You're my fear, which makes my tears
hypothesis built shears, when it comes to near..
I'm a painter, who draws turns of life, effortless
I'm a painter, who's own painting is colorless...
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Beauty….
Today, I sign up in beauty…..
The beauty of Gold over soil,
The beauty of sky hugging the trees,
The beauty of Birds, that extract all my tensions, by flapping their wings, in peaceful air,
The beauty of Sun, when it kisses the soil,
The beauty of Giving Life, with no desires,
THAT BEAUTY…..
THAT BEAUTY…..
But,
We find beauty in such beautiful statues, who is temporary…
Who Inhale or Exhale…
Who broke by words…
Who like you, but not love you…
THAT BEAUTY…..
THAT BEAUTY…..
But,
The beauty is that,
Which lies in the words of William Wordsworth…
The beauty, which lies in taking care of life…
The beauty…..
which lies in the relationship of Earth with its beauty…
The beauty, which lies in words, that flow with the streams of water…
THAT BEAUTY…..
THAT BEAUTY…..
The beauty, that we neglect…
The beauty, that we forget…
The beauty, that we deny…
The beauty, that is on Calenders now…
THAT BEAUTY…..
THAT BEAUTY…..
But, today…
The beauty is called a STATE…
The state which followed by, commas and plosives…
THAT BEAUTY…..
THAT BEAUTY…..
” THE BEAUTY IS A SYMMETRY, ORDER AND DISCIPLINE”.
A Painting on The Wall…..
On the land of pureness
I found world with cureness,
Some to this and some to that
initiate leaves with no stamp,
Everyone sings their madness in pain
I discover blood of no frame,
Nothing was evil, nothing was flawless
I realized divine was clawless,
Even no concept of trait and territory
unsertained with no elements of duality,
No trees of subject they write on
because I found no minister, they upon..
Your Eyes…..
You have drowned
and reblossomed
so many times,
i can smell
the rain
on you.....
Grip…..
Arranging grips in order,
finding grips in common..
Plating grips in starter,
peeling grips of honour..
Putting grips in walker,
knitting grips of talker..
Listening grips in order,
fighting grips of stalkers..
Pretending grips in humanity,
injecting grips of duality..
Getting grips in curing,
clouding grips of mourning..
Feeling grips in loving,
snoring grips of liking..
Collecting grips in avatar,
snipping grips of grim reaper..
Grip of what it was,
Grip of what is overall.....
YAM 