An outwardly pause
An inwardly retrospect
The aura of divine
A warm surrender

Kindness in heart
Notion of togetherness
Divinity in the observable
Grace of love

A novice peace
A green serene

A journey

Personality,
Is it outwardly anthem?

Who am I ?

Art in mind, the pictures of creation
Blue white and yellow
Notion of visualization
Endurance of imagination
Temptations, urges and clarification
A profound sophistication
Glitters, hope and positive direction
A pure and tranquil litigation

Art is the answer of the living
Stories, rhymes, myths and beliefs
Faith, hope, trust and retreat
Nectar of joy and bliss
Triumph of fairies and angels
A door to manifestation and famine

Who am I ?
Personality is the outwardly anthem
A light shines within
The speed of love in the heart
The aura of divine in the observable
An outwardly pause, an inwardly retrospect
Kindness, the notion of togetherness
A journey to a truthful existence
A warm surrender, a novice peace
A green serene

Particularly me, trapped in time
Define me, a track of time
Being me, a motion in time
Acknowledging me, an instance of time
Feeling me, a realization of time
Knowing me, grace in time
Looking at me, a story in time
Gazing me, doubting in time
Hearing me, sound in time
Now just gone by and just came in
Death in no time

People are the reflection to themselves
Connection is the channelling of energy
Yet one understands only what one tries to
Not what you want to make them understand
Synchronization is the only way to a better channelling
Mind thoughts are just on the mind plane
Sync happens without thought on the picture
When there comes the need of thought its impossible
Impossible for the connection that embraces the soul

Pleasure and pain are the reward points of mind
People without this divine understanding are clueless
Of the soul search of people around them
They reflect their own emotions and blame the surroundings

The state of being is the reliance of the true path
A machine that attracts certain energy
The energy flows within the machine
Has a certain processing and perceiving elements
Mind as antennae takes what it likes to receive
And throws out what it likes to throw out
Irrespective of the information it is relying for a signal
For the whole information processing, synchronization is needed
To perceive and regard the information that passes by

Time, A grand design
Everything is its plan
It plans to fit people
To a grand design of fate
Everyone is a puppet
Some puppets know and some don't
It doesn't matter who knows or not

Manageable doubts and misunderstandings
Different perspectives and missing bliss
Heavenly doubt hovering over
Connection is harmful to soul
Misunderstood beliefs and no structure
Peaceful escape with meaningless foul
Transition and transformation is a journey
Destination is yet a false hope

Time is a design to beat the soul
The beating through perception
Through the doubts within
Through the perspectives that doesn't matter
Through the breathing of the pain
Knowing is alright but doesn't matter
Who doesn't know will be more than okey

Depends on time, but matters
On the influence of energy one governs
People are the puzzles of energies
that flow among themselves
The grand design in time
The most people can do is-recognize
And know that, for the best of others

How you think and perceive
depends upon the energy you govern
And the Time chooses the energy for you
So you are not free to choose
Yet you experience the time now,
Energy and the notion around what happens

Its easy to time and time is the culprit
Nobody has the understanding of how it works
Nobody is capable of choosing the storyline
Nobody is in the trance freedom
Nobody is in the field of truth

The ascendent they have gives illusion of you
Mind gives a view of perspect
Nothing can be mutual and nothing can be individual
Everyone is the puzzle in time

Mutual individual dillema exists
Because no story created by mind can define it
Mind is a crowd of chemicals to turn one and off
The antennae of beings of so called intelligence
The disguise of what it really is
interacts with who I am

Particularly me, trapped in time
Define me, a track of time
Being me, a motion in time
Acknowledging me, an instance of time
Feeling me, a realization of time
Knowing me, grace in time
Looking at me, a story in time
Gazing me, doubting in time
Hearing me, sound in time
Now just gone by and just came in
Death in no time

At least for me Time makes me in a state to write sometimes
Making me to speak through the soul
Soul trying to rescue itself
From the hassle of the grand design of time

Hay mind go to rest, its a grand design
Hay soul peek the blaze, its a grand design
Hay you breathe, its a notion towards faith
Dive deep into the embrace of peace and green ways

A rotten beef stale and pink
***** smell and pus feel
A stale body of creature
That lived a while on earth
The termites are using it now
Crazy ones are misbehaving
An alarm

I am a traveller
Traveller from space and time
To the myth of river to the unknown of ocean
Drought in the soul is the factor in turmoil
Passive rhymes of grace, facts and taste
Endurance of air and pace in the chase
Act upon the divine request

Charm of the determined, quest in beginning
Zeal of belonging, relic in the evergreen
Mist of giant mountains, hint in rewards
Deal of chosen one, lume in the stars

Zenith from the horizon, the ying and the yang
Peak of the awaken, mystery in the magical dark
The roar of the magnificent, cry of the heart
Face of the mystical, eternal embrace of god

Trace the chapters of your soul
Define a wave of myth in time
Drive the essence of unfading truth
Track the presence of unfolding youth
Fist of the grand endeavour
Churn of divine alchemical spirit
Soul in the plethora of delight

The path of the ever present zest
The search of the holy breathe
The bliss of the moment
The way of the still
You are the one who is on the heal
The cult of an undying myth
Zavellen