Inner Realm
- -Life - tantalising light- -
Fifteen years have gone into nothingness,
Fifteen years of dream and overmuch dream.
Life was then a fairy tale having no sham.
The purity of childhood and the hell- fire.
The pain of complex mind was not known to me,
Nor the thought of life and intricate math,
Life was a simple song of complex dream.
No message was there in the song of birds,
No hope to sleek the uneven ground of gloom.
The wild life with wild strife to fight appetite.
The Sun rose with new light and the Moon smiled,
The day dissolved into night's sleepy rejoicing.
Fifteen years of bootless living, futile.
Yet the night was glorious and sunshine mystic.
Without hope and dream hope was the core rail,
Everything was living with fresh pleasantry.
The vibrant Nature with vibrant people,
Fifteen years from then on the spirit evolved,
The rustic song rings, without lapse, time lag.
With equal intensity and intimacy.
The wind blow with same paroxysmal mind.
Only the harmony is lost inside my being,
The light within my soul became old, aged.
Radiance that fed the mind, over-the-hill.
The towering bliss of life to embrace,
The cloud that lives above the clouds of dream,
On the ground to kiss the taste of Quietus.
Within my mind and beyond my body,
A tomb, a silent sepulchre is formed.
The song that nurture pain poignant signals,
The inaudible voice of far, other shore.
Life is a light subtle to tantalise.
Life was then a fairy tale having no sham. The purity of childhood and the - fire.
The pain of complex mind was not known to me, Nor the thought of life and intricate math, Life was a simple song of complex dream.
The song that nurture pain poignant signals, The inaudible voice of far, other shore. Life is a light subtle to tantalise.
Without hope and dream hope was the core rail, Everything was living with fresh pleasantry.
The day dissolved into night's sleepy rejoicing. Fifteen years of bootless living, futile. Yet the night was glorious and sunshine mystic.
No message was there in the song of birds, No hope to sleek the uneven ground of gloom. The wild life with wild strife to fight appetite. The Sun rose with new light and the Moon smiled,
The pain of complex mind was not known to me, Nor the thought of life and intricate math, Life was a simple song of complex dream. No message was there in the song of birds, No hope to sleek the uneven ground of gloom.
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Fifteen years have gone into nothingness, Fifteen years of dream and overmuch dream.