Memories shower delicately when Time lefts its colorful foot prints within me.
When waves of ecstasy, desire, rise in the heart, spring season unfolded a beautiful flowering tree.
Winds blowing from the trees, is like the tunes from the flute weaved with thrill
The path I walk, blossomed with a tapestry of colors with a heart of goodwill.
The beats and rhythms which I have kept deep inside my soul rose tenderly
The songs are coming out to the beats of the heart refreshingly.
A new inspiration is blossoming inside me, unfolding to shower all the pleasure
Leaving the moments like whispers of golden anklets in my ears for an expected hangover.
Was it the star that shone unblinkingly? Was it a path that blossomed unendingly?
Was it the mind’s game that is playing? Was it the true aspirations of the will trying untiringly?
As the moment approaches, the excitement to connect is blinding.
Silence faded and never coming back when you smile that is so mesmerizing.
You walk around talking like a cute little girl my beauty
The golden letters that I want to write have frozen like dew drops on your lips, sweaty.