Filthy crevice

I lookout of my mind
Through the patinated gorge
To see the war of dreams
Scrambling the pulse of time!

The emptiness of oceans
The infatuation of eyes
The shuddering of rivers
Altogether, design the me inside me.

The hills are still alive
The frills are full active
With the hefty mirth inside
In the world of shadows

Breathless rapture in me
Allure the eloquent words
In this dreadful gaps
Of these germs of the world