NEEMAS POEMS

All the world an illusion of art in creator's hands, the morning light, shady trees, lonely butterflies and captivating constellations. Moving ectasy in the minds of deep workers, holding on to the beauty of wonderful moments  Is this moment an illusion from the past ,  already played on the realm of time by God A play outperformed by the players from  different timezones, A glimpse of past, present and future,  rebounding through the spiral of time quantas Beautiful order of events connected  through the thoughts of great minds, Waiting for the master's order to activate  the vibrations of actions, causing things , circumstances, performances  for the earthly moments and life of earthly creatures created along  the waves of illusion......

  Those withery darkness encloses the warmer trees, Splinting within the magic lights of life, Squeaking far away an untold story of pain, Frozen trails leading to unknown woods. Dawn catch me with hope of happiness, Nature caressing her soft hands over my soul, Weaving a beautiful story of million attempts, but success slow to sneak to the place of waiting. Paths remained untouched, waiting for the arrival, Someone closest to the nature's heart and wind's friend,  Set aside foot to the lonely place written in the name, Finding it's masters words and its creator's face. Nothing lay unfound within the face of earth, Unfolds it's beautiful radiations to the true seeker, Igniting and luminating the path transcended, With bright colours of hopeful visionaries.