Where does the horizon weep,
The conjuring of the Evening sky,
And then does it move into delusions,
The stammering of forceful bequeath!
And that's when there's wondering,
the mesmerize, mesmerizing!
Unaware of syncing soliloquy,
the horizon weeps, crimson missing.
God knows, how to manipulate,
for the cries have been loud,
horizon losing itself in between;
the ultimate happiness and,
the sinking sadness!
It battles not to let go,
the ball of fire which embraces,
and to let in the parasite with darkness,
lurking as a shadow marauding the blue sky.
For the time it enjoys the infinite joy with crimson,
It regrets for the other half of time, it refuted,
to have zero joy, infinite sadness, intruded.
It suffers, the dilemma, indispensable;
The zero and the Infinity!
Make the sun come to me,
Let the camouflaged moon and it's garb go away,
The horizon utters in despair,
Malignant, Bad, Ill faced the destiny, it claims!
There's no way this could repair!
Caught in between, it still dreams,
The sun to glow forever, for reasons,
of its own smile, the running streams,
It gets happy, at the sight of red at the dawn,
The love of the horizon, forever, all seasons!
Then it still hides that sadness within, getting captivated,
in between, The Zero and the Infinity!
