In the sky there is a smoke
which having shape and having form
there is an eye beside another
which has a nose beside a mouth
having a face making a smile but changing smile into a guile,,
but making the guile only to smile,,
this smile is fake 'cause having guile,,
it having smiling on the face
to hide the moaning in the face
says-" having smile I own the face
I want to smile hence own the face"

it as long as owning the face,
has to own even menace, even this mess,,,
making a case,,
in the menace, now owns the case,,
making it harder to efface,,
the smoky haze facing the case,
but it's very soothing to embrace
the smoky face,,
for claming smile,it seeks as face ,,
now has the power of its haze,
(to)declare the rest of the haze,,
as not it's face,, not the same face,as something else,,
which shows this mess of its own case,,
confining grace, Lonesome to face ,,
making a border, for only bother,
wider and broader,, clinging on smother,,
Being a vile in the same guile,,
Just for a smile,,
Making itself as something else,,
Having its cause in its own grab,
Making cases uttering blab
Depending on rest,in messy haste,
Taking as true, as if a guest,,
Itself a guest,in hazy haste,
And the rest,as not a chaste,
Now the non-chaste, being taken for a taste,
Why for taste?
For Whose taste?
Isn't still in haste?
Innocent guest,,
To lick and touch,
In its own clutch,
Which says the face,
I'm the owner ,
To efface,the smother in the border in its case,
Now to consume,
Because of Assume,
For just resume, the costume
It has taken and presume,
For the smile of inner guile,
Has become vile,
Making difference
Giving reference
While the guile,
Not for smile
But is craving only its cleanse,
In real sense
Seeking a chance
But the power of haze,
Makes it chase
That real chance
Not in the cleanse
But in a difference
Of giving reference
Of craving face
Says- having smile I own the face,
Want intense
Smile hence
Own the face
Assuming soothing embrace,
To consume rest of the haze
As not its face
But something else
Keeping difference
In hazy gaze
In hastey haze,
That is the mess
Be in a vile within for guile,,
Just for true smile
Which has no owner
Just a play without a player,
'Cause the player never bother
Or lick the play itself as something else,,
Knowing itself of the same clay
As of the play
Even this mess is in the Play,,
Of the same clay
Making the face Just for our play
But the face making grimace
And taking as
As a reference and difference
Making sense something else
Owning and craving to efface,
The difference
Of reference
Choose to consume
In vague chase
In smoky haze,,
Now
Let's go back,, to the haze
Yes yes the face,,
In its own ways,,
It's the same SPACE,,
Just the play itself,
It is given more, to those who have,
While who lacks,
It to have,
Is deprived even what it has,,
Because they do math
That's how the Maya,
Comes in monistic space