SPRING SONG

I look out my window,on a clear spring day.

I love to see the lush green trees swaying away.

I love to hear the cuckoo sing her springy songs.

I love to feel the march wind joke and play.

So many sparkling colors.

So much to adore.

Daffodils,tulips,crocis

And many many more.

O Nature you are beautiful quiet, and serene

In you I search myself, in your many shades of green.

O Nature you are pretty and bountious.

Thank you dear God,for bestowing it on us.

AUGUST DOWNPOUR....

Rain rain down the window pane,
pelting heavily on the lawn,
cleaning the air of the pollutants,
O Rain, why are you so intermittant.

Rain rain down the window pane,
pelting heavily on the lawn, Seep in the ground and puff it up,
for in the summer we have to well you up.

Rain rain down the window pane,
pelting heavily on the lawn,
Now its August and you are finally pouring,
Do show up in regions that are drying.

Rain rain down the window pane,
pelting heavily on the lawn,
Do not drought or deluge,
Do come again next year as fast as you can.

TO BAKE A CAKE...

I don't wanna brood over a badly baked cake.

I will chuck this and make a fresh bake.

I don't regret for having failed more than once

for with each mistake I have done,

I have learnt to stick to my guns.


Does that mean I will never bake the perfect cake?

It will take time,I know

for futile attempts will get me closer to that perfect bake.


Now I am so inured by failing that I don't bewail.

I know when I would succeed, kismet will then set sail.


So I am working on incessantly for that perfect bake

Someday I will get rewarded for all the ache.

God is watching,I know

He will never let me down.

He will open up ways to help me go get it on my own.

And then when I'd be meticulously seasoning my cake

God will be waiting to savour my perfect bake...

ONE LIFE...SO MANY SONGS

One life, so many songs,

Why sing the sad number,

Sing the joyous ones,

For they will drive away the sombre.


Feel the gusty wind in the end of June,

Drench in the rain for it's monsoon,

Look out the window,hear the canary sing,

Treat your eyes on the lush greenery of the spring,

Try and decipher the cuckoo's spring song,

I bet you will neva regret for having done it all wrong.


One life, so many songs,

Why sing the sad number,

Sing the joyous ones,

For they will drive away the sombre.


Feel the heat of the summer,

Take a taste of the sweat,

Watch all water in the acquarium evaporate.

Feel the cold of the winter,

Breathe in the wintery bluster,

Cuddle up on the couch sipping hot gingery tea ,

tapping your feet to Mr. Mister.


One life, so many songs,

Why sing the sad number,

Sing the joyous ones,

For they will drive away the sombre.


These are the nature's gifts for man to savour on the lawn.

Nature gives bliss and turns the sour mood on.

These little joys keep menancholy at bay,

Because for every little pain Nature has got a rejuvenating pill on the tray.

Thank u good Lord! for Nature is just a window away.