A SEVERE SERENE SERENDIPITY SURREALISM

The night was calm and cruel,
The haunting and hilarious wind,
Hunting out all living being,
All hiding in their shelter,
Shivering all over place,
The echo blowing and stampeding ,
All over the jungle,
Again and against

The moonlight firmly holding up,
The serenity is severe,
As the lost soul is sacrosanct,
Mother cuddles her infant,
The calmness still erupting from divine devil of hope,

The Doomsday pushed away the surrealism,
The stupendous act of nature holds all bar,
All the sporadic contingencies,
Shut for quite sometime,

You tend for future but what about now?,
Right now you simply killing ,
this very moment ,
Don't loose the life of virtue,
You juggling here and there ,
Just for what?

Are you so consistent enough ,
to reach that pinnacle,
or to be a paragon of virtue,
or merely you are conscious ,
For sake of being the one,
And then you loose that end,
repetitively,

It dismay the regards,
of the lively and lovely life,
Wake up and move away from Surrealism,
for a while,
Which partially implodes the eclaircissement,

No, not at all, we don't want that,
We want unconditional vehemence of joy!,
No more adversaries no more ploy,
A severe serene serendipity surrealism.