Canopy painted by Mother Earth,
waterfalls flowing down the Görges,
canyons wedged by a
liquid quarry,
dew dropped acres prepared for a pristine  greenery,
Is beauty really in the beholders eye?

A painting on squirrels back,
eye of the peacocks feather,
wavy contours on deers horns, and
eyelashes on a hornbill.
Is beauty really in the beholders eye?

Waves wanting to reach my sand castle,
mountains growing by the cloud cover,
rivers disturbing the rocks and yet gently touching my feet,
trails that make me feel hearty.
Is beauty really in the beholders eye?

Beauty is everywhere,
It’s absolute.
It’s constant.
It’s more than that meets the eye.

Wake up in the morning,
Rise and Shine!
Stay up in the front
that place is only mine.

Greet her with a smile
like the first day I met her.
Yeah its worth for a while.
I live for her. I will die for her!
Atleast that's what I thought.

As they say,
Too much sweet turns bitter.
The same thing happened to me,
could have been much quicker.

Now i wake up everyday
pretending to thrive.
The more I try to forget
The more I loose myself.

Leaving you was all I could do.
And you never gave a reason to stay.
Whether it was right or wrong
its eating me everyday.
I'm living the same day, everyday!

Ah, this is everyday bliss,
Fave author's new book, a kiss!
There are some people like me,
Who read the end first, tee hee!
Then unfold the plot's mystery,
In my book nook for literacy,
Daily reading time is bliss,
Open a new book, do I kiss?

The
On the stone wall
There stands
An empty bottle of
Lemonade
It was throughly
Enjoyed
By the person
Who left it there.

Rocks and
Rolls
At the bottom of the river
As i see
Through the crystal
Clear water
I am amused
By this
Thing called nature.