''In being in me as the coast'

'with itself the tides the crests ,the sky as the query , when it is host of reversal version with abundance of spill , let the beams struggle with the shadow of clouds ,how strange is the smile which is just stuck on lips at ' PAUSE' .

let the chords reverberate ,let u have aloofness from the sorrow .
Glance at such a view with an ecstasy ,upon the mischievousness of happiness .Froth over the beats ,blow it magnify the minute transparent appearance .

The lap not a couch the same elastic unbending rope , helpless before the rational observance
Those memories at the backyard of you, running like a whirlpool ,knocked ignition of peak hour.
For it won't accept the tyranny of the lines intercepted in continuity .

For the same halted wish remains stand ,come for the ways parted will get unite ,walk over the algal bloom again ahead is the grass full of dew waiting for your footprints
for the feat of hour dances with ripples !