Ansatz to the subtle verge,

Ikons of the collapse and merge,

Eternity to be slowly caught in thirst of urge-

Orchestrated symphonys
Lazily hides the random keys
Dynamists fail to find the impetus-

Berserk, turns the complex mindOntogenic-from none to trine,

Yesterdays coins that jangle now in tomorrows purse.

Yes, some have that blessed tragus

Oystering the phonetics from beggars
Uttering a solemn pledge to conformal truth-

What cannot be deemed by mortal senses,

Illusive guards to feigned fences,
Laughter, as the messy meninges
Languish the shock on aged youth!

But the symphony has other chords,

Escheric pis and lots and hordes,
Charismatic, the way vague beauty decorate voidsOn the dreary dusk of contemplation
Meagre clouds of curbed emotions,
Encephalons still weakly smile in the humanoids.

Nestle in the cozy hyperboloids,

Eulerian eyes make the vision spoiled?
Unabated, the rhythm you had heard that day,
-------Means are scarce, but men are strong
Astound themselves, they can-for long
Never to kneel to the fractured realm , never to pray
Now, friend, its all yours- a predators foray!