A smile blossomed

With the steam of tears

Blown out from the lungs

With the agony of life

Used to appease the lust of adrenalin;

The sorrow promised of delight

By the yearning, with the happy purpose

Behind its mesmerizing words,

And the intention disappears

Into the garden of tears

To bath in liquid perfume from eyes;

The sleep drawn forcefully

 Into the eyes by the mind,

To live in the dreams to keep

The life alive and fill it with the hope,

Haunted by the nightmares

Even up to the end of the sleep,

And the concentrate

Of the nightmares gulped

By the eyes to never sleep again;

Flowers are afraid

To see the day light and

Broken by the darkness of ghost night,

Regenerating themselves into the cactus

To preserve their deserted lives at least;

The souls of the cactus

Now fearing to see the deceitful rain,

If the rain drops may degenerate them

Again Into roses, worried by the curse

Bestowed upon their life;

When would the organs start feeling the

Vigor of the principles;

How can the life tears down its treachery

Where the gardens can grow into Eden

Now, the whole body is the eye

To imagine the true life;

 
-R K CHOWDARY