secluded,
without vision,
quiet,
no wonders 'here',
formulates itself,
cropping spectacle,
drumming its heart until it prevails.'

'exhibited its delivering,
upon heart's collection of crickets,
lifeless,
yet shivering.'

'tremendous cruising,
through gate's vertical lines,
unbothered,
Nature eternally snoozing,
as I 'am' sleepwalking awake.'

we all adored the fireplace built-in our beloved library,
its greatest mission of keeping us glowing while browsing,
and oh dear, we browsed, halfway through which,
knowledge was left barefoot in front of its speech,
inhumane master of effort,
exercising pack of matches for its very reach,
it took only One spark of blasted spiritual paper,
as I recollect, Joy titled it...
'' appropriate negligence ''
a pleasing story, 'I' thought,
yet wrangles with Joy as agreed,
for nothing indeed.

'extraordinary tiny boxes!
wrapping caution of belief,  
within a gift of comprehending motion,
jumping higher undercliff.'

'the  absolute privilege of heartfelt ecstasy,
I ~
Truth,
twisted inside 'million' perceptions,
within reality won't budge.'

'in the root of its heart,
laid buried in sleep,
dreaming of light,
it rose and crawled to the Sun,
only to see,
light shone bright,
in the heart of its seed.'