Your tears, your fears, and the face smiling with smears.
Craving for delighting gears?
Different degrees of layers.
And the inner. Blares.
Longing to keep everything nears.
Claiming, declaring jeers.
To show Whom it calls peers,
Gulping and tasting beers.
For both its musty, tasty spheres.
Without any inquiry, clear.
Avoiding any steer.
Not seeing one’s own deeds soaked in sneer.
Having blemishes severe,
Exploiting all sincere.
Distorting all revere,
Full of inside Outside veneer,
Cleverly picking the souvenir.
At the top of ****** Cavalier.
Smiling compulsively hiding guilts rear.
Considering itself a volunteer.
Overlooking its own enslaved gears.
Just interfere doesn’t hear its own inner Moaning Blare,
As in damp, muddy layer.
Some random movements with no care.
All nature painting it’s snare,
Stinking wholly with bubbly glare.
Like numerous shapes having stare.
Carving hollow appear.
Same as clouds, smoke sands, and sprayers,
Making a world of fancy seer.
Seeing them staring making pairs,
Giving meanings and imposing dreams like a Strayer.
Remai ignorant in mental volunteer.
Flowing, blowing, soaking their
In and through near everywhere.
Unless until he gets clear.
Conscious thought has form in smear
Are one pair and Just same payer,
Which may dismay its own Blare.
Even conscious or super sayer,
Has the same. Abode here.
Mighty thinking, conscious mere.
Can reside in around,
Relative everywhere.
Like grey background,As greyer,
Is impossible ,Not even rare.
Is capable of,
Inhere Only in monistic Shunya stare.
If you cry means inside you do not decry
