Bewildered at peahen dancing in rain,
And while it’s mate lay barren on the land,
Topsy turvy world we made,
And the earth smiling ajar.
You see tsunami of words,
Drowning sane-soothed minds,
Words and metaphors twisted,
With plasticity and cellophane.
With fictious fallony,
Garbing seen realities,
And those of the unseen
Interring in sassy cloth.
We wear the earth to it shall we decay,
What feeds shall not return to the Creator.
Save only the feeds of soul,
Hearken to shard reality.
Where the copious treason lie?
In the wild temp’st of thoughts,
Or infused in hues of blues
Or in the shining dark realm
Or in the horizons of wests.
Or in the pseudo dimensions.
Or in the voids of vacuum.
Or lie in th blackn’ss of heart.
It’s the lie of the eye enamouring impiety
we create and dwell in spectre spectrum.
We see and not see lies,
And lay basking the beds.
Lost my MOJO lately facing “black out” these days. Wish you all the best.
Do not allow the EYE to fool the mind.
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