Perhaps, it is the reflection
of a soundless dream,
or, may be the perception
of a reality
or, could be the deception
of a dementia.

Sometimes, it is the perfection
of an ignorance,
or, would be the illusion
of an inertia
or, might be the delusion
of an eroded idea.

By far
thoughts are sometime hollow,
perhaps,
they are not that easy
to swallow.

May be they could be
in the realm of extreme,
or, could they be
part of an unusual dream.

In this hazy world
nothing seems to be perfect,
or, could be real true-
Even though people
more or less
rely on their thoughts,
due, or undue.

People say,
Seeing is believing.

But,
if you open your insight
and think really right,
you will find out
that,
your eyes have deceived you.

What you saw and believe
could be quite wrong.

Human perception
is an extremely difficult observation.

Like it or not,
You have to tell the truth
because, believe it or not
truth, always prevails.

Lies, on the contrary
whatever one tries to make it strong-
it, certainly will fade away
along the way.

A truth never dies-
While, a lie will bring
thousands of more lies.

Life is a boiled egg
does not have any leg,
If you keep it to rest
it cannot do at its best.

If it is kept out of the thought
certainly, soon enough
it will rot.

Life is a smuggled ship
sooner, or later
it will drawn into deep.

Hence, it is better
to keep it untouched,
And, think about the rest of the world
though bitterly scratched.

One day, a loving father
bought a peculiar machine
for his loving daughter
so that she could produce good dreams,

The other day, the tender father
Bought an invisible brush
For his adoring daughter
So that she could paint her thoughts,

In another day, the caring father
Bought a tiny silver coin
So that she can pour it into the piggy bank
And becomes prosperous in her life,

A day unknown, the devoted father
Bought his own heart
For the fond daughter
but she refused to admit his sacrifices.

Remain awaken, remain awaken-
When the evening stars wear down and set to the western sky,
And burns by glittering,
Talk to them in a whispered voice-
Remain awaken, remain awaken.

Alas destiny!
Why do you plant poisonous trees with utmost care?
And that is why it has been hanging in my shoulder since time immemorial.
Although a truncated demon has swallowed everything,
But I'm not the only one to lose.
Remain awaken, remain awaken.

Alas, stupid destiny !!
I have fallen into the trap of temptation for a moment-
So Saturn appeared, and was filled with immense depression.
However, still walking in excitement,
Holding the Book of Thoughts in a firm grip
Remain awaken, remain awaken.