In my breaths,– Gautam Kumar
the dissolved ashes of your love
are left somewhere,
it raises itself,
and covers me in dust,
when the known wind,
with the smell of yours,
Flowers have the most adorable tantrum of all, they look at you BEAUTEOUSLY, you look at them in anticipation, they make you fall for them, but, once you pluck them to keep them with you, they will start fading, and die, suicide.
Let it wash,
the old memories,
the hurts and pain,
to blossom again,
in the rain of love.
A me in me,
let it soak,
the mud again,
make me alive,
O’, rain of love.
“Heart whispers through the voices lost in silent winds of solace.”
“Never heard the Whispers of flowers, the stones remained stones.”
“In the lost tranquility, i still breath of unanimous trails towards peace.”
“Writing on leaves, the drops of fog, some poems of life, about smiling and blossoming, love in the eyes.”
“Written on her face, stories of her heart, can’t be heard but understood.”
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 visits her kingdom,
Greeting, praying, asking “how’re they doing.”
She roams across the mountains and forests,
rivers and seas,
spreading love and colors,
in a generous way,
to the clouds, stones, and waters,
in the zig-zag exploration of life.