RUMINATION

These wishes are so benevolent,
these urges are way of life,
composed in a fuzzy manner
or on a panorama...

These hopes have changed the prospect,
the becks are in the droplets,
centuries are molden in moments,
Should I ward off the evil,or worship?
What should I do ?

My avidity are bit bizarre ,
like the frost in the azure ,
and still in the spate,
lost in my own reflection,
my heart has started a quest ,
to find,
some salacity,
in its own  world of ideation,
Should I live in this world or refrain?
What should I do ?