Momentary bliss ,instantaneous joy,
an eon of pleasure and intrepid emotions,
Only at first......
Dead flowers reanimate in my aura of grace,
such is my intensity that the sun hides its face,
squirming in its base.
The radiance i exude puts angels to shame,
demons anxious,''Alas our nemesis'' such is my fame
I pave through distress as if a flowers caress,
Sadness n suffering diminishing with my whispering.
Oh joy i 've missed thee,thou taste sweeter than honey,more soothing than the wind at its pinnacle .
Atlast against all bureaucracy i experience ecstacy,ethereal ecstacy.
Such is mine pleasure its hailed immeasure,such is mine action that it is futile to prove traction.
Pain is now orphaned,the world reeks of gaeity,''In Vain'' shrieks Cruelty.
I am Happy,Oh so very happy.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
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