I fear a little. always.
when I feel silence,
amidst city cry, long
traffic jams, in a
crowded market or
in any party with friends.

I fear a little. always.
When I find chaos.
around me. inside out.
near a river bank or
In a park all alone.
Or during a walk
on a  long empty road.

I fear a little. always.
When I find myself,
thinking about others
being alone. or thinking
about myself. only.
amidst other around.

I fear a little. always.
when I find everything
monochromatic. around.
Amidts different shades,
on the soft green grass,
under vast blue sky. or
with flowers around.

We seldom call Autumn
beautiful. or never.
Because things worn out
and even blossoms fall down.
There's dryness all over. right ?
What if the Autumn is in love with soil.
and to heal its wounds,
Autumn puts flowers on it.
There's dryness all around
for autumn mourns on
the dead part of soil.
It's not always about beauty.
It's about feelings. sometimes.

Without you each season feels like Autumn. to me.
With you even Autumn turns into Spring.

                (Seasons you make me feel)

Watering only makes the
withered blossoms, fresh again.
While, watering a fresh
one makes it decay. soon.

It's important to wear out.
sometimes.
In order to bloom again.

When they fail to feel the inside of you.
They try to break you. to see what lies within.

I won't let the air, the storm
enter amidst us.
It's better to suffocate. being in your love.
Than to breathe in air. unloved.

I'll remain soft. always.
Even if you slay me. someday.

Many crushes flower.
still, it never loses its softness.

                   (be softer)