looking out through the window ......
thinking of a human rainbow ;
a world without a being,
a brain without a thought,
a human without a heart,
all is not worth a true smile;
caring , infectious and binding.
is there something called love ?
laying down on the couch ....
and crumbling into the darkness of sleep
where
the world laughing at your pain of misery,
going deeper into the galaxies within the body,
spreading like fire,
deeper,
deeper,
deeper,
till the the pain crumbles down ....
is there something called grief?
crawling towards the brightness of the light,
hurrying towards the happiness,
starving for bliss,
entering thed door of felicity with absolute celerity;
an enigma of ecstasy,
feeling the redolence of the euphoria,
the dilapidated towers of the mind ....
striking upon another consideration :
is there something called joy ?
running away from the darkness,
stalling in the scintillating light of fire,
regretting the defeat of the blazing light for the day,
creeping down into ground, searching for cover,
far away from the blackness,
far away from the blindness,
far away from the gloom,
reaching upon a confoundin speculation :
is there something called fear?
the greenery of the vast fields reflecting the new birth,
the unity of the forests castin an unconquerable shadow,
the playwork of the animals cracking a new game every instant
the foolish assests of humans destructing a new bein each moment,
the burden of thoughts stalling for one final one :
is there something called life ?
