BLIMPS

They fall from empyrean in immense numbers,
blue,yellow,of all colors,
cavort with them as much as you yen,
O soul, do you know,
what these jiffs are ,
they are of abounding types,
blimps blimps blimps everywhere...

Some are skimpy too full,
some are flabby ,some fixed in air,
in each of it there is mirth,
O soul,do you know,
what these jiffs are,
they are of abounding types,
blimps blimps blimps everywhere...

See once...how they are,
like semblance for smiles,
in a world immersed,
yeah submerged in problems,
like beatitude,
be chary,lest the clasp of sorrow prickles them,
lest they volley,
these amiable blimps,we won't get them all again,
it'll be your idiocy, O mate,
if you don't adore them...

Why do you caper with just one,
take the whole oodles,
embellish a conviviality with them,
tell how it feels,
O soul, do you know,
what these jiffs are,
they are of abounding types,
blimps blimps blimps everywhere,

However many more you want ,inflated,
blimps... blimps,
smirk and embrace..
blimps ... blimps...

HOW'S THIS YEARNING ...

Someone says it's an expanse,
Someone says it's bare,
Somebody hefts like gold,
Someone says it's like clay,
Someone says it's a bayonet,
It happens at such a time,
You can't stop even if you whim to,
It's ace and it's grody,
How's this yearning...

It lands you into tumult,
It gets done whatever it wishes to,
It changes heart's verdict,
Achiever of its own urges,
It takes you on peerless roads,
Nobody is precedent or trailing,
Still it runs,
The heart is the victim,
In this saga of yours and mine,
The divine,teach me without making a spurt ,to learn,
How's this yearning...

When my eyes met someone's eye,I woke up,
without a cordage or string,
eyes are met by contrivance of dreams,
there is no atonement,nothing is known,
and in the vacuous eyes,someone comes and stays,
love is neither his' or hers,
no one knows in what expression it is penned,
How's this yearning...