The dreamer...

I Watch the sun set;
the winter moon rise.
Watch the roses grow and wilt;
the Japanese Maple leaves turn red.
Feel the waves break upon your feet;
the fall breeze rustle your hair.
Feel the rain fall upon you; the lightening crashing around you.
Hear the crackling of the flames;
the hush of snow falling.
Hear the lullaby of the wind; the calling of your day dreams.
Smell the scents of your childhood;
the essence of who you are.
Taste the sun on your lips,; the joy of the world.
Breath them in and remember them.
They are the good in life.

My walk...

I walked past the maple tree ,whose shadow manifested upon me,
The dragonfly, drifted with the wind ,which swayed the branches of the tree,
And voices of children rattled while chasing the “drifted one” with all their might,
And the sky darkened, as twilight would have arrived .
I then heard the sound of the resonating tanpura and then a melodious voice…
The sweet sound of megh malhar seemed to have made me, discover the meaning of "lost in time".
The heavens had cried ,and I felt it…those drops of tears created the joy in me!
The smell of the fresh earth made me fall in love…