Curled up, my arms laid in His ,
I stood up gazing at the fall
the curtains appear to be a swing
the lights were turned on .
How fake was the mixture ,
the white light didn’t mix well
the crimson light had its own charm
and with a blink the lights where turned off.
Peace , and satisfaction d welled inside me,
how beautiful the creator was
lips broaden on watching a group of birds
scattering its light by the wings of fly .
It seemed as if its moving away
away with thousands of things untold
I sighed for i never wished it to come back
for i had a silver light at night too .
Crafted for my beloved of night ,it came unannounced
Sighed, for it had arrived a little late
but it hugged my souls from inside
I was silver, my bed was already.
How beautiful the creator, the heart whispered
I saw my bracelet which was golden in morning
it had turned silver purifying the thoughts
I praised its color for nothing was ever brighter.
Materialism is fake like plastic,
the colors of bright wall fades and die
what remains is the magnificence of lord
to which we mention as solar and lunar crowd.
Hails to the master of the creation,
what beautiful talent, he captured
because there are things brighter then solar and lunar
but no comparison ,for all else “dim”.