a blushing dusk turns pale

at the  sight of the golden globe.

slowly the darkness veiled the esoteric velvet sky

with thunder clouds as catalyst.

the wind seemed just confused blowing here and there

it vanquished everything that came in its path

it whizzed through the valley;

through the forest creating a music of nature.

and aroused the fragrance of the flora.

then the saturated dark clouds burst into shining deluge,

making the atmosphere viscid and frigid.

the thin membrane that held tranquility slowly killed

itself and gave birth to little deaths.

the soul; drained of its strength............

and then a touch, quivered it to a new identity..

THE MANTRA OF NATURE,

THE MAYA OF LIFE.....

NOW

DECLINE OF NIGHT UPON DAY

SCATTERING PASSION OF NATURE

WHERE HORIZON LAY.

THE BURNING NUCLEUS STARE HALF TO LAZY PRAY

OF HUMANITY TO FERTILE GOD'S GIFT DECAY

AND AS SHADOW FALLS, MURKINESS SWEEPS

NUMBNESS FELT IN EVERY CLOUDS THAT CREEPS

ACROSS THE SHEET OF SILVER HEATS

THE HARD CORE OF EARTH LAY

BREATHLESS DRIED TATTERED AND BLEEDS

AS TURBULENT FLOW OF PUNGENT MIST