Mind is worried with fear and doubts Heart is filled with cry and shout Walking across the pathways, Clouded are your thoughts as always Your playlist is in auto mode But the heart is stuck on unary code Out of the blue , eyes go wet You try to hide those in rainy sweat Lost in taciturn, lone I walk Hearing the mind voice ,as they talk
The cry of born baby is always fascinating The cry of the growing baby is happiness of first walk The cry of child is a playground wound The cry of the boy are his high demands The cry of the youth is his teenage problem The cry of a guy is his lost love The cry of man is his fate The cry of an aged is his weak bones THE cry for the person is for a lost life
All cries are experienced But to save are very handy Depressed cries are the worst But it strengthens your emotions like a burst Each step gives you a skilled strength But bottle of emotions still filled in heart To conquer the bottle is difficult But to flush out has to be the final result The Emotions Of Strength are tough to battle with But an ultimate part of body to fiddle with
Rains have arrived in my country Stranded in study room for a year had left me dry and doom
Inexplicable connection to nature I shunned my laptop for creature Road trip to Ghats made me feel alive Peeping my face through window I felt my need for meadows Watching young boys sell berries ,my heart silently cried.
Stopping by the roadside for a country corn is must But having served by a minor should my craving be just ? Nevertheless I continue my journey of nature .
Fascinated by waterfalls and mountains My clicking never stops . But unable to capture as doppelganger leaves me a flop.
So I shutdown the screen and feel the serene through my breathe . The tranquil is contagious but departure has arrived .
Way back to home is a mixed feeling To be happy for the nature or sad for the road kids ? Is always a question to ponder.