Animation in Skyline

Do you know where the empyrean touches the ground
Knocking our mind mused in sweet lapse of reason.
In a fusion of our complacent astronomy, the
Contemporary chemistry approves the alienated sun
That glows in splendid imagination- to our surprise
It stays there for eons enticing frail human mind.
And the cynical dwellers spattered in a momentum.
 
Though I æd not shape the traditional moon in audible sky
When frenzied crony absorbed in cosmopolitan waltz,every
City light creeping towards the recognition
of conditioned air and orthodox trees;
I bent down to my face, I could
Pick up a historical dust - spotter of decays
By the antagonistic lampshade.
 
How about a derelict neighborhood,
Preparing for the gloaming of disloyalty
In horizontal subtlety of God.
It laments the disguise of sanctimoniacs.
Will we agree to that tenacity someday
Before its porosity æd harm a possibility of survival.