He said,”Look into my eyes O Sky. I am the Sun you have been looking for all this while.”
It seems I have lost myself in the beauty of nature while walking on my path.I believe it’s my destiny.I believe it’s beautiful.
Her light seems to be lost in the black hole of sorrow.It’s time to create that light again.
I see a beautiful transition,it’s when the silver hue replaces the golden hue of lake each night,moonlight replaces sunlight.
may be she wanted the rain, may be she wanted the flowers, may be she wanted the simple things.
every morning the sun wakes up to admire his flower and as the dusk arrives he slowly blushes as she sleeps
she kept seeing the world through a small window until one day when her curious feet stepped out of the room to be a part of it
like a kite she flies in the sky of success still pulled towards the ground by the strong string of humility
she’ll emerge glowing in the gold cloak of self confidence again
the morning wind is magicalas it takes away the feather of melancholy along with it