N8URE_KOLLEZIONS

ELIXIR I sit in the dark Life and tragedy heart attack... I envy a child Whose parents afford a ride... I can reach for the stars Education would make a start... But I have no start up kit To reach the sky now But truly deep down my heart, I believe I would break limits... They said i'm from those dark pits where parents dumped and took to their heels... I was told how I was covered with blood and cords and left in the darkest path of the gully along the street... This even broke my heart the more as i wished to flee to the hills to get my peace in order... They said the dumper didn't even blink a sec and disappeared to the thin air; leaving me with the fate of gross darkness before they came... Whether I made it... Whether I still breathe… Whether I was devoured by cats and dogs in the street... They didn't even care! Rather they paid deaf ears; And only what they could hear was the drum beats of the  darkest part of hell to propagate the art ...

THIS JOURNEY OF OURS... The shackles... The crackles... The knuckles... The chuckles... All lies within the heart... All lies everywhere in all art... All lies with-out the heat of the environs... Can we have the serene? Can we have the presence? Can we have the peace of the rain without the breach in any system? Can we rise? Can we fly? Can we break limit without imitating the rust from the dust of the past? And from the shackles its pains left us with, In any area in the parts of our lives; So we can journey the life's path for this life to be more than the blend of fresh honey; Honey from the honeycomb... Transform your shackles to chuckles... Transform your crackles to a real soothing rhythm... T ransform your knuckles to ties of great love for one another... So that the chuckles will be so chortle And the laughter heard for generation to come and that which exists be heard... T o help us explore the real world of growth and greenness; Rather than being...