Illusions vested in the mind of rock breakers;
His blanket of desire ! Just as a veil in front;
chemical ingredient which were capable of breaking the rocks;
of Love', of its coating

A hut near it; which is not much far !
A working place for producing alcoholic spirits;
Air around which gets merged with alcohol,
it is something swelling Sour !
Made souring in the depths of massacre
Alluring wickedness to englow;
sometimes silence; sometimes in dizziness relay these memory moments ;
In the spirit of alcohol without the spirit of life,
where atoms and molecules on each side, struggle to cooperate,
Then a mixedness weaning to become less consciousness of the situation,
An escape from their tempting world with weak signalling impulses,
Spirits which is active, creative in diminishing the real spirits of life !
A created enjoyment working lower to non created natural relaxations of life !
Some perplexes in their thoughts always just like puzzles bearing nonlogic !
Those who enter inside that hut consciously for making their...