The Colors of the Fall!

I write a new verse, I write a new verse,
Everyday I want to converse,
I fell fall n will, in these colors of the fall,
This fall of love,
Has put me above,
It’s getting so cool n hot,
I try or not,
Flowers look faint, with scent,
By your bright magic lent,
We ascent as if we’re meant-
To live n give, maybe be one,
Under the Sun, on each turn,
n I know this fall shall never end,
As it began with the big bang – before we could comprehend,
Fall I fall, wait for you to appear thru the wall,
Nothing can stall if it’s Her call,
The Colors of the Fall,
The Colors of the Fall,..

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The Me Other

I want a me other,
Who’ll sweat me sweeter,
But there won’t be any matter-
‘Cause he won’t ever bother!
He feels like a brother,
that’s out of another,
even if you ain’t the me other,
you make me unrather,
leave of the choices farther,
But, what about the me other?
Findin him is so harder,
binding is no smoother,
yes brother, you no me other,
but I can’t leave you either,
The Me, the brother n the me other,
May mix together,
to love gather,
But the rain can’t cross the weather,
There are walls of mortal mortar ,
Let the Sun arise n let it get brighter,
Yeah, next is I’ll be a fighter,
As I feel alighter, held by the highter,
Let’s pull the all-righter,
The Me, The Brother and The Me Other…

ForAll X!

ForAll Ex! For La-Test! ForAll Next!
I love truly, quite foolly, and yes fully,
Each one that has ruled it,
You all fine, don’t mind, you drooled me,
All the evolutions you fuelled me,
Were ecstatic that allured me,
I know you were for sure him,
who is yet to meet to have pulled me,
every love has at last puled me,
I have some pains n recovery,
and a beautiful story,
we last the realities fairy,
we aren’t as we were merely,
Waiting for the most dearly,
Until it seems over nearly,..
or maybe not, I’m no yet eighty!
Maybe my kitty is faster than me thirty!
Anyways, lets have the next round of the equilibrium Weinberg-Hardy,
Here it starts random, but ends in what best is,
Yeah, it is this simple as it absurd is,
I love sturdy, nerdy, buddy wordy,
let’s miss, kiss, without a hiss , right you heard it-
let’s miss, kiss, without a hiss, n get dirty,
fly to infinity getting birdy,
Turn the selfish love into the one for all-high-everybody,
ForAll the X, the ex, latest n next,
I text my appreciation as He’s ordered it,
n wondered it, yeah wondered it!

 

The Awesome Narcissism!

I know someway I’m great in the sum,
For the gals when I hum n the  guys when I blush plum,
Yeah, you got me right, it’s Narcissism- one that’s awesome!
The one that’s awesome, has never, however, close come,
But I feel I’m nice, even if they don’t say affirm,
All are born equal and everything us will be of Elysium,
And we are sure to meet while on the perm,
Which I’ll wave over the missy-studs infinitum,
I know we’ll excite like an atom,
I had no clue or a datum,
of this possible evo-rum,
with the beautiful quorum,
Oned at each stratum,
Where all are kissed mum,
By all us awesome,
Within the Narcissism that’s awesome,
The Narcissism awesome..!

The Crush Course: It’s in the Syllabus!

I do believe in the force,
I’m waiting for it to knock on my doors,
Life has been sweet but fine coarse,
Crush is in the lores, crush is in the course,
When it’s you, I have mores than crores,
You can have kinks n I sores,
But I see, fun n love in roars,
We need to purify passion from the ores,
We’ve the same sweet souls at the cores,
With whom the world love assures..?
I’ll redo until the love soars,
Before me  ashores,
Before me ashores…

बिन्द्वेका: from the unspaced

॥बिन्द्वेका॥
शून्ये सहजस्फूर्ताऽविस्त​ृता परा।
निरजन्योपा निर्जन्यैकमात्रा जाता सदा॥
उपजनकोपसर्वजनका सर्वबिन्दु।
ऊर्ध्वोपाधात्मविस्तारिण्येकक्रमा।
मेर्वमेरुचक्रसुमेर्वलन्करा सुधा॥

From the null,  spontaneously inexpressed ultimate is produced; it doesn’t have unspontaneously producible elements (of fundamental kind or otherwise) and thus is only entity spontaneously producible from the null, which as is obvious is produced (as we exist) and is eternal (as nothing in it can unexist once produced).

It produces, by unique hierarchical expansive-expressive pattern, elements of fundamental kind and others with everything in it’s pointself singularity, the carrier out of the evolutionary cycles over the expansive-expressive pattern, to ultimately equilibrate in the bliss, which is itself.

Self Is The Self

Self is the Self and Bliss, the Bliss – in the end,
All myself and the All-self is One, they each other  defend,
They each other commend, flow in the same trend,
All positive is  into the One, as all selves blend,
The Self  shall bliss  the One as from it all descend,
and to it all ascend, infinity that just scend,
infinity that just scend…