Timeless Traipses

we all are wild children of eternity, evolving with enormous pace, with destruction, man has evolved from caves, has faced the ice, crossed rivers, walked his way through air water and land. Spent ages, ages of exploration, excavation and pain. from the beginning, we have been destroying, everything that comes in our path. And we hide ourselves behind the veils of a necessary compromise. beliefs, rules , perspectives ,philosophies. man has bound himself to his own set of imaginations, we struggle to get our physical selves above other humans, and we forget, our very selves are human beings, we have become savages of nature. we have forgotten that every human being is created, from the same process, we comprise of same set of parts, same metabolism. Just a human, covered in dead cells, and we are in a pursuit of being superior our whole life. may be we are on the wrong path. may be the dimensions we have chosen, or the dimensions that we can walk through is jus...

There are systems of distress and the voices in unrest, There is mighty evil fest, And the darkness at it's best, Amidst the yell, emerging cries, The demons cherish, them interest, Purple feathers so scattered, when angels buried down the crest, Fortified the castle of darkness, Demons pursuits of evil quest, When harmony is distorted , the world dismantled in a dark fest.

A System of Crosses Over and over we watch along, Over the river like musing of a folk song. Higher and higher they take a leap, The more applauding, and more strong. System of crosses distorted to core, a million harmonies echo through the song. Like dispersing colours, they dance, they sing, emerging from nature, and ever oblong. Marching amidst the shadows of destruction, finding the ways in interminable intrusions. waving away from the eyes of truth, As a civilization is emerging among. The verge of fall is intensive, deceptive, a wave of the ocean is where they belong.

A Christmas Eve Christmas calling with lovely winters, streaming, screaming, strumming by. Perpetual shades of twilight watching, Pulsating amongst unreached heights. A river of lights, so symphonic, so twisted, a moment of truth for the thousand lies. It still seems like Christmas is coming, with the cheers, glitters and shining skies. Millions of colours, numerous pictures, Painted along a horizon so wiry. When we watch along the purple moon, stunned, returned from a galactic flight. when the falling snow emancipates, diffuses itself in an assiduous glide. Amazed, appraised, appeased it leaves, wondering are we with shining lights.

Wandering amidst the cosmic pieces, the tiny star moves ahead. shadowing along the nature's quest,   and surpassing nature's tiniest thread.   With the sharpest vibration,   it maneuvers above the galactic abyss.   Entrapped, in the gravity of celestial charade.   Distorting the restrictions,   it pulsates to the gates.   a sound so unknown drives away,   A sonic boom so makes it insurgent.   encompassed in the harmony,   it crafts up the path to end.   surrounded with the galaxies,   dancing in the tune of triad.   Vibrating pulses trill the cosmic bed,   a mystic nature the light creates.   gazing at the end of abyss,   the tiny star starts to emancipate.

  Someday, I 'll forget everything I have ever learned. and then the river will be nature's path to cross over the world. stars will be angels shining and smiling from a far above sky. I will wonder looking at everything and nature will manifest itself within my mind.