Last Phase Of My Life Comments

the world is our floor and the forest is our garden, We are flowers of the same garden of the One, Almighty the Great.

My tired eyelids are falling to shut the door of pain and passion ever pure and unfulfilled through ever passing hope and aspiration...! ! !

The dream of ecstatic life are gone, New world is brimming from deep abysmal zone of creation...! !

New day will be rolling with new Joy, New moon will come with new kind, New bloom will sway with new wind, The sun of my life is about to set...! ! !

The cacophony and flowing water, Hot sun with sensual murmur...''''

New world is brimming from deep abysmal zone of creation...'''

New day will be rolling with new Joy, New moon will come with new kind, New bloom will sway with new wind, The sun of my life is about to set...:

However be the basic fault, The true reason of my sheer fall, The clouds that become a rainfall can never be made floating again, Once life is lost, it is lost forever, Now only hope is left in front of me

Darkness nurtures The Silence, In deep, solidified silence life is embedded, The warm field with young birds, The cacophony and flowing water, Hot sun with sensual murmur.." "

The world from deep slumber resurrects, New day with new Joy of life dawns.''

New day will be rolling with new Joy, New moon will come with new kind, New bloom will sway with new wind, The sun of my life is about to set.;

Deep darkness of the world is becoming fade and clear, The Moon always mystic recedes, becoming dark to refresh light, The world from deep slumber resurrects, New day with new Joy of life dawns.;

New day will be rolling with new Joy, New moon will come with new kind, New bloom will sway with new wind, The sun of my life is about to set.

All the songs of Life; Hope and aspiration, desire and willingness, Heart's rapturous proliferation, Mind's enormous potential, The dream of ecstatic life are gone, New world is brimming from deep abysmal zone of creation

Deep darkness of the world is becoming fade and clear, The Moon always mystic recedes, becoming dark to refresh light, The world from deep slumber resurrects, New day with new Joy of life dawns.+

The day is rolling with the slow pace of the rolling fire, The dark night is in inviting temper, My tired eyelids are falling to shut the door of pain and passion ever pure and unfulfilled through ever passing hope and aspiration.

The murmur of the leaves and the susurration of bygone waves of dreamful Joy and enormous surge of energy are giving the pain of the waste of a life so carefully dreamed and cherished.

flowed into the unknown chasm, dark and the deepest cave of mindless Mind, The flower that was to bloom died a sudden death of unnatural kind.

Under the heaven we all are one and the same, The citizen of universal consciousness, The sky is our roof, the world is our floor and the forest is our garden, We are flowers of the same garden of the One, Almighty the Great.

In the wordless wall of the night, In the clear face of the sky, In the worn-out troops of the Time, In the prayerful pain of the stars, In the shooting stars too, The idyll of childhood and boyhood days are scribbled without careful compassion