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

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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