An Escape to “Crystal Castle”

 

The only mismatch I feel,

that vulturous world of silly skulls

they haunt and hurt, as an approach with dull

they dismantle the eager eyes

they are never in enchanting lies

 

I, the heap of delights unable to fit and fight

the creepy cultures and spooky vultures,

Trying to escape from the black sculptures 

Yet a thrust to whisper in the Valley of Holy Spirits

where the crystal-clear castles have clearance

 

The weird wits ripple in the night

and the lush green butterflies, sleep in a fight

among the freaky flickers,

passing through one seepage, unveil the kickers

I eye upon the roads of soulful stickers

  

I, the holy sensation alluringly clips

to the divine image of Blake's grip

The glimpses of eternity envelope and eclipse

Crunchy cones with a sword of holy lips

Clasp the calmness to cover the ships

 

I desire to shift the shuffle and lift up the lustre 

Live where I wish to live, Fuse where I flutter

Where air speaks and water vanishes the weeps 

Yet, with an easiness in my heart, I warmly sleep.

A Divine “Fortress”

 

Far away from fickleness and meagreness 

Right between the ocean of loveliness

A Palace of Praise with a soulful grace

Where the sun and moon are to embrace

 

Diamonds and rubies are the jewelry of the Palace

Carpets are red to trace the envelopes 

Calmness and clearness cure the untainted spirits

Language evokes and chokes purity and emotionality

 

Where hold is the hold of happiness and joy

A garden of glitters pours the stream of delights

Clouds of white riddle repeal the raw rides

Free to move and swing in the lush tides

 

Live like an unrestricted soul, satisfied to be inborn

When silence echoes ravishingly 

The intimacy adores by the pure roles

Night whispers a holy song to inquire the holy door.