Very Nice Make Up!

Weaving the sand for the strong ropes to make a mat, Raining makes the sky to weep and to be wet, The rays of Sun pass through the mountain, What my little mind can hold and ascertain, The vector that has magnitude and direction, Not the vector transmitting ills and illusions, When we try to roll the mat out of wish and will, What can you and I do, when no one care to stand still, I am a fool, when trying to build the sand castle, Where I try to keep my mat, made of clouds, Blue prints of two or three addresses point the lunar, When I knock each and every door that are closed, We don't have to put make up even during sleep, We have to remove it for our own good health.