Yes Gabriel,
I heard the songs and dialogues of genies  whispering,
Madeline murmurs with her choral voice,
And she asks with a mysterious smile,
‘Any prize and pleasure could you award me?
Only if there is a hint of faith —
Where do we entry to our happy destiny?
Gabriel replies in a rush but with determined tones,
‘what if I can’t swim,
And I know you are not able to fly neither’,
Madeline talks to her uncertain mind,
‘What if you would like to hide in my pair of wings
They may not look fancy,
‘At least, I will keep the drama of storms away’
Proudly he spoke
to Madeline.

Switch off the hall of candle light,
Have you seen those whispering genies?
Gabriel asks to Madeline,
‘In fact, I could understand their coded dialogues’
Madeline replies with pinky red face
‘Can you tell me what you hear?’
Gabriel blinked his eyes with curious wonders.
Which Clarinet concerto is your favourite pieces?

Years after years,
Once again into the Italian zone.
Always lips up with naive smiles .
Prior to tick another mission possible in next day,
Any fun idea of physical exercise?
Would a challenge climb at
Epics of Duomo,
A substitute for a private trainer?

When summer goes to depth,
Who will be there to harvest flowers and fruits?
With a senses of emotion,
Can you manage the cycle  of complexities?
Is she ready?
Wings up to the next early morning,
How could we predict
A set of co-movement with determined missions?
Lift up from one cloud to another
Which journey episode would you merge with her?  
Where the sunlight clasps the earth
When the moonbeams kiss the sea:
What is all this sweet and sour life work worth
Already missing a path to rear garden secrecy
And more home private cooking?

Burning yellow courgettes,
wave and greet each other
with the wild green spinach.
Accompanied by light purple artichokes,
ruby red rhododendrons.
A gentle breeze embraces her naughty but proud smiles,
Will fragrant lavender keep their long lasting seduction to a dancing butterfly?
Sun and moon shining in our high heaven
Graceful thanks rising,
We thank you,
nature preciously given

Will all the world and love were young,
And truth in every Shakespearean’s tongue,
Are pretty pleasures might me transit
To live with thee and be thy fantasy dance,

When flowers fade, and wanton fields
To wayward winter reckoning yields;
Would honey tongue, melting a heart of gall?

Is fancy’s spring, but sorrow’s fall.
Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten
In folly ripe, in season rotten.

Were you reminding me?
the famous equation E=mc^2,
investigates c­orrelation between
Mass and Energy?
Although,Hawking argues 
it b­egins this way—
a thought expressing itself in the
darkness of no­thing: 'no thing'
and then exploding itself across thevast expans­e of time,
we are composites of these deposits - 
particles shoot­ing
I saw a pair of shooting stars,
arc its way across the 
sable­ tapestry,
from the Big Bang of the universe
spewing its essence ­across the
facade of time.
I see a pair of shooting stars
Duane's­ cleft moon in concert
with the universe's Big Bang
both expendin­g themselves in the darkness