Thru the curtain clouds,a subtle smile of the light
Poured all over the mountain,
And my eyes began to wander.
Oh! the sun shined above the mountain now
There is colour in the sky.
And all my heart desire
Enlivened.
If you want to look,look now
There is no other way.
What an illusion across the mountain.
Many a times I tried to hide my tears in desperation
Iam but a tower of my own darkness.
Oh! the beauty keeps tickling me
Wet in the rain.
And all of my feelings
Arose.
If you want to go,go now
There is no other way.
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
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