Crusade Of Thoughts

By Akshita Srivastava

In the long run,

In every corner of the sun,

The givers and fearers establish,

A backyard with deep sown ruby blood and marble bones that act cliquish.

The year that seems our fear, passes by with ecstasy,

The survey of the little mind reveals the hidden thoughts in the valley.

They believe the little sagacity is as clear as water in a glass,

But they don’t let them fly when they try to be a glass in water.

Every time the lashes flash before the eye they convey a message,

on the edge of the cliff or in the thoughts of an ocean steadily expressing its language.

If the rocket destroys the tears burn, Which make the dreams come alive while the rested demons run.

Most minds try to get origin with a fun like swing, Some get it through a fire of ring. The truth is nothing but life is a dream One day when you’ll wake up, the episodes of your dream Will be connected with a beam.

The stubborn never hover over the top of a rock,

All they need is a plan with a huge knock.

By Akshita Srivastava