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 of long 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 last found her in a picture hung in the cracked hall of my mind!


This Writer Loves Changes

As a new stream of change, he loves the conversion in the world, he can change it sooner.Literature is the only weapon he have it at present. He love to throw his words like the waves, the roaring oceans through his poetic language and the strength is yet determined by strong pulse of knowledge. He like to change the customs of the world, because the world is now quiet in a mess.He wants to show all in the era is against the ‘Satan’—he proclaimed, there is each satan in each mind.So Change him

The way which he wants is Divine—that never its roots decay, with any change in Nature. Nature needs true men and a good breathing society, Wise and cultured,with truth and sincerity.His journeys are for that, he needs Knowledge—through his inventions.

Dictated Revenge

There must be no comparison  with any force for present stage for me to repel;no longer I need that curse;but `scrutiny’ is my very genuine habit —that I  do gaze into the prolonged elements of theWorld;and there are many wonders round that above said `World’ ,I will make that World as a ‘study room’ that imparts ‘Cultural knowledge’.When the World is my `Muse’,the cradle of civilizations,once rich and Cultured with transient pleasure.Now will we see those Cultures were torn from the society of all those had good names and darkness prevailed through the gloomy,deserted mankind and sadness is the answer alone.To the very point of view its all about a forest of wild and rugged characters of mankind;with extremity my mind wants to prove and `revenge’ for a manly voice —since I kept the very word,which in my opinion is a slow process;to demonstrate for the present wretched society, to follow with peaceful views or if they can’t, let them perish by misfortune and grudge one another,are those,who made the Earth’s beauty blushed and all her hopes and happiness, until her deep shills I heard with a pensive mind.So that thence I found my arrows of self intention,a secret revenge as my ‘pen’ I held high,and named it as my `Sword’ and for those however never seen the real horror.

On Quest

Far moving this mind streams,no rest to spare a long vacation,but the core is here to induce a new theory to raise the new foundplanet,(with my new senses),the sparkling areas that attract a domain pole of amazement,the ornateness of those green upon the forest boughs and its attracting flowers of peaceful smiles.It will make me happy-happy more to imbibe the aesthetic beauty in some falling lines,when I have hold a pen to write my feelings upon a white imaginary region,is unobserved as silence,that I have felt as in tranquility to beautify the soul.I had a walk through the foggy pastures,this morning to scan the meaning of it—the quintessence of it,the lightness of it,that makes a true living society pure.There was it in a village side,the very lowest part of Earth,where I was born,where I loved the birds of nature,the reliable realms of the world,when in my childhood days,where innocence that played most among the solitary thoughts that caught in this writing passage, I mentioned each and every surprise I had met in life,new and old,rare and vivid as I am going to turn up the folded mind to uncover.It was tough for the morning to pass a laugh,but I laugh as I always,for a favor to ‘ignorance‘,those who have that and know its actual meaning,but hide it in a secret pile of anxiety.But for who wants to excavate the’gist of knowledge’ is only an effort leads the rest.For literally say, I bury and dig at a same time in the midst of reason andmistakes(my child,sometimes it becomes my parent).Now I am not dying away so sooner in want of bread and water,but I live in the ‘Forest’,looking the stars and the sun,the entire planets to fathom the pith of uprising wonders that live in the fading parts of the universe,and have a strong aim to work for the welfare of these gathering kids of indolence.

On Him—Unable to reveal the Name

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 wants 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.

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