It all makes sense,
that it is not in the mortals
to create beauty and leave them
hidden in the most absurd places;
always visible and yet overlooked.

It will all make sense,
when late in the night,
you sit outside
and the smell of blooming Jasmine fills the air,
the crickets chatter loud and proud
while a silent melody takes over.

It will all make sense,
when in the early morning,
you sit by yourself and look
at the palm of your hand,
flip it back and forth and trace the lines.

It all makes sense,
that the divinity resides
all around us and within us.

The rain was calling me
to join it.

Just like the wind that
caresses the rain, swiftly;
I joined the soaked land.

It was just me and the rain.
And suddenly, it was me,
the kind stranger with umbrella and the rain.

In the gloomy dark
I chased the light everywhere
The dark drenches me

Starry veil flickers;
Drapes in the velvet embrace,
The queen of the night.

The little tree
with the soft breeze, it danced free
Amused; at the tales
the breeze brought, it felt
The little tree had a dream
the desires of happy brim
To be like the red tree
from faraway place and have its roots free.

A calm weary voice comes from the corner:
'Freedom is the death of mourner.
We want the pain inflicted upon us to fade,
The time heals it all, after we're dead.'

I wish to get soaked in the rain,
and dry my flesh by the sunlight.
When the day gets too bright,
I want it to be hit upon by the night.

I wish to be carried away
by the wind,
here and there; wherever it takes,
I don't mind.

I wish the ground to hold me,
very tight.
So that when I fall,
I could still stop my flight.

The fool talks about the legends and the myths
While the wise man learns them and be grounded by it.
The wise man was once a fool
I ran out of words thus you be cool!

Cheers to the new colors!
Use them to color the sprouts of love and kindness
Passion, courage, success, growth and adventure with a stellar face!

Paint the new series of events in your timeline;
might not last long but the impression will shine.
May you remain unknown to fear, tear, and sear
Wishing you a Happy New Year!!!

Once it was a voiceless bellow; thundering nothing
Then it seemed someone was whispering
Now, he knows its delirium in the ear
To which he is aghast and slumbers with fear

A gust of fresh air;
By nature is what the greens share.
When shared by people, it brings sparks to my eyes
and with joy my heart cries.

Leaves and Trees; the green,
In a gentle breeze they swing
The chirping sounds of birds,
In my ears they start to ring

The great Waters,
When in the Sun they glisten and shine
The high hills and mountains,
I sense their solitude in mine

The stars
In the dark, they sparkle
The sky
With the patterned clouds, leave me startled

In my room,
I sit to write
For the tears,
That didn't fall when I cried.

The vines were jeweled by the raindrops,
In a blooming green field; danced the crops.
I was gazing at the sorcering sight,
The rain teeming the green with its might.