Aurangzeb’s dream

Capture the throne of roses

Called his gut

To

Annihilate the siblings

With a mask of humility

The night of might

Was the dream

Of

A savant

Called

Aurangzeb

“The Great”

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Dissect the colors

Twisting and twirling

Pulling and pushing

Knocking and standing

Vying and moving

Colors were interned in a single cell

Where the only ray of light was of the glistening eyes

Popping out of the closets

Of burdened minds

Let’s release these colors

Show them the light of the

Air

And allow them to dissect the

Dust

And bask in the glory of

Liberty

Therefore

Therefore I take risks

And do not engage in math

Therefore I travel alone

And savor the bounty of nature

Therefore I take decisions

And bother not about the details

Therefore I live

And let serendipity cross ways often

Beyond the shores

Could the shores of clouds

Meet the fiery flashes of the moon

Once?

Could the icy waves of the sun

Purge the rocky ocean

Once?

Could the metallic beasts

Gobble the rotund woods

Once?

Could the miniscule continents

Splash the tiny rivers with ether

Once?

Could the underground trees

Waft the rainbow of roots across the elements

Once?