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.

Every time when the wind carries itself
From here to there,
In the midst of the grey,
The trees welcome its grace
With gossips and claps.
And the sky that roofs this
Earthly sight
Steams up in delight and pours out the pearls.
The land rejoices upon the gifts showered from the heaven
And tunes out soft happy melodies.

Thunder, that courses through the distant horizons
Declares its presence now and then
And swiftly in a flash, traces- in its divine light;
The play of the dark
That has long reigned the night.

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.

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.'

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.

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

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.

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.

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!