The Nature Touch!

Nature is amazing, gives pleasure on each of its touch. A little experience I'm sharing with you.....

See the high mountain lofty,

Yes there is trees’ green 

See them rippling like dancing

Yes the wind wave making them to

But also something there is

Hanging and swaying on the trees

They are fruits? They are not

They are savage? They are not

What’s undefined dimensioned? Not known

 

Wow they are moving, uff! now chasing us

Feel their touch how fuzzy is this

Coming, touching, tickling, running away

Really we’re jiggered what are they

Hide and seek playing to make us run

Not even tarrying a while when coming to hug

About to dribble from sieving wrapper 

The dark black CLOUDS, with cold vapor . 

Freedom in Boundaries

 Boundaries, boundaries and boundaries every where all around........... when I see this world with all these boundaries it makes me to think, being superior in thought process how free we are? Really are we free in this boundary-full world? Or better are those who are never asked where they have turned move ?

On the heighten hills, in deep valley

On sea beach and river banks

While looking up in sky, sitting on last mile stone

I have a thought, chagrining me inside

Sapience we are but what we have

Anticipation to prove and boundaries to go

Freedom of restrictions, with fake aroma 

Still feel us the best among all fauna

Seeing the bird free to fly,

Feeling the wind free to flow high

Observing the river free to ways

Staring the sky free of limits all away

Where are we free? Bound everywhere

Bound to continent bound to country, to language and states

Bound to religion to caste and to lineage

In status, in profession, even in cloths we are bound

Still I am,

In the pursuit of Happiness with boundaries all around    

Bigger Enemy?

Is life a joy, no one wants to loose

Or paining truth like enemy?

It’s a journey, shows something every time

Or defeat? snatches whatever we want

Like clear page to be ruled and write

Or a designed module just to go through

More faithful is the death? the ultimate truth

Or disloyal, never comes whenever yearned

It relieves the pain, the soul may have?

Or pains the souls around

It gives the way to reach heaven?

Or to leave heaven we made here, all the way

  

While sitting alone thinking only

Being truth which one is loving?

The life! Made to feel the truth of death 

Or the death! Realized to live the span of life