* The Fall *

The mist crosses The lonesome ocean With sporadic sighs Making a huge comeback Out of raining bullets From sparkling stars Taming turbulence isn’t a rarity But a cup of coffee Fishmongers maneuver fish laden tugs Had flashback nightmares The silence That breaks dream Out of casket Suddenly The mountain that stands tall Behind the horizon Stops vomiting its minerals Open the path of adoration Commences Entrapment A varsity of perspective Infinites mass antiquities The natives wait Chanting songs of universal A new lease of life emerges Tradition of ages The first love that anchors On the Paradise Brings smile of ambulation Hope of pro-creation Another frontier Another land New religion New language An annexation Without bloodshed