My gaze flickering across this landscape divine -

a whirlwind of sentiments unfolds.

Yet a single word echoes across my mind:

mine, mine, mine.


These hills, these trees, the distant shore,

as sure as the breeze caressing the steeple:

they are part of me, and more -

I am at home, safe, with my people.


I feel it, I know it, the comfort it sings -

whispers of safety, a lullaby to my broken wings:

familiar and gentle, deep in my bones,

the ancestry calling from ancient white stones.


Rosemary, lavender, olives, and fig trees,

they tell me of history, of proud victories;

of battles, of sadness, of stories untold,

the generations with lingering spirits of old.


This is my land, I belong here;

the soft hum of time; a smile and a tear.

it is something
wonderful

to feel like
you are

understood
by someone

it is the one
time you belong

for some of us
it is a fleeing

moment

we treasure all
our lives

it is like
all the precious

metals in the
world became

one and we
bury it deep

so we can
discover it

again

I miss you my darling
I miss you, sweetheart
I miss you very much,
I miss you this evening
when we are so far apart!
Again come to the beach,
Here I'm looking for you!

Oh, have you felt my love?
When I have touched you
along with an ocean wave
and you've smiled through
the right side of your heart!
The shore felt your sensual parts,
But I am so much into you!

Please, please don't stay quiet,
I know you have felt my light
You don't have to leave anything
Just give me some time
in the morning or evening
Just give me your heart often
When you can my darling!

In the wet village pathway
Suddenly, I met you,
You hid your face with the rainy leaves
and pulled the wet scarf on your head.
Those your lovely eyes felt so blushing
and the vines are tied to your nose ring!

The wet leaves of green forests
It's talking about your shyness
Those few words of your coy lips
made me smile a little more,
And the tears and love of clouds
were touching all of your beauties!

O monsoon, don't stop the rains
Come, come down as the storm
on this green forest of long trees
and make these wet leaves swim.
If the village road will get flooded
Then you'll ride on a boat with me.

Nature doesn't care about me
Does whatever it wants to do,
No, the monsoon rain is gone
and you're standing in the lank wet hair,
But my clime is far away from you,
So, I'm walking on my way alone!