Oceanic

Standing on the shore…

 Water unfolding till the vanishing point of my own

 Changing color to the mood of the sky

 Twilight reigns not permitting to cut ocean from the sky

Standing on the shore…

Ripples waves seem to follow as healing coming all over me

Breaking into foam by creeping to my feet

After giving their self-going back on their own

Standing on the shore…

Whispering waves crashing, surging, retreating to its own

Seagulls circling with their songs, as if to put someone to sleep
Smell of ocean in the air a scent never sensed before

Standing on the shore…

Drawing faces from the cloud

Thinking which one will define you in right

Painting on your senses with a brush of my own

To fill the gaps in our understanding

Trails

Walk on a trail all by my own

To appreciate life in a deeper style

Butterfly flutter tangled me to her

On how she phased from phases of her life…

Walk on a trail all by my own

To appreciate life in a deeper style

Hound slow to rise with less endurance

Shaky bark told me his aging life…

Walk on a trail all by my own

To appreciate life in a deeper style

Cows in meadows

Mooed me her passing life

Walk on a trail all by my own

To appreciate life in a deeper style

Turtle walking slower than his pace

 Murmured his tale without a break

Walk on a trail all by my own

To appreciate life in a deeper style

Old age creasing bended me in & out

With wide eyes open to read it all

Been a part of their primes, makes me more hollow to the time

Plead to give all a peaceful life…

Your Playground...

Liberal hours took me to the park

Was it the chirping of birds or you who called me there…

Liberal hours took me to the park

Was it the adolescents’ enjoyment or your laughter called me there…

Liberal hours took me to the park

Was it the wind or your whisper in my ears…

Liberal hours took me to the park

Was it the dancing flowers or your hand waving to me…

Liberal hours took me to the park

Was it the green pastures or your color enticed me in…

Liberal hours took me to the park

Was it the open gate or your open arms called me in…

Liberal hours took me to the park

Was it the folks or you in different dresses charmed me in…

Liberal hours took me to the park

I Jester in love with you...

If a dream let there never be an end...      

Hope in your sphere each to see you in everything…

Everything seems right to me….

Everything seems right to me….

Two sides of a coin head or tail

Two sides of a tiff right or wrong

Respecting the creations by you

Where one stands differently to other

Everything seems right to me….

Two sides of a balance scale

Two hands tied in give or take

Respecting the time marked by you

Where one stands differently to other

Everything seems right to me….

Two sides of a scene starvation or excess

Two sides of an emotion ache or comfort

Respecting you to be never wrong

Where one stands differently to other

Everything seems right to me….

But positive or negative never fit this right

Being negative you face your phantoms

Being positive only emits light

I recognize only one side in this which takes me to your side