It's called nature

Below the blue sky there’s ground
where everything is beautiful around
colourful flowers with the dews spread
and trees have leaves like arms to embrace
water from the rivers mingling in oceans
which forms clouds and bring rain as a season
has different climatic conditions and temperature
everything pretty and lovely, it’s called nature.

I search key to the heart

Every step is a challenge
I wonder often what happened
no solution to so many questions
I end up thinking for answers.

Every mile is a memory
I eye only beauty
what I see I grab
like a friend I interact.

Every thought is a misty
as a cloud it’s hazy
not easy to identify
I really don’t know why.

At last I search key to the heart
when my mind mystify and hazard.

Thoughts.....

We all think and have thoughts
which are more like clouds
sometimes it shows silver lining
and sometimes no shinning.

Few thoughts are humid
and others are lucid
we often don’t understand
and complain to withstand.

But nothing is senseless
always there’s some guess
whether it’s helpful or useless
or meaningful or hopeless.

We have no control over thoughts
it gives wings to fly in whereabouts.

Season to fully adore

These days everything seems
superb like beautiful dreams.

Flowers have a new shine
and sun shows a new whine
a new fragrance is in the breeze
my eyes like everything to seize.

There’s novel freshness in the sky
plus clouds are lucid above high
every day appears as a new flavor
like an ice cream it all cover.


Monsoon is the season to fully adore
everything is pretty like never before
I love and enjoy this time of year
as it’s lovely and a source of pleasure.

Thousand colours...

Dreams are of thousand colours.
Sundry thoughts give me feathers.

When I take wing to the garden of heaven...

I wish to live always in the season
where the weather is just awesome
The fragrance of flowers is like a peer
with whom I want to play forever

When I fly above the earth in the sky...

In the softness of the cloud
I walk all over with no crowd.
The sheen of stars dazzle
I feel like a diamond tinkle.

I often take a flight to a new world
where there’s no person and soul.

Bliss of Monsoon

Flowers are as beautiful as ever
I feel most pleasant is the weather
The joy I have is never seen before
I see everything wonderful as a tour.

There’s a song in the air
It‘s melodious and fair
The dew is shining on the leaves
I feel life has brightened in brief.

Clouds appear more like a snow
It's like sky has opened a window
Dreams started taking new flight
As I am loving it in full delight.

This is the pleasure and bliss of monsoon
I feel and enjoy every dawn, night and noon.

I will paint......

I will paint the sun in the sky
to get sunshine in my life.

I will paint the stars in the sky
to get the shine in my life

I will paint the moon in the sky
to get the moonlight on my face

I will paint the clouds in the sky
to get the happiness from rains

I will paint the colors in the sky
to make my life colorful and bright