Reading is like Sitting under A canopy of trees Listening to the humming of bees Chirp of birds A gentle breeze soothing the mind Absorbing the warmth of the early morning sunshine Being one with nature A solitude Undefined Peace
Writing is like An ever flowing stream Cascading rills Sparkling placid waters The essence of nature The different seasons Like a flurry of emotions The moments lived Reminiscing the times The Moments to come The moments one dreams Different reasons Wrapped in words ideal Writing is Therapeutic The essence of it all
some memories preserved for special one, some reserved for long, some freezed with time, some released some memories' fragrance yet infused in the ambience when they cross the mind the life gets new vibrance