For the regeneration of life,A nap in the lap of nature,a medicine, a therapy it is. For all of our worries,For a frustrated, an irritated mind,a disturbed soul, and a fast beating heart,A nap in the lap of nature,Is the cure, a medicine, a therapy it is. For a life, you beg for,The calmness,the peace…
In the glare of little sunshine,In blossoms of pink daffodils,With buckets of happiness,Presence is you. It's youin the first rain to the fists,In the closed eyes of the nights,It's you - Seeking a heart,to console, and to burn it. It's youin the slump of dreams,In the wonders of rains,With the brand of stare.In the rivers…
Writing on leaves, the drops of fogsome sublime poetries,of life & lies,burning and dying,true love in the eyes. Escaping from the arms of clouds,falling to the surface of grounds,it cools the heat all around. Scattered onto the soil,it asks for an another life.a life of time, for a lifetime,nothing it says, but denies.
Whimpers in the maze of tough thoughts,A life with lenity.A thought of seeking coincidence,With wondrous epiphany. A morning that seeks night,But couldn’t.A night that seeks dawn,But couldn’t. It stays within,And asks quietly,Whether you’re,what you areor not?? When not heard,It stays where it belongs,Like a snail in its shell.
In the mountains, when the sunlight wakes her up, the morning begins, We see her brightly colored wings, She flies through the routes of flowers, rivers, brooks, and through the petals of blue delphiniums. Like a lady with courage and compassion, giving soothe to the eyes of lovers. like a queen of nature's kingdom, who…
The way she passed the bridge of my memory, I lost my way out of the senses. The lights of courage in me was diminished, Flaunted by the winds of first love.
Sitting besides the blue-ish river of Atlanta,
Staring, the filled sky with grains,
Glittering in the nights.
He beseeches for a masterpiece.
Stays somewhere, little ashes of thoughts, dawning in the middle of some stray stars, alone but surrounded, by meaningless bushes of burdens.
Traveling through, the different dusks and dawns of life, in the soft existence of itself, it echos inside the hard flesh of yours, listen to it.
Beyond the realities of the world, Beneath the quilt of imagination, a warm and placid life stays.
