MOrning melOdies episOde three

It is favorable for a figure to remain passive in presence of brown boundaries

With stock of trades in addition trees

Tiny flying features always appear to interfere, for registering their presence

Acute capacity with fence

Restricts tourism here, to commence

This saved the scene for the native

Entirely and naturally creative

Stock of aqua allows to hope

For fish by throwing line near rope

Bait will be kept few yards away from a fall

For fish, oxygen in zone makes a call

To dare and enter

Alas will be caught in center

Folks with a faith carry carefully four pairs of bait, for their say

So sorry, nature’s law permits one fish in a day

As it has to satisfy whole town

Can’t let others down

Since nature will receive and own all specie either breathing or not

It is time that insights must be sort

Running water is rich with miscellaneous categories from centuries it hold

Fishermen interested in one that can be sold

After a high rate told

Sowing their luck at different range and rate

But inside breathers are familiar with the whiff of the bait

And avoid

If in a day on that pull one has already sacrificed

Keep calm

Their palm

Never complain this by diving out

Either tiny or trout

Whistle

 W e

 H ear it when enjoying break, everyday

 I t

 S ounds annoying since it announces

 T hat the joyous time at

 L ast came to an

 E nd

MOrning MelOdies Episode twO

It is fortunate enough to be alone when regretting pleasures that use to expire in no time

Early bright walk is required to find new delights and store these prime

That can create some visionary impressions, save sunbeams in eyes

those borrowed beams is a grant to sleep well when darkness arrives uninvited with cries

Every move of a leaf settled on a vase nearby will bring breath to death sentiment:

Not for of fright; but of sudden happening:

As all that arrive sudden use to weaken the judgment.

I at all times admire an account of Tulips that’s surround

As it wouldn’t dry breathe, staying around.

During a stay at carved wooden blocks arranged in horizontal,

In contrast hammered in vertical:

 To balance my world.

I by no means dare to slide my palm through steel slide stapled at sides:

Not since it hurts

In fact, it charge up me then alerts

Informs that I am still alive

Now, Its day five

Asks me to enter in mainstream, running into the pool. I converse to dive:

Need a rest on this landmark that sown;

Looking to call it a destiny and confirm it as my last stone.

Finally stopped following any paths

Started to tile the route that broken in halves,

And surroundings to benefit the upcoming pass byers.

She

 has little for worrying

But never static always hurrying

Careless about the blossom

Grace of eyes always uphold desire to converse

When found near the tree on the rock

Words will be embassador for a while

If chance granted still now from a pile

Tracing her near and far

Every season, every hour

At last found in personal reflection!

Can I

Can I bunk my life!

It has sunk me time to time

Alone sitting front of rain-shower

May I am a fake flower

I enjoy while sitting behind

Utterly lost there not find

Worried for all and sundry

This is the limit of my mind

Mother

Mother is whom

In whom’s garden we bloom

I will never left here forever

Her emotions are same ever

Though my feelings change time to time

But she greets with the same rhythme

Her emotions never ended

Because her woe with my nature mended

After me

I am the last line on the sky

First star sparkle and fly

The vacant chair left beside you

I am there but seems to the few

mOrning melOdies Episode One

I am walking early in the morning

Energetic air no horning

No uproar, no crowd

Telling truth no doubt

In the flesh alone

But soul and shadow follow on

Staring to trees while on grass

I am fine but mind across

Thinking about approaching days

Moment is that sun started throwing rays

Now attention towards surrounding

Flowers along with trees to me bounding

The pool is silent because of cold

Leaves are half dry and half fold

The idea in mind is of autumn

Close by building is packed up to bottom

Season for restaurant opening

Birds on track singing

Engaging songs will greet

On every minute moment and feet

Dew departed before my description

Every being paying attention

Carefully listening: What is conveyed? By the breeze

 Penetrating down with ease

Peace and authenticity should be in life

As evils are pointed knife

Ought to little its sharpness

With cautious and constant sweetness!

Heart beat

Music is a heart beat

Slow melody slowly makes a way into soul

Furnish expression on the whole

It has its individual charm

No disturbance no harm

Give refreshment to mind similarly

Offer sensitive refreshment to mind similarly

Liberated from worldly tension particularly

Fast is the heart beat of springing one

Acquires energy aimful for none

Then turn out to be motionless following that

Later than numerous combination of tunes at

Both standing behind the veil

Every tune is telling fresh tale

maiden

yOu are

The lost castle!

May big may small

Is with a harm hall

Having the silent atmosphere

Along the enchanting air

Known to none, slitted in halves

Dear to darkness enlightened paths

Tender rooms open or shut

With a single notion but

That’s untouched

Says the happenings

Ready for doings

Tower of seem less worth

It is since from birth

The glory of it is unmatched

Too fine and unscratched

Damaged with the time

But sustained calm rhyme