An Evening

An Evening

I see the sun setting down the west with usual laziness.
I see the east side awaiting Venus with usually unusual brilliance.
I see the daffodils winking in naughty gestures of bee in the surroundings.

I see the roses pouting their lips as the stars haven't appeared yet.
I see the whistling breeze humming like a happy poet.
I see the clouds joining hands with the wind in writing a classic ode.

I see the butterfly fluttering by the lily's side.
I see the honeybee murmuring with his beautiful bride.
I see the drizzling rain droplets taking a cool shower in the ponds to show their pride.

I see the snow facets melting on the green leaves.
I see the firefly blazing and dying to chitchat with my fond eyes.
I see tiny tides in the river twisting like a ballerina flaps and waves.

I see so much and so many wonders in the world.
I see nothing new but yet with the same love and wonder them over and over.
I see my eyes excite the same way even after I saw all of them a thousandth time.

Why?
I see!
Who stops admiring the mother just because one admired her many times?
I love the fact that I am a part of this mother's nature.
I am proud for I am the son of my mother nature.

See You......

See you

Just within the span of a blink,
What a lovely long and blissful journey!
A journey into the world of magnificence
Magnificence in the dreams about an unknown lightening.
Unknown to my every sense but known to my eyes.
As my eyes seem to know all about all.
But I let the strange enigma grow that says,
Who is she?

Just beside the peaceful and dancing water waves,
What a flash, much brighter than the Sun's image in it!
Beauty can make such a difference and allure the soul so much
Is a frisky fact I realized an evening.
A star can shine but nothing like her in any world.
What if a real star happens to glance this breath taking shine?
So I can honor only the star to give her a name to call her in my dreams.
But I let the strange enigma grow that says,
What could be her name?

Just on top of the world that I can see,
I can see the sky giving farewell to the crimson Sun.
Something averted my eyes off the usual beautiful view,
And threw them on a walking sculpture full of life and energy.
Who else could have made this breathing statue,
If not the Almighty's undeniable dexterity?
I still let the strange enigma grow that says,
Where could she be from?

Imaginations may be beyond the barriers.
Confessions may have conclusions innumerable.
But it is a reality which I think is incredible and invincible.
I may not say, she is in my heart.
But she is for sure forever in my eyes and thoughts.
Thoughts that will stay in my eyes ever and ever!
I let the strange enigma grow to the heights of my hallucination
Which says, who else could ever deserve her,
If not me?