Pastel ,vibrant, fluorescence
with all brilliance in a bingo ,
Partioned hues of flaring split colours
as in the pristine rainbow,
Heptachromacity all fusing
in no meany marshmellow mingle,
Wrinkling out the segmented provincial worries
into a fairy white single;
Ain’t no god! Let me just dwindle out
each vivid angel out of the white’s castle,
Oh Spicy Pringle! I am unabetadly caught
in a naughty noone bland jungle,
Blinding beauty, mysterious binding bonds
sucking into a central whirlpool,
Experiencing the magical, like a
magnetic or gravitational quicksand,
Whatever it is, it’s the x-factor elusivity
behind life- sustaining witchcrafts,
Which holds the long-probed eternality
of the severed universe and the solitary souls;
Bodily ceasing from momentary earthly existence ,
and the dying visible horizon of the apparent universe,
Are like but hues of white soon realizing into the sublime truth,
all yelling and pulling us to take a final promising black plunge ;
Oh Poets ! I now feel one among the intellect bald community,
Not one, but both of the physical and metaphysical fraternity!