Bunch Of Fear

The vexatious atmosphere creates so much trouble 

Where to go where to sigh in so otherness of season 

As a glowing spring is flattering and shattering the flowers of bliss- 

The bliss which I have read and feel in the idyllic, romantic poetry of Shah, hafiz, Gibran and Rumi... Is this environment is changed or we are living in another world; 

Where we can not only feel or enjoy a single minute of existence 

Through the very magnitudes of its waves which are so astonishing and surprising- 

That it winds us into another attire…

Then what is all that-- 

There is she that makes me schizophrenic, the dizziness the sound the so called smoky wind rushed like a barking dog..

Very troubling it creates a verge which creates trouble for everybody I am not talking about myself particularly--

But the whole area in which peoples are sighing are infected with these diseases- the disease very troublesome diseases harsh than any operational disease.... 

The outside is full of outrageous malicious viruses which are ready to infect you with a 9mm pistol 

No free moment is there to roam around and wandered in the blissfulness of nature.. 

My body start shrinking when in a calm powdered moonlight a guy with a turban-head fired through his weapon a bunch of fear in aerosphere.. 

The hoarding voice tears every body's soul into two parts.. 

My question to you is that; 

Is there any way out of it or we should try by our self to protect only ourselves in this world of delinquent and reprobate fellows-??