You're the heady perfume of a bunch of tuberoses
I'm intensely fond of you
You murmur into the silky breeze
I hear your name in the sweet note of a cuckoo


The symbol of immorality-
the polar star is devoted to you
My life without you
is meaningless
through and through.

Depression has eternally descended in the ether
Dust,dusk,dullness and darkness are trying to gather
The ghosts are setting out for the adventure
Oh dear!


Dunes are dancing
Snails are smirking


The oysters are hiding their pearls
Evening primroses are starting their prayers


The whisper and the whistle of the mauve twilight are being felt
Emptiness and silence are being smelt

Sometimes
I find
Myself
In the
Middle of
Nowhere...

I experienced the vicissitudes of Asia
Blue blood of Europe
The aboriginality of Africa
And the mysteries of America


I soaked my feet in the water of  the nameless rivers
I moistened by the waves of bays, the seas and the oceans
The sapphire of the blue Nile won my heart
I splashed the cold waters of the Mare Darling on my face
I was astounded to see the orange river,the lake Titicaca, Victoria and Niagara falls


I saw the radiance of the icy Himalaya in the bright sunlight
I was completely spellbound by the splendour of the Olympus and the Kilimanjaro


During the day in a desert my feet got burnt by the heat of the sand
I stared at a handsome horseman
dressed in black in a wonderful starry night


I glanced at the seven wonders and the world heritage
I was hypnotized by the skyscrapers in the mega city
The tidy countrysides which were green with crops and vegetation brought peace to my mind


I enjoyed the companionship of Eskimos,penguins ,seals and polar bears in the polar region


Aurora borealis and aurora australis fascinated me


In orbit the annual motion
around the sun
and the diurnal rotation of the earth on its axis
I'm travelling around the world


I do not have my own home
The whole globe is my motherland

My Adonis,
If you were the morning
I'd be the morning star

If you were the evening
I'd be the evening star
I'd stay above the horizon
Where
the shy sky and the lovelorn land surprisingly snog
The surroundings without fog
I'd become vesper
like a silver
sequin

If you were the scorching sun
I,
Venus would go around you
I'd melt
Or rather
I'd be a stunning sunflower
I'd gaze at you
Yours
Forever
Venus

I find the gratification of Count Dracula inside a glass of whiskey
When I see a boy wearing blue jeans and a T-shirt
Instead of that I discover him dressed in bark of the Paleolithic period
The green top of a damsel looks like a cinder which is burnt by a severe conflagration
I feel global warming into an avalanche
I explore the revenge of Satan in the vision of a young man who has come to Massachusetts for higher studies
I experience a pit of black hole in conspicuous stars


Inter alia,
The variegated notions of metaphysics come to the deep observations.

The chirp of a sparrow
The sibilant sound of a magpie robin
Cooing of the dove
A swish of light wind
The sound of the flow of a river
The harmonious buzz of bees
The rustling of flowers
An echo spreading over all quarters
The music of a cascade
The roaring of clouds
The calling of the seas
The sound of daybreak
The mysterious mutter in the dead of night!
The classic hum of my mum