The fabric woven with rays of the sun, <br />Can match with the laces from the moon, <br />I am a weaver, weaving my thought, <br />Out of the shades of bright and dull mood, <br />When I am flooded with serotonin and dopamine, <br />The brain is in the ecstatic state, playing with fire crackers, <br />The orange and red sparkle on the blue helipad, <br />The background noise is less and nostrils start, <br />To hum the melodious music, that soothes the heart, <br />To the core to take me to the next level, <br />In the pleasure chart, amino group has a nitrogen, <br />So nitrogen is the fertilizer to the cognition, <br />As it is too good to the green and colored Yes masters, <br />Which always obey the order of the colorless wind, <br />If these try to disobey, the swirling wind would uproot, <br />Or break their tinted branches to instill the black fear, <br />To the emotionless willow, that can only wilt, <br />To be yellow and brown to feed the microbes, <br />Miles of satin in blue spread on the oceans and human, <br />Light years long white silken thread covers the truth.<br /><br />veeraiyah subbulakshmi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/let-us-weave/