In The Early Of A Day Poem by subash parajuli

In the early of a day
In the early of a day
You and I let to be in May
Late in the day
Clay of statue is display
In the early in December
A fallacy act played in somber
In the late of the day
You and I about to slay
In the early in the May
A black sheep's sewed- words cover say
"Dare to fl y, if you have divine ray"
In the early of the day
Many theories itself roaming to nay
In the mid of a day

Many cheeks are lying in the absence of sea swell in bay
In the late of the day
Many idiots are dying with lack of odour of sex toy
in the early of a day
half- paralysed feet rush to seek sheer- cactus joy
In the middle of the May
You and I never feel coy
In the middle of the day
You may tips with gay
In the late of the day
I myself always tend to slay!

Whom for whose
I always pray for thee
You may wish for "I" or "We"
As an insane to be green
As a lover loves to confess in teen
As a devotee pray to be God
I may have evil spirit to be Lord
I may be a victor of misdeeds
You may be principal of sheer joys
The whole body may often in chaos and confusion
Either to be the notion of somebody, nobody or else be
in fusion
The portion of time may end with spirit of honey
The forms of life may redesign with the essence of
money
I may be an employee of duty
You may always be a bilateral flavour of virginity
Either nights are strolled as if sins of loan
Or days are prolonged to be a fossil of your own
Whom for whose action be faithful
When time and techno-tide be tactful.

Mystic Myth
Ah this!
A thousand times free wings
It set to be solitary bird
Leap the sense of celebrating nirvana
From the fragrances of eternity
But living the path of individuality.
Ah this!
The rebellious spirit wandering
Walking, sitting with in every day-nightmare
To be source of no mind, no light
And still reluctant as a scripture of the white lotus.
Ah this!
All the colours of invitation are dying
As the fish in the sea is not thirsty

As clear stream self quizzing to retire
And keen to be transitive the layer of dead cells
Ah this!
Walking in the wild root of violence
All the fervent hearts experienced revolutionary
When single dew drop in the dunes
The beauty of immorality dazed
Ah this!
The greed, anger celebrated itself
Through the nerves of primer
And all the tune of body is never be in the path of
nobility
While sensuality stalks up on wisdom
Ah this!
The designation of every inner instincts are exiled
The outer world fostered in the practice of cosmetics
And every foreign minstrel turned to be the key of
artist
And every genuine sprinter led to be serf of it
Ah this!
May be fantasy have tangible to pursue penance
May false reality battered the time and the fate
May destination of dream and ambition disappear
To be in the patterns of cosmos at one point

Ah this!
The validity of every being is canopy of innovation
Every idealism befall without novice principle
Of happiness and existence
All of them-torments their self images
Either on high attempts or just to grab brunch of whole
life
Ah this!
Every fancy of all minds is striving to be in divine
All the array of ideology itself waned
Either breezing in emotion of depression or fascination
Those always sink in the pond of bitter- reality
As if the scripture of white lotus.

If all be American....
If all be American
The whole land would be marsh
All organisms would crash
In the shape of shaped Robert
If all be American
The sky within be land of concrete
The universe be the stadium of iron steels
The mountains be crumbled
The seas be boiled
The machine be man
The man be eaten by machine
If all be American
The day and night be rival
The sun be the machine's tribal
All for none, none for all is in hyper civilization.

Your genesis
The greatest battle of all time
As you liberated to be brave
And as you let go all to shine
As if ferry to escort from foetus to dine
The haughty and hasty dancing steps let be sprinter
As if rainbow appears for all never ended
And dazzled to adjust in a little surplus
To dwell lively in the arena of hostility
As if the strongest knight of all time in bloody- war
As you always combat to make gallant
Like Titans you judged every holocaust moment in
silence
And let to pass life as an Oracle

You put to play colourful and daring game of all sports
To light the vision in the dark holes
Either in scorching play ground as if canopy
Or as if rain drop in dehydration
It's you who have die- hard heart to idealize in delirium
As if a role of bard
That could devote in both timing and severity
And may swing as a country's fl ag
With the rules of life either written for million years
Or burst as if foam in seconds
As your life may lightly dances
On the edges of time and tide
Like dew on the tip of a leaf
Your genuine genesis will garnish
In the part of small hamlet of heaven.

Every...
Every day is stuffy
Every night is wacky
In the absence of your delicate dance
Every nerve are boiling
Every gesture is recurring
In the absence of your sweet fragrances
Every dead cell is decaying
And human survival organ is hooked
In the absence of your sensitivity
Every glimpse are shattered
Every ray is draped
In the absence of your contraction of pupil
Every moment are musing
Every second are deafening in silence
In the presence of your hollow-promise
Every day is stuffy
Every night is wacky
In the absence of amorous- image
The arena itself is stunning
Every minute is vibrating
In the absence of your gentle paws.