Timeless Traipses

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.

The song of love, is a sweet syndrome. The song of love is a way back home. A music obscured, Is the colour red. Or is it dark? As sweet as choclate. So we wander, Along the Riverside. Or creating symphony, As we glide. A million harmonies, The life creates. As we walk through, We start to renunciate.

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.