crystal

clearly what is crystal.. does the one that brittles is crystal,
or does the one that shines apparently n brilliantly.. quite easily brittles,

but how.. the one that is detailed n is quite glowing.. the contents that are how so ever minute,
are quite visible.. rather are crystal clear to extent these have not got dilute,

or infected by biased n dirty thinking.. knowing its simple tobe happy but difficult tobe simple,
coz being simple means being simply simple.. being crystal clear.. being the bearer of wrinles,

when the age catches up.. being simple means.. to admit yeah in age i am getting old,
n work like a professional with mature mind.. being simple means being a bit of bold,

to have own points of view.. that do not get affected or distorted by any's other perceptions,
for all those simples.. telling the perceivers in crystal clear words.. am here despite all distractions,

to do what i have to.. telling.. some jobs are rough n tough n are difficult to make these simple, 
telling there are many comforts that are gone.. but sustaining.. courtesy energy within.. like lintel,

that does not open its door to any distortion that tries peeping in.. wanting to know what's up,
energy conveys.. let us work in coordination.. we working in tend um.. nothing blurs none usurps..

dulcet...

alright but anyway.. letting you a simple n humorous yet blistering sexy untold story,
once upon the time over the place in a town used to live one with own pedalo.. named glory,

n with it i mean with glory that the one used to pedal with pleasure over water.. how so deep water may be,
of course wearing life saving jackets..but peeved with depth of.. oh water.. thinking how deep can be this bay,

of Bengal or where else he did not know.. how could he as he never measured the.. depth of that oblong,
but at times while pedaling some where near some observatory over the hill.. he used to feel he belongs,

to one dulcet.. sweet n soothing.. young n gorgeous observant.. refined reflective purely fine n fit,
not alone.. but with own team.. to study astronomy.. semblance of her.. sexy gripping with the grit,

halcyon.. hale.. and always imbued with sense of precision.. always with sense of clean yet crispy humour,
that hurts no one.. n occasionally she got filled with desires to have fun from.. with one on pedalo to quash rumour,

that otherwise got spread.. she never indulged into.. neither did she like to be known as one initiator,
of loose talks.. pinning pranks.. she knew its more annoying to indulge in games.. foul.. played by traitors,

so quite often she used to observe the natural observations that are all observed in natural universe,
sun.. moons.. Jupiter.. Pluto.. Saturn.. Mars.. Venus.. galaxies.. satellites.. rays.. light years.. converse,

symmetries.. synergies on planet earth.. n through observation she found these all actual n stable with pulls,
astronomically true.. with own weathers n gravitation..own trajectories.. yet each barren with boiling annuls,

no trace of life.. no life could grow there even.. she observed n many more.. with tons of scientific loads,
filled with complex mathematical calculations.. yet amidst these she believed she is human with emotions told untold,

with desires to live life on earth as normal.. as one pinkish n glowing who would nt like to revolve on its axis,
rather she would let the study close.. have fun with friends n family.. she knew she needs some reflexes,

that shall make her aware.. yeah she is dulcet.. n beauty n astronomy can coexist only when she relaxes,
n gives the twinkling stars n sun above over there the break too.. not to act.. but to unwind to have more reflexes,

of own personality.. of own charms.. of own beliefs.. of own hums.. of own self made jokes.. of own humour,
may be to laugh from distance over saturn's n its rings charm.. saying on earth we worship you.. its not rumour,

saying worshipping you is far better idea.. than to get gravitated towards you.. you leave nothing in your pulls,
to influence me towards your barren spaces.. oh itti saari zammen.. that for free.. saturn yaar why not make the full,

use of yours itti.. instead of being angry all the times upon me the..ha ha.. anyway your choice your will,
i do the dandwatt pranam.. n thats my touching of your imagined feet.. with all the courage i have.. i fill..

                    the imaginary bond.. in bold letters.. i can not meet you..