Eternal Bliss

When I see the cloud gazing up above
In mushy slushy shapes and manner
My heart just hops with a quirky throb
Playing the strings of a marionette

The blisters healed clueless never pecking me
The sordid tune of a daffodil's dream iterates
The summer's waves and wintery chills
Crooning the melancholy of an Autumn's realm

The vagabond within me strolls all along the way
People call me crazy for floating miles
Once's upon a time, in some wallaby way
The lazy man had twirled many funny words

'Once a loner, always a misanthrope'-Observers say
Alas! no one seeks within the layers of pain
Pain is an eternal bliss, who can escape from it?
The philosopher within self fails to agree more.