Today trees play the role of minstrels
with the wind aiding to their songs.
Birds fly and chirps
and whispers among themselves
perhaps they too feel,
what a beautiful day it is.
Sun burns bright and exuberant
filling each corners and every curve
with it's best of the lights.
And every now and then
flocks of stork wander tirelessly
and soar low and high
in this radiant ocean of serendipity.

Some tunes with them
do not only carry
melodies rhythm and beats
but a few of them
tells us of stories untold
desires not met
love not found and
a crimson heart dumbfounded.

when there was nothing bright
you came out like a sun
in my sky.
when there were always lows
you bound a spring to my toes
and made me leap high.
you were always there
when i needed utmost care
you are the only angel
i hold in my heart
and can't even tell you
about the demons in there
fearing you would fly
i hold you captive
but....
i feel it's all
worth a try.

I am blind
even then i fear the dark
and everytime
when i am out
it's all black in there
i ain't a part you see
then why does it
makes me feel
that dark and black
are now in ****** heart of me
i am blind you see
even then i fear the streets
such darkness is inside me.

There is something with that tree
it makes me feel so free
then i look up to the sky
my soul goes out to fly
and when i am gone
with the birds
i feel so lonely up here
then i feel... oh ! love of me
i have done the unforgivable
and when i am done
all alone i look down to the fields
where wrong and right meets
then i feel this is it.
This is the land of the unforgiven.