MIRAGE

Wandering around the lonely path

with none, but my own contour,

The sweating day gifted by

the fiendish fellow, the sun..

In search of something

that comes often in dreams

A soothing breeze

that cools the fire inside..

It is love indeed

sometimes a pill for grief..

at times a slap over joy..

always an unsolved mystery..

Far over there

I see someone

with a sign of delight,

and hope for life..

It is Love, for sure

as it melts the soul..

Vanishing all pain and grief

Sparkling like gems..

Waving my hands

Craving for his hands

I strolled more 

Over miles..

It was sudden..

He was unseen

Making all clear 

it was just a mirage..

Love is a mirage

It fascinates..but,

often betrays

the one who urge for..

Now; again none in this path

Me and my thoughts alone

The mighty Sun

still warming in and out...

SEASONS

The cycle of seasons

moves on and on..

Each season comes and departs

evoking distinct joys and griefs..

The winter ousts away the heat

by its snowy cover

bringing calmness all the way

and slowly departs..

Then comes the mostly awaited

Spring of the year

showering the magical colours

of life and love..

The sun burns everything underneath

with the power of his heat

Drying up the pools and lakes

sweating up the fresh flora..

The fall comes like an unwanted guest

Each leaf withers in grief

leaving the trees naked and alone

waiting for the next cycle..

Seasons change the way it pleases

But they are never uncertain

They never betray anyone..

But humans do..