Showing posts with label lights. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lights. Show all posts

Thursday, April 28, 2011

The village fair ( Part 2)

The choir of the angels,
Was splendid for their ears,
Them noble men smiled at integrity,
Then they saw a certain light that basked them in prosperity...

They danced with gusto,
To the rhythm of glee,
They washed their off vain,
They were high on euphoria...

The damsels had lined their eyes with seduction,
That led to infatuation of even them noble men,
Frolic was waited to unravel the night,
But the night was also engraved with style...

With the decrepit of time,
For the celebration that never seemed to end,
The gust of psychedelic wind,
Caught the eye of aesthetically luscious lips...

A bustle of emotions,
Amidst decieving mediocrity,
While I inhaled the air,
When I swayed to the halt of time...

The grimy gleam,
Lusts for the chocolate fountain,
Voluptuous women want a Popsicle,
Hunky men want to snort euphoria...

So as euphoria blended with the air,
A tide of emotions also blended with the skies,
There was some ruckus about the mediocrity of caramel,
Assilmilation created turmoil...

Then they saw a certain light,
Extra-terrestrial in nature,
Illuminated the sky,
Swayed to placid time...

Picture from the net- ( atlantaintownpaper.com )

Sunday, August 15, 2010

The village fair...


Hush little baby,
I'll sing you a lullaby,
I'll rock your cradle,
I'll be there even after I die.

She cried her heart out,
She sang across the plateau,
On her voice she had no doubt,
This was her memento...

To express your mind use a pen,
The ink of your blood,
The army of men,
Words that initiated at the mud.

The incessant light,behind the curtain,
What an eccentric sight!
Who could ever be certain?
Are we strong enough to judge the power of light?

The village fair,
The glee festival,
We'll take a bus there,
We'll listen to the choir of angles.

Blends of voices,
The mighty church bell,
The power of choices,
In here we dwell.

What an audience!
My fellow villagers,
Look at the mundane ambiance,
The raising body temperature!

The village fair,
A drug called euphoria,
It mixed with the air,
That was the inception of a new era.


Picture from the net- (alan-whitehead.org.uk)