The season of winter has arrived
Sunlight is blocked
Cold chill air stands as barrier
I am drenched in the downpour of winter wind
From scorching heat of sun to this ice cold weather life is pulling on
Splendorous season I must say
Leaves getting filtered from trees frozen
Variegated light awakes me clicking and tickling
Finding moments of life's alterations, I rely on Spiritual invitation

Trees staring up at the sky and down towards the earth stand majestically
Patiently pondering and rustling Magnificently
Winds cooperate whistling and dancing joyfully
Least worried about the Seasonal change they giggle openly
After shedding the old leaves, they rejoice welcoming the new leaves merrily
When their leaves turn yellow, immediately they put on new fresh green attire elegantly

Viewing the art gallery from my soul ' s sight finding the art totally in the composed state
Getting them directly stored in my mind to visualise and demonstrate
She lyes slumbering stretching her slender legs and milky white thighs
Beautiful closed eyes, curled hair and the style brings aura of even fresh dawn to  sigh
Roses in my heart spring and white wooing doves of feelings fly
Sculptures of charming enchantresses in the dim Obscure light behind the curtains drawn
And the crucifixion of Jesus ' s structure carved out make me shiver to get stupefied

Stupendous scenic beauty, celestial bliss of Kailash
Clouds floating over, as if embedded in the sky
White swans briskly moving higher and higher
Mansarovar, echoing chants in the air  'shivoham'
Resounding loudly, Crystal clear stream flowing
Yogis, sadhus, travelers engrossed in the lovely topography

Quite surprising how life can flow in perfect synchronisation?
A difficult question asked by me to myself about it's regular mobilisation
Following few odd logics to sustain as recognition
It often becomes a problem to accept all the laws of motion
The rules formulated by ourselves in the earthy life's activation
Intruders's interference without fear embarking the individual in their own resolutions
Disturbing factors of perturbations

The vibes of inner self enthuses to trace imaginations
Evening glories are stretching towards crowing the night's commemorations
Expressions very often leak through the shutters of various reflections
The glass counter of vision witnesses adorable scenic sections
Jasmine emits lasting fragrances through the windows ventilations
Charming **** moon peeps and winks mischievously without alterations

Swelling ocean of life of youth gradually subsides by the raise of age
Highlights of the trips of youth still redeem that stage
Etching memories and the eternal bondings get disappeared
Solitude and sympathy only remains in the old age's  shore's vicinity discovered
Ironically tides of youthful spirits end up in ebbing
Resistance stops preventing bounds of control over aging