Journey With Nature

Such was the rendez-vous, thundering

Were the lights and sorrow pouring rather sweet.

Trodding dark paths were no different than sleeping,

For both were dark and habitual.

This one while, some flickering lights gleamed,

Embarked they the law of nature, unpredictable.

What had always seemed to be Wall of China to pass,

Felt like the cross of the road suddenly.

For when the chat had commenced,

Which shouldn't have had an aim to hold, but

Again we follow nature, and so it did.

Those roads which were expected to extend in dark, 

Today were deviated into a new hunt,

Hunt for those flickers.

Bless those sparks, that turn up every while.

This daily affair soon bloomed like nutrition,

Need of time, when missed, seemed as an eclipsed night.

Now, that hunt had lightened the paths, 

To where pupils sought for moonrise,

Now gleamed towards Sunrise.

From when paths were believed Shady 

To the sight of stars seems bliss,

That flicker had the power to illuminate.

Readily, that flicker's awakening touch would turn 

Every mono to the adorable sevens.

For vivid life bring along affection,

Turns everything goes musical.

And when colours approach from both ends,

Making up a new and prettier hybrid,

Budding up to nothing but Heavenly.

Life in Heaven is elegant but temporary.

Nature doesn't cherish pleasures for long, makes changes,

Variations are the law of nature,

Sooner or later serves as tornado

To the well-settled village.

For here the tornado arose out resembling humans,

Ego as the wind, pride in its riches

And the devaluation of the Heavenly source.

Initially, tube light does flicker when starting,

But it takes no flicker to make a blackout.

Then, again all Heavens go to Hell.

For that's what nature demands off journeys.