A ticket to past,
I wanted so bad.
Relive memories or change them,
As they were crazily mad.

To be satisfied with the present,
Enjoying everything it gives.
Appreciating the stability,
As the water supports the ships.

Yellow flowers are blinding the world,
After harsh conditions they glow.
The seasonal cycle is changing,
World gets a new flow.

Softness of spring,
Insects have started to spawn.
Like the secret garden of fairies,
The tall grass stays on the lawn.

Moon is drowned in tbe bowl,
Dim are the light deep lakes.
Hit by a potent power ,
As anything it takes.

Colour is peculiar; hazy yellow white,
Standing out amongst the sky.
One gaze and forgotten,
Anybody would begin to fly.

Cruel remarks; hurtful words,
Repetitive uttering of demeaning others.
No need to witness their pain,
Or see that their life is vain.
Atlast, I know they are in agony,
Me having faith is proof of it.
Afterall, what is a bigger punishment,
Than having a mind which only thinks about demeaning others.

One colour that exists everytime I look out,
Having different hues which together dance.
Glorious green grandeur,
Admiring each other at every chance.

After rain they seem to darken,
Contrasting the sky full of clouds,
Seeing their acceptance to new stage,
Clears all of my doubts