THROUGH THE SPECTACLES

Oh dear !

It's time to fear...

I've lost my spectacles.

Those pair of glasses shade my eyes

From scorching heat of gruelling Sun...

Controls my migraine .. of life 

They are soothing yet like hard task master...

I can visualise ... not mere sight that is insight.

Oh dear!

It's time to fear...

I've lost my spectacles.

Without them whole world is like a spectre to me ...

I've lost my wealth of knowledge and experience...

This is not the life means to me 

No clear vision; no mission.

Only mistakes , bulge of rubbishes.

Oh dear!

It's time to fear...

I've lost my spectacles.

How can I see the eternal Providence?

Where Civilization starts, Uncivilized malaices too...

Those glasses of consciousness

Have broken apart..

I fear from being blurred.

Oh dear!

It's time to fear...

I have lost my spectacles of conviction, dignity and power...

Without real power I have nothing to deliver.

I am blind to eternity 

Fragile to humanity and insanity.

Oh dear! 

It's time to fear...

From failure , hopelessness and strenuous penury..

On a tempestuous night I am a sailor of radderless ship;

No direction, no goal. 

 Oh dear !

It's time not to fear...yes finally

On a sleepless night a messiah of my mind , my enlightened spirit came ..

I found my lost spectacles of envision.

It was always within me..

.. my lost self inspection and belief 

Now it's a spectacular world to me.