In Times of Change..

The smell of mud, I cannot smell
Spread over vast lands beneath my earth.
Seems like a play of space
As stars wave out to their shadows below
The gigantic spherical sense dawns,
From my 10 inch window.
The thin line between night and day
Cuts through as I blink my eye
This arrangement of elements so sweet
My heart beats for the work of that man.
Messy in close proximity
One dainty scene from a bird's eye
The owl in me gets a glimpse of paradise.

BLUR

It's so nice when the vision is blur, from all that hurts one is away, and brings about a sense of deafness.
The eyes can make mistakes in judging one's own from a hater. With eyes closed, there is no peace as the face stays in the virtual darkness and teases you. Your stupidity. Maybe just your innocence.
The blur has you weeping without emotions. Walking into disturbed nature and not obliged to share plesantaries. Fake ones. It wishes that it doesn't recognise speed and the body loses itself by being killed mercilessly. But this brings great joy. Seems like an act of mercy.