Serendipity

To...

Flowers that forgot to blossom 

Rains that hesitated to pour down

Melodies that weren't composed

Distances that weren't covered 

Love that was unrequited 

And a lot more other things

Still, I miss you…

November Winds

And again the November winds and misty mornings

Fluttering butterflies and rapturous bees

And a carpe diem is ringing inside me

Haven't you heard the minstrel melody that the wind brings?

Serendipity

A sojourn in the serendipitous moment

Radiates the essence of spring

Even in this winter solstice and hence

Blessed are the days and the nights serene

Melody

I've nothing to say to you 

Yet, sit with me 

Here on this bank of the sacred Nila

Let's listen to the divine melody of the river

And if you are bored, leave me there

Without even saying a goodbye…

Immortal

Darkling I will be a nocturnal listener

Of the bygone lores that the wind brings

Since time immemorial and

When I embrace the cool breeze,

I feel I am connected with whole history

As the wind has roots; 

Roots originate from antiquity

Developed as evading from history

Abraded as in contact with the time

Impetuous and sluggish often

And It has preserved abundant stories 

Of people, places and cultures from the days of yore