
A sketch of love,
A sketch of thoughts.
A sletch of the day and a beautiful thing made glowing in the night.
A sketch of truth,
A sketch of hugeness,
Which is the mind,
Where the love begins.
Adios!

A sketch of love,
A sketch of thoughts.
A sletch of the day and a beautiful thing made glowing in the night.
A sketch of truth,
A sketch of hugeness,
Which is the mind,
Where the love begins.
Adios!

Unable to think
Let’s fly above the mountain sky.
Let’s sing a new song..
With the lyrics a bit longer than the said song.
Unable to think,
So be happy and true.
Adios!

History,
Is time,
Which makes everything in itself to be thought over for history is often wrongly said and written.
Adios!

Humankind needs rejuvenation,
But that needs to be through one’s mind.
Mind is such a device,
That plays havoc with one’s well being.
Humankind is suffering for their own selfishness, idiocy and foolishness.
Hope is their only way out.
Adios!

He throws the ball,
As his little brother plays around.
They play for the whole day,
Yet they don’t get tired.
But the story doesn’t get over here.
This has been played in a little boy’s mind.
And that boy is God.
Adios!