Grails

In the heat of grail,in the scenery of vast greenfields,in the raining time,in the harvest time,in the appointed time,

When the eagles burst through the sky

And flooded the greenfields with booties

When the meteors refute to exit cut through with verdant foothills 

So the arcane faded through where the grails now stood

In the appointed in the day of snow and bliss,in the days of harvest 

Of springs time,of treasured troves and best bits and knack of fortune,

Where the pleasured the heavenly sun

Amidst the declated gumsu in the golden halleys

Such curios,we unveiled sacred Stones to make a deferrence in the applomb towards the golden hills.

Exit the crucifix at the pitch of the golden valleys and unleash the pot of gold

We were erstwhile misers though misery persist until the intimidating pitch

Wild with golden dreams and bachanallian, with the arcadian rhythm 

Then luxury fell in our feet when we exit with the pitch.We have never never happier than that.

We spoke of the beautiful days not yet seen 

Of the future we never see as if we own the future ,the biggest level of insanity ever seen

Still we own the future as the priest of gallantry to earn us the tag'historical buffoons'.

As the little kids play with muck and loam 

Poking loam in the open space

So did we play and pun with beautiful dreams 

I was thinking about this poem with memoirs of my other poems'Live at the Repair Workshop 'and 

And the beauty and insanity of distant future

And the envisaged bliss of the dreamers

When the speck for poetry came and lo scribbled the letters from the iron pen.

We moved from bliss into bliss and we knew it was endless and romantically grew

We stunned ourself to the opinionism

Of beware of the other side effect of your pursuit 

Not to pursue stardom that you could barely afford.