The colours of Autumn,
swaying to and fro…

All weak, alone and depressed I stand,
No one will ever understand…

Small hot summers are gone
wet long monsoons are here…

It made my blood boil with rage
Listening another story…

Cry softly little one,
Don’t shut your eyes and dream…

There lives a tale in the lotus filled waters…

What is more in life?
We reaching a great position?…

Don’t wear this
Don’t wear that

‘Once’ is Old,
And ‘Forever’ is a Myth…

I read , I write
I laugh , I cry…

Time flies
Memories fade…

‘I don’t look more happier’ ;
‘Than I do when I am with you’…

She stood on the shore, with arms folded
Shallow waves continued to caress…

Landed in a pool of sadness
In a haste, had to leave…

Birth……
The green blade peeps out…