Grey sky hanging
solar omnipresence
seemingly sleeping.....
still branches laden with
chirping ideas attempting to
fondle memories sky-rocketing;
need of the hour is a
cool,calm bower for keeping
all your rumination.....
to rest, for all around
your kens wanna see a
heavenly fest...delicacies of life
verbalize in the cauldron
of existence, starving soul
sojourn for secular subsistence.
Flow is a constance...
of which you need no instance
for all glow.....
implicit or explicit...
is but heavenly flow......