Thou art the cuisine divine,
served in plate with silver spoon,
thy aroma smells of paradise,
O’ thou lovely first monsoon!
You broke my lonely dream filled sleep,
sprinkling showers in my sleepy eyes,
then blowing wind with gusty blows,
you made me realize, how time flies.
You growled loud with thunder voice,
when I thought ’bout the fading past,
with a bolt of light you lit my path,
I took a breath and stood up at last.
“
Though art the cuisine divine,
served in plate with silver spoon,
thy aroma smells of paradise,
O’ thou lovely first monsoon!
You broke my lonely dream filled sleep,
sprinkling showers in my sleepy eyes,
then blowing wind with gusty blows,
you made me realize, how time flies.
You growled loud with thunder voice,
when I thought ’bout the fading past,
with a bolt of light you lit my path,
I took a breath and stood up at last.
“There is something about this breeze,
playful, calm and peaceful.
which tells you to be silent, feel
dance to the rustle, with steps graceful”
“for one more time, you feel your breath,
for one more time, you know you are alive.
for one more time, the music divine
sings in your ears, anecdote of thine”
am i good, am i evil? i’m done asking such questions to myself. i don’t have the answers. does anybody?
the flickering of the sleepy stars,
and the arrival of the new day.
The silent, still, crimson clouds,
have left me nothing to say.
If i would have been a painter,
I would have painted the colors,
the joys of the morning,
the hues of the lovers.
Just then a lightening struck across the sky,
Brightening the night’s memories in my heart,
A group of birds, wings open, turned by,
to embrace me, this new day, this new start.
feeling Canvas 