Then I wake up.after A torturing Dream,back to you:

One beat to the favor of truth that I need forever. There are queries that a few human mind dare shall search. I was religious and still, I must to be with a hidden face who seeks the reality of what I see and what I have seen. I met an atheist when my brain partially developed; He was curious and aggressive in all kind that he was in his thirties and never seen obeyed to a person who said ‘God’ —the more rebellious and furious matter that I ever had discussed, was his, the man’s perspective approach to Science and Metaphysics —that made him unveil the result ‘there is no GOD’

What…? I had to collide with my thoughts one other and it was difficult to blind myself or rather I want difficulty. If the soul self the domain of a human being, tell me what is it? Is there a soul that was created by a God or it is just a poetic concept that antique poets and saints used in describing contents to support a Myth. A God, who was said to be the creator and all the Lords belong to him.

I had to go and look for him with an emergent explosion of mind, was it happened as I need the facts to be unveiled. When I was doing my first research to life and its origin and never knew that he was a typical person who has Ideas that can penetrate the past and present. He does! Many of him is truth, often controversial —which have the effect of questioning the ‘Dummy God’ and its existence. I was burning my head all the nights after happen to pass through his volatile approach to Particle physics and the awareness that he tried to impart to us with a natural quest and Originality that a few men envy of. Ofttimes it batter to my ears as his words —entering to the World to show us the answers of this infinity,so called the vastness or a phenomenon. How I do, to out pass his knowledge, he talks physically and it is what happening here, there and everywhere. Was he a Darwinian? Or he talks there is no Spirit which was built by an Out-lander, who promotes power to the entire being, who surviving and yet survived . But he answered again ‘There is No God’ but a Satan lives in each and every malicious-mind.

When the Wind Was Back

Then was my second lyrics occured.It was all about the same dreamer,which I have with
It was MARIE, sweet marie in my concept is a dreamer with a halo face,who often applied
Kohl in her eyes.For her the song is dedicated.

Sweet Marie stands in her dreams,
O' Life stands in her dreams
And hers a longing heart,
A longing star

Sweet Marie had a dreamers face
A halo face,sweet,sweet,sweet,sweet,sweet.
When all the dark was light
She smiles in her light
When the wind was back
And made a tune for her Love

On An Insight On Grecian Spring

Blossomed Spring from enchanted year,
Now may long lipped magic weave,
when Fair Persephone's love, unwrap
As thus azur'd flowers's wide appear.

O' wake with the darling season!
where green bosomed earth will pine,
For butterfly wings and cuckoo's flap,
And tame their consort's to the boon.

West wind adrift from Dorian dells,
And bliss as whose ascended harmony,
Beguiled scent's among posy bands;
With murm'ring delight as they lolls.

And the blue skyward they did stretch;
Seen a train of Oscine's uprise,
Therein they tweets, and slides afield,
To that moss-bloomed wilder couch.

Lo' golden harvest's round many beech,
With sweet-lushest fruits and overjoy,
From clusters of tiny yellow flowers,
With sassafras trees brighten much.

Panting multitudes; bestir!
The enthusiast obeys this clime!
Yet sun with its moderate glance,
And flow'd a narrow brooklet fair.

Cyclamens in her tints of pink,
Bloom'd on the peaks of Meteora,
And lilies sprung from Olympus,
With yellow starlike daisies blink.

Nature has embellish rare as may
Its dew-gemm'd primroses glitter'd up,
To show pride for each budding weed,
Since from skies nought a ray dismay

'Tis the ancient sculptured high-land,
Of flowers and long- age heritage;
which decorates fields and plateaus;
The steep mountains of peaceful land.

Woodland sedges outgrowing beneath,
Where Grasshopper's find frisky time,
which keen to that syrupy spring,
As Greece bows the grandeur of Earth.

Look yon paradise; glides Athenian aura
Its well seen beauty as from golden car descent,
Whose spells did charm and bliss those outstretched flora-
Are Inspir'd by winds, with pleasures, too pleasant.

Thence Fair Arcadian pines grown,
Being nursed by some glory mists;
of argent fumes, the trees they drown
Are such by year's balmy effects.

Life's renewal came and pacey flown
As spark's that roused eager jets,
Those spirits by clear morning grown;
Encompasses the extend'd spots.

Yet deep beauty, still more to sooth
To mingled earth we humble lay-
Will ward off infectious dearth,
And pensive dirge no more to may

Oft has Peace our soft passion's see,
sensible to every birth, triumph-
And smooth revival on pastures glee;
Is graced this from a fecund nymph?

See golden spring blest in its verdant form
Like robe's the morn an ever greeny patch,
The genii of her deeds which rais'd so charm,
Thus seems the woods gleaming to enrich

Glad brooms and blue-bells are they, these-
Ha! Countless violet-color'd fancy weft
Awhile this queering heart once ease
Him, Whose eyes see happy aloft?

Goddess, let lush, laughter this way-
In me thus soft a concord make
From this world’s yelling sway;
Let bursting buds they wake- awake

If duskiness awhile it fade
Aye, there joyous wings shall mature
In me, Spring if then rosy-clad
Sweet reflects this song from my musing lyre.

Poem Written While stinting in An Imaginary Grecian Garden

Art & Poetry

Upon Nature

Doves In joy,twillight hopes
Sunny scented full moon
Angels of charming eyes,Wide dreams
I seen insane wild horses,happily engaged

O' shall I help the growing cheer
And the world is my companion
A knowledge leaf,with out imagine splits
Laughter! we all are One.

It was a Dreary Night

It was a dreary sleepless night—the night was a burden for me with lost spirits.
I was lonely and isolated in a cavern near a fruitless desert and pain was penetrating in a darkling deed
I thought,had spirit died Or I have been in the bars.Had some one helped me?
Nay,Nay..Iam away from greenery and almost away from my old Lagoon dreams
And inspiring village meadows
I was almost banned in the strange part of the world and shrilled against the dark
 the grim clouds floated in the skies, slowely I whispered with grudge:


Let me free from the shackles,I love to fly,
Fly,fly

Let me free..Let me free from my shackles
I longer fly,fly.

Art poerty and Dreams

Art,
Poetry
And dreams are ingrediants of a gentle youth
It has a flow, like the ebbing ocean weaves
to and fro...

Why Must I never Think Of You

Mind had no fear to grow,
Within me mysteries that glow
One another about the orgin
Made me mad for the man within
Still in the night,I had thoughts near
And far,near and within,far and near
And all godly queries had a reason
Like many a thought now mention

O' Eternity

O' dove of happiness and bless here,
Whenever we called thy name
Love—love—eternal love
Which could rest in the brest
Of where the life has a breath on you
Thine heart,heart eternal,O' eternity

In search of a pair of blue eyes and happiness the eternal wardrobe
for rest of the times being:

DISTANT DREAM

O’ the foot-trinkets worn by an unknown-maiden

Stole me away to a serious world of esteem

From a distant berth of my unusual dream

 In a tranquil night with jocund effects, woven

Freshness, the psyche first time seen such a wonder

To device myself to enquire about the bliss

Of such an extreme, rare state that deem to caress

Me with her rich, over-whelmed stage of laughter.

Is this spirit, that newly giving me courage-?

To think, Aye, in my senses that anew from the depth

With her dainty moves and her rustic smiles that sooth

Me there in my night and with its strangeness surge

The damsel so immortal in my dream way round,

Followed in my views that I chased, my words

All my struggles she knew from me and unfolds

My pity I had in life, with care-look’d eyes beyond

‘You are in my kingdom forever; I give you courage ‘she said

How can you help me now in this pathetic stage’ I asked

Think about me, am the dream girl that inspire you here’ she said

‘Is this a dream ‘  I asked

‘It’s a dream that give you a new growth and a new result’ she replied

‘Where I am right now, where is your home? I asked with surprise

‘I am the daughter of Mirth and Inspiration, I liked you’ replied she

I brought my reality, and with my clear brain, I jerked with a thunder

‘You are here to help me, then help me forever’? I asked with curiosity

 ‘Behold! I can,I can be with you until the end’

AMOR

                                         

AMOR—god of love, imbued with your consort, Psyche and took me to a panoptical world of opinions, and it was in a night of extravagant freedom, where I couldn't feel it was a dream in a primordial domain. I sensed as if I was with my darling soul, to whom I ever had aught of secrets to hide to launch a milky thought in the tapestries alike inner selves. The green was widened to give an Arcadian delight, and over the sky the sun was not seen with beams that unshackle the sulky, spells of life, yet, but the moon adorned with eloquent jewelry of purple as a semblance to her inward gloom and outward passion. Sweet birds were unnumbered in masses, of versatile, apparently by a rare origin as if from an old-world, in a night that gave a nine-fold strength and fancied by the deep current of emotions. Unconsciousness obeyed the wispy psyche, and of some tiresome wanting, I would, no longer the body again, when the soul was somewhere beyond the horizon. I talked to a bird of golden feathers, among the flock:

''I loved you of being sensible and curious bound and your dart capturing senses. I was a person lacking strength and waiting for a moral Courage to get in the soul, for his work, I do fly with Own world of thoughts with some aggressive nature in hope of someone who can promote me in real life. But Life doesn't seem that for me, yet''

The bird replied:

"Excited, on hearing your words o’ man, as you shuttered in yourself with pain that occupied somewhere between your spirit and success. I can bring out a reflection for you to keep—the inspiration that wanders to communicate my presence in your visible soul. It can hold you like a tendril to you only until the wake". 

The night started to darken again, more grim and the foggy clouds wandered the terrace of the unconscious world—apparent to me where I met the bliss like sensuality—or I cared the bird than it hesitated to care for me from its inner mind, with sweet refusal that still sailed between two unlike lands. And I was not allowed by mind to leave the bird because of its extra-ordinary quest and response to an aptly situation. I first though the bird lived with all the members of its family and never be fond of human emotions, poesy and arts of its appearance .Contrary to all my feelings which dragged me on and on to the streams of argent astonishment. The bird had an open view and an open mind that often longed for freedom that can even revolt; the bird was lived in its own identity and an unfolded heart. Induced by the overwhelmed passion to its colors of mind I started to yield it, for me I did and spoke to the bird:

‘I felt I wrote my views of my experience with mere encouragement I got in Earth, I researched like a wanderer does, with songs of my creation ever had and I would be pleased to give away my knowledge to mankind like my ashes I diffuse with long yearning hearts. I came to Earth with an unexpected flow and did the things as I shared to man. Come for me and think for me to sing the future’s songs that I do write’

Sudden a thunder stirred the elements above, and the birds flew along the agonized spot, where terror was outburst in that trance-like hour. The bird wanted to speak me again and said thus:  

  

‘ You are the person I searched for and I don’t know how long we can frequently talk .Life shows different shows of all kind, it does show you to me and we two unveiled our minds in a brief talk. We met in a strange night of surprise as how you invented me my mind and my feelings. I can’t come with you now but rather you can go without me and remember me in all your works that you create’.

The bird flew away towards the blue unseen that jutted like a sea of uncountable miles; I woke from sleep and searched for my love in the darkness fallen night and at least found her in a picture hung in the cracked hall of my mind!