Month: August 2014

How will it be ?


Aah ! I wonder
How will it be
when spring comes my way..

Frost shedding off the pines
Clouds will not be grey ..

Warmth will wash off
the layers of white
Along with sorrows
buried in them ..

Aah ! I wonder
How will it be
when spring comes my way..

Mist which hides me
will descend down
And i will forget
what is to mourn.

Aah ! I wonder
How will it be
when spring comes my way..

Streams of ice
will burst into water fall
The crater will be outnumbered by
fishes : red ,orange and yellow
diving in shades of blue.

Aah ! I wonder
How will it be
when spring comes my way..

Dormant seeds will crack open
embracing the rays
Swinging will be the winds
Land of grasses and hay.

Aah ! I wonder
How will it be
when spring comes my way..

Birds will arrive
and will the flies
to disrupt decades of
silence , solitude and sigh .

Aah ! I wonder
How will it be
when spring comes my way..