PeepIng throgh wodden window, i glance the ethereal beauty of Sulinght
Amid the whole country by its soft delicate rays of september
The moods of festive beams are spreads under
The joy, the ectasy are calling me
The ineffable mood evoking within my souls are exploding
Not drowning me to my stupid pain
And i do clearly remember, the fast moving wind;
The intimate friends and brother, the splendid hours on the roofs
Kites flying high in the sky, as the dream we weave with freedom
Now, the path we are longing and walking are clear as september sky
Hope we fly high and make the threads stonger..
shame 2 - ANSWER FROM THE GOD
I know son why you desperately waiting for me to come.
I can come upon the noon-tide and took you where you want.
Put you in the bed of soft feather,
Sing a song to unfold your tiny eyes.
But son, your soul will die thousand times
To glance the feet of your own soil,
Whine like a child, to feel the ethereal beauty of mine.
So son, kindle the light of a hope in order to burn
Touch not the sorrow and revivify the passion you want.
Belive Me Son,
The smear you are holding on
Will be soon evade by our own virtue
Shone the shrine in the innermost heart.
Feel the presence of you in this vast universe;
and walk a steep ahead to feel the vibes of literal freedom..