Your face in rising morning sun
Cool, bright with mystic touch
Peeping through the veil of black and white clouds

You should find the shoe
In which you can fit in your beloved
Like fairy tale Cinderella

The spectacles of empathy
World will look better
It will be more beautiful

To be a time traveller
To know the origin of my bond with him
To simplify the threads which entangled here

Planted a brown lifeless stick
On the barren land of school
watered it from her water bottle

I asked her
"Dear what are you doing"
She said
"Mam I am planting it to make it green"

I told her
"It has no sign of green. It is not going to turn into life"

After few minutes
I saw her planting a green leaf just very close to brown dry stick

Might be in hope
"To see green leaf dry stick will turn into green stick"

Her innocent act of plantation
Weighs thousand times more than who just gave lectures on plantation on high profile plateform to gain appreciations.

Time is an imaginary frame of life in this universe
It keeps everyone on the line of imagination

Crust of time takes me up and push me back on the trough of life
It goes so smooth as if it is fixed by some force

Oscillation and escalation of time binds everyone on the neutral line

Rarely some break the transverse of this time line
to create immortality

It starts with high frequency at source
As the time passes frequency comes in descending mode and then disappear in this medium of life