The nature has left me speechless

I have nothing to say more,

You have left me speechless.

Fascinating answers are full in my mind,

That keep wondering about this world.

The god had made the nature,

Which is the biggest gift human kind has got,

The birds chirping and the sun rising,

In the adorable sky.

The fire blazing,

The river rising,

This is what nature is,

For the quest to cheerfulness.

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Walking forth thru valleys

With the rising sun,

My blurred vision from a cold side,

Coned green cherished tree,

The gracious chilly ice slipping from them,

The rocky stone shaped as a man in solitude,

Rubies and diamonds embedded in the sky,

The haziest of the cloud makes the way to the heaven,

Like those valleys make the way,

I wish I had an angel to stand by my side,

For the valleys say it all,

Like divine complexion, with those golden dreams,

Situated beneath the golden sky,

And the tears of joy packed inside,

Between the morning sun and the starry night,

For the valleys say it all.

Mind without a fear to take a step,

When you don’t have anything to lose,

So why worry for a trifle thing,

And the birds, chirping,

The only reason nobody knows why,

When life is not living worth,

Cause they are not a part of the human kind,

For the valleys say it all. 

Singing a song of absurdity,

Time passed by,

So does the nature of the valley,

Birds weren’t chirping,

Sun wasn’t shining,

Stars weren’t sparkling, 

My ocean of mind,

Stuck between this dilemma,

The godly powers raised from the sea,

The world perishing into nothingness,

Here it was,

To give the punishments for our sins,

And the mankind deserved what it did,

But the valley came back into it’s beauty,

For the valleys say it all.

Prayers that we say before we go to sleep

Night-time shades burn my eyes. The light goes on and off like a vintage electronic. I look up, then look down, then look left and right and under at the silent sky and the walls which are a rather dirty shade of blue.

My thoughts are killing me, and my dreams are hurting my eyes; I am lost in the sidewalks of an earthy world that is floating high and looming low. Spirits, catastrophes….. Eat me like I’m the softest rock in your lovely grip.

Merging colours of life

My mind took a curve which was first following a straight path. Like orange blue and cherry red. Two ways to follow on the road of this milestone for the shadiest of the thoughts bring something new, something obscure. I open my eyes every morning to see the morning sun never expecting to meet the starry night but lay mine had it all. Opening my thoughts and dreams brining in this colourful life which was first a colour later became a shade for the electric eyes. Black rubies Red Diamonds all embedded in my mind but to choose over one made my eyes look beyond. My ocean of mind raging through the inferno beneath it which lied in the darkest side of my mind.

Apocalypse fallen on the earth

The world was cracking apart, and breaking into two. It felt as if lighting came dashing over this world, and a shining light filled our eye site. The human kind were born to make this world better not to cause destruction. Ashes all round the place, the fire blazing and the screams of the people echoing back every time i take a step forward. The people deeply buried under the buildings and the fire is taking over us to handle this Earth better. But nobody knows what may happen to this world. What will happen after the humans are wiped out from this earth. What? Something humongous just raised out from the land like it is the divine power and has always been there for us. The flowers blossomed again, the trees cherished. Beauty was rising from the ashes.

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A street walk ( 1st part )

The hot tea kettle, placed beside the table and two cups at their places to be filled with them. With a swift move, my hands were with contact with the cups. As I took a slurp of the tea, I got a glimpse of my garden in which the flowers were budding. After a warm bath which refreshed my mood, I took on my shoes slightly adjusting the grip with my hands and went to the streets. A comforting day, with a fresh start to the world. An African lady walking past by me, an infant crying and some children enjoying their auspicious childhood days. The cold breeze whipping through my face, and sending a shiver upon my spine. The artistic street wall painting, crafted in different melodic colours. I entered McDonald’s, ate one hamburger and walked out. I simply detest eating apple pie, so one hamburger is enough to last me till the afternoon. The hustling bustling of the city, with my sunglasses on as the sun slowly and steadily shining more brighter. Some teens staring at the old Ford Mustang version of 1967. Billboards soaring high up in the limitless sky. It was a perfect start to such a comforting day until the presence of somebody was perceptible. I felt as if somebody was following me…



Time ceased to have stir in the air, and waited for a long time. They both glared at each other, and the silence is reborn. It looks like I am lost in a sea of clone troopers, waiting for the Emperor to give his orders. An inferno was smothered into nothingness, and I was reborn like a golden Phoenix. The bees started sucking nectar from the honeycomb, life came back. Within, my forces lied an octopus of lies and truth. It had 8 legs, and each of them had different shades. Every song sung seemed like a lullaby levitating towards eternal peace. No one spoke a word, and the silence was gloomy.

The snowy cold evening.

The cold air whipping through my face caught my breath and sent a shiver upon my spine. The winter was already here, and the lights has gone off soon. I went across the road and looked down at the spherical and colourful world that I see. The flickering lights, the snowy evening and between all of this a person which is just gawking around all of this without getting any clue what is happening. He stood there long, till the plant and the creeper grew enough to eat himself by his side. He rested on the footpath of the old road that made it’s way to the black and old mountains. An eerie feeling of the dark angel gripping his hands and flying away and raised at an astonishing height which none of us could ever imagine. The angel of darkness has swiped out another piece of shining light. It had eaten the person like it is the softest rock in it’s lovely grip.

Oh, Angels sing

The seasons changed,

The angels sings,

Time varies so does change,

You sing beautifully,

You sing in melody,

Love your all perfect imperfections,

Shower us with your blessings,

That make the dead alive,

Or make the person wise and bright,

Bring a new colour,

Mix the two crossroads,

Blessed us with this tree of life,

I wish I can continue this fight for life,

You wrap me around your cosy arms,

I feel the warm inside,

Eat me like I am the softest rock in your lovely grip.

Thanksgiving day

Happy Thanksgiving day to all. We should thank for the harvest we got this year and will get in the next years. Also I have a couple of things to tell you all. You all have supported me colossally and it really touched my heart. We have reached more than 500 people following us. It is great but this is not we are here for. I am having fun with you guys. Love you all. Once again wishing you.

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