulence of right.
The plus and minus, went on together,
the tinge of glory,the halcyon weather
reincarnation of uphill reality was rather
blossoming gaiety of nightingale feathers.
The thought provoked in fraction of line
"Umbrage of wisdom, better than Wine
is this what they call "divine"
gloomy thunders of hallucination signs,
what next for this world will be fine?
Altering Vicious circle of worldly cream,
the rise of nobelty,the morons on brim,
the blowing wind, scavenging ill surface
the humanity of mind, glittering with grace...
Diggging back came the life of gleam,
& vanished away ma castle of dreams.............
11 years ago
2 comments:
nice 1 mate...... i guess we know who can be the vocab king nxt...
gud usage of vocab.... at times eluding my understanding.. but you conveyed introspection really well....keep writing mate.....
nice one anuj...!!
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