from the old birch trees

on the wings of windto settle in life.

I am no more what I used to be.They say, they saved me from drowningWhile I attended your call of the riverThey say, they found me on tree topWhile I saw your smiling face in moon last nightThey say, they found me unconscious in the dunesWhile you called from far valley.They say, they found me…

And he made all false promisesBanking on it started accumulating nuts of choicesAnts realized his intentions and dragged him to media.

to the tunes of dewsthe wind carries lusty scentand sunrays are gentlethe clouds are thick and richand ocean play symphonyradiant spring bloomsthe spring time is a gift from GodYellow faces of daffodilssings and dancesand occasional rainresounds pit, pat, pit, patmixing memory and desireof mellower seasonNo gem or gold can give this pleasureNo melody is better…

It takes me through several stages.The tangerine of childhoodPlays with the rainbowAnd reaches the blues of youthfulThe white taking for jobsThe red showing signsThe amber making watchfulGreen making happy are some phasesThen slowing the dusk of the dayAnd back to the tombIt shows all colours

Our relationship swings transversely.High as sky,Low as earth,Our love flies between two of them.Playful like riverClam like seaWe both come to the terms after every tussle.Night with dreamsDay with realitiesWe try to balance our life between day and night.We say that we love each other unconditionallyYet we fall for the materialistic world traditionally