My Voice

With passing winter comes the halituous spring, But memories of closeness still smells preety.  Heavenly bliss of new season takes the sensation, But the feel of your heart still reminishes our destiny. Life blooms out of a cacoon fluttering towards the sky, But my wings have fallen in the hands of the indelible. The shadow of the Oak tree is soothingly defining time, Running away from change now life seems to be a long travel. In the thought of the coming spring, I see a mark of remmembredth upon my hand. When lusty heart blossomed to bringforth fruits, I have no razer to erase the old for a new. Reasoning with nature's wish of being young every year, I wish to sing like a nightanlge to make new memory.  Blossom by blossom as nature reflects its beauty, I wish to comfort tomorrow not by old hauling memory.

In the warm day of fading white snow, Cool breeze tickles like a feather through my face. Flowers with arm stretched to bloom, Aromatic breeze teases like a sent through my nares. A soft bed of grass cuddles to let the day pass, Gazing to the clear sky my breadth sounds relaxed. With fading light the shadows now seems to grow, Harking through every foot step my life feels occupied. The night of twinkiling stars afire the cosmic presense, Aching neck now nods right and left to get asleep. The cool breeze brings with it a flood of thoughts, Beating the silence now countless question ecos deep. Long forgotten the town i come from, The wait for love still remebers kindness. With arms gaping to heal the raw soal, The naked eyes still dreams of the greatest happiness... To be Continued....