How Lucky I am

To live in this beautiful world,

Where the lights spread to

Sparkle our thoughts.

And the night spread out

To invoke our thoughts.

How Lucky I am.

To walk the very steps

climbing up the Mountain top.

The lonely tree spreading

Its wings to give to shade.

How Lucky I am.

To be the child

Of the beautiful two

People in this world.

To hold there

Hands and grow up.

How Lucky I am.

To be with my friends

Who disturbs my sleep.

Force me to explore the unknowns.

The silly fights

And over the limit tauntings

How Lucky I am.

To know the true feelings

And the value of existence.

To find my soul and

To find the beauty in unrequited love.

To find the closeness between distance.

How lucky I am.

Above this to know

Myself and to

Keep my values I believe.

To have a constant

Presence over the  time.

How lucky I am.

That Day..

That day covered
with the yellow light.
From the crowd,
the unexpected dismal glimpse
of the one in front.
And the dressed up color.

The day reached noon,
the place went up.
The stage changed,
and that one again,
sitting in a group of three.

The pointed sight
went to the right.
The tables white and
that yellow again.
Which caught my eyes
was the waving black
making the yellow bright.

The sight I saw
and the solid imprint.
Fresh as the nascent leaves,
washed with the every morning dew.

The day it made,
the wandered strings to stay in place.
The connected place and the hope to meet.
The yellow light and the day it made.

The Forgotten Dream

Even a little Glimpse

I don't remember.

It would have been a nice one,

as with the happy face I woke up

The beautiful forgotten dream

I hope I remember again.

It’s there deep within my mind.

The unknown  colours of

the unknown flowers,

bloomed in the mountain

valley where the snow

has just left melted.

Was this the dream I saw.

Or the joyous moment,

I played with my family.

The kid in me going

to the extent just to

see the  happy smiles

in everyone's face.

No it would have been the one,

Where I would have taken

the wanted hands

which I have waited so long

to the walk of my life.

Where she was  beside me,

talking, laughing and sometimes a little crazy.

The walk through the narrow stretch

in early morning of autumn high.

The Golden Leaves paved as the carpet.

And the Snow white fog covering the distance.

The dew drop reflecting our faces,

A  walk worth in my life.

I hope this was the dream that I forgot.

The forgotten dream

and a beautiful one.