One sky revolved around skepticism ,
smoke with flood water
of boundless disbelieves .
Mud water carrying stack leaves ;
floating in the conventional stream .
Falling in the strong desert storm ,
the sky is fixed in promise ,
My deep purity sinks there .
Suburban train speed up ,
outside blue sky wearing a cap .
Caps of white cloud
in blue autumn loch .
The welkin is descending ,
there full of emptiness solicitude .
Incessant inspiration ,
cue of immense vigorous
multitudinous life .
Falling leaves with sunshine :
i am also falling in the air
amused by the green bouquet
of Anthanasia .
A black - grey stone like
ocean jasper ;
a skeptical cloud ,
weighing the vault of sanity .
In every trice of mind ;
doubt and skepticism appear
like invisible summit .
In the midst of whirlwind ,
i sink deeper into the depths
of doubt .
probing for my forever
pure being ;
an yawning perception
like the appearance of
a fountain bathing by rain .





My status changed in midday
fragile sunshine said to me
goodbye .
Yet the vertical in motion
profound deviation ;
it anchored me in whirlpool ;
where the intense sesitivity
is dull .




The sunshine like pistis ,
his physique as blue as
Robin's egg .
This world is beyond skepticism .










© Dhruva