'Final' slumber, all too human!
Maladies gazing the shape of its breath,
hushes all summons of mind's twisted rope,
quivering within a bold attempt in shaving its 'thought'. '
~

'the greatest 'surgeries' require sharp cuts,
within its natural invasion needn't anaesthesia,
nor 'patients'...
as a tool to operate.'
~

'The affairs of singular tales are living within its absence.
Once 'adopted', its alchemy evaporates.
Shiny tools for thee,
unbothered what it can not flee.
Through bland swells,
has aroused within a bubble it seems,
drooling out the flavours of its being.'
~

'in the hospitality of its quiet ballad,
deaf's ears are resting.'
~

'behind dawn's eyelashes,
eternal light,
celebrates its decay.'
~

'Truth has no means,
Its reflections of Being Is an empty infinite screen.''
~

''An award in 'sheep's shaving' comes with a shepherd craving, As within each 'seeker' breathes an animal of final offering to run its primal!''
~

'In surreal playgrounds 'bunch of monkey's hanging from a Tree,
with handy biomorphic implements
carved Its social crown for 'free'!'
~

'It gushes death into life and life into death without a drop been spilt.
Gracefully served!'
~

'in pangs of hunger lost its cravings,
the truth alone is enough!  
within contentment,
all of its selves died,
for It to survive.'  
~

'In reality,
A world languished in its lunacy,
'returns' to the natural state of healthy amnesia
within One's purgatory.'
~

'A search for having its quest.
'I' observe!
'You' endeavour!
'They' explore!
For whom is yet hunting?
Does One 'hole' swallow millions of rabbits...and Alice?
Who the __ is Alice!
Amidst snared gods,
conscious within a feeling of being empty
is already full...off it.'
~

'Under roof's cracks,
reptile's guard's sleeping,
with exquisite earplugs.'
~

'infinite shelters...
where 'I’ am not,
neither in the city of god
nor in mine,
love, I am home,
living
within my absence.'
~

'illusion's transparency in reality overlapping condition,
'how' Blessed is the one who finds 'himself' in vain.'
~

'communion,
is it intimate dear?

time's sacrament realises its abbess,
under the tongue, it moves 'near',
with no.frame to unfold.'
~

'bright and boundless,
with~out It
moons floating.'
~

'in-between breaths,
it dances its story!
within heart bathed in an everlasting union,
'I' needn't justify this joy,
nor its precious glory.'
~

'in its zest,
creator's jokes,
sleeping under moon tree!'
~

'...round the clock!
inside ignorance's painting
'fishes' are dying,
dashing its blueprint on a rock.'
~

'playing themes,
grinning oblivious data of needn't grasping what it knew,
One author ~
buried alive within a few!'

'Within the stranger's insults,
It glows!
Within the ignorance of a loved one,
It glows!
Within the arrogant human nature,
It glows!
It glows within the darkest most peculiar places of friction
where minds have proclaimed its employment!
It glows within its nOne of a kind!
O, Love!
Only you can leave the spiders free to run off...alive.'
~