The cracks in the ground,
Captured the old foot prints,
And in return spelled,
Farewell under my sole.
Soliloquies of a wanderer,
Thoughts repeating like a mantra.
Summer comes, summer goes-
I hid behind those hills,
Between the valleys,
Yelled at the peak,
None heard my plea.



My soul desires to blend,
In your gravel made road.
Would you keep me for every summer?
For summer comes, summer goes.
If you let me go,
Who knows when the next time will arrive,
For this wanderer to ever return -
And taste the joy of another sweet escape?

The loyal breeze promises me,
The best is yet to be seen.
I heard the poets write of love,
Within the trails of your palace.
Nature is a beautiful chaos,
Of an unknown universe
And so is poetry.


I walk and chase each and every sunsets,
Without the night wearing me out.
But summer comes, summer goes.

Lust remains to touch the arches of your mountains,
Feel the shade of gold and green.
Swim in the reflection of the milky blue sky,
I’m with strangers,
But with you, I am with no one.


I dream, I dwell and swim in your intoxication,
I breathe in the smell of fresh fire wood.
Hear the cracking of twigs under my feet,
And dance with the evening mist.
Faith will be my grace,
With which I will caress your beauty,
And praise the one above.
For He has given life to lush greenery,
To every waves, ripples and sun beams.


You have become my summer,
I hold your ray in my right,
And your crystal magic on the other,
Summer, look what I have become for you.
A fire ball made of your celestial hues.