The Soul of a Sage

The Soul of a Sage 

The soul of a Sage is immersed in meditation.

Messiahs prophesy life beyond the scope of bindings.

A Pharaoh stays with his  phantom of lies!

Dried leaves dipped in muddy water splash his name everywhere!

He fails to print out the nests of firebirds.

Spiders of yesteryears weave a web of collusion.

Nostradamus was not wrong with his predictions.

Life flows in the bullied valleys of vacuousness.

Sinister sisters fib out a few tales of their fantasy.

The blink of a Captain limits him beyond the scope of bindings.

Notions of the dark Angels work beyond the wonders.

I smile at them for no reason.

Love yields a few roses blossoming in the middle of the thick forest.

Fragrance sinks in the blues of yesteryears.

Arise! A dystopian heaven and its immaculate heart stays in the vicinity.

We live with noisy scenes of love lit dome.

(Copyright: ©Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan, January 21,2024)

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