ThoughtS

Natural Explosives have become fanatic,
The sun is BrighT!
But still a Gay wind is blowing.
It's not something you call a breeze or a storm,
It's just a pleasant wind, a soothing one!

The sky is a clear blue canopy-a scintilla of dynamic clouds,
Birds flying here and there,
An unknown tune of nature.
(Not the melancholy one of historic importance)

The trivial, concrete jungle in the midst of natural beauty,
Iron made arrows piercing the Troposphere,
Ozone holes....Harmful U-V rays,
Expected cremation of the Dreamgirl.

Pieces of glass scattered everywhere,
Sand, stone-chips, ferric rods all around,
A haunted dream,
And then, a final salvo.

Going ballistic and being myself,
Self-confliction and intoxication,
Exhaustion ( of the Green Green grass of home!)
Nothing matters...

The inner feud between two age-old concepts,
Convention and Unconventional,
Disciplinarian and Bohemianism,
Wed-crawlers and Web-designers,
Open relations and restrictions...

A sudden mental stimulation,
Recapitulation and obdervation...
It's 1:30 pm,
A long time for the sun to set,
A sense of realization enters into my cranium....

What? That was not figured out!
Everything seeping up through the air,
Upward and upward.

A black spot!
Sorry! a hole in fact.
Sorry once again!
It's indecipherable.

Downward and upward motion,
momentum and energy,
Oscillations...
What is it?
Pain...Flesh....Blood....Fear?
I know nothing.

Maybe...a "mere" Oblivion...
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A final conclusion with a clear clarification-
I must say it was a Resurrection!!!