Mischief: SPRING

Mischief: SPRING

Aromatic air & musky woods

Lifts you high with wildish moods

Woods gets green & roses red

Everything is lovely in butterfly effect.

            Mischievous deed &love first site

            Spring is one who create this paradise

            Mystic clouds & mountain heights

            Serpentine River like dragon from sky

Smoke from huts, & dimming lights

Sumptuous turkey & glasses of wine

Chivalrous acts & princess sighs

Making it sensual, piano notes & synchrony jive.

            Hand in hand they walk so long

            No words are said, yet million dreams are form.

            The churpering birds & cricket’s howls

            The frog’s song to impress his spouse

The nightingale sizzles the air in bow

Is this heaven where the time passes so slow?

Billion flowers on valley slopes

Glows in night with moonlight's show.

            Stars so bright like a rubies in red

            Studded on Cassiopeia’s cloak stitched with golden thread

            Sitting on cliff they look at sea

            Flying in dreams with fairy's wings

            Conquering world like golden finch.

At midnight stroke he finally broke:

When woods gets green, as the nights go long,

Perhaps she'll understand his heartbeat's song.

Listening to this, she felt the warmth

He holds her hand and tears trickles down.....

The spell of spring bounds them well

            Seasons pass by, but the spell just stays

            The magic of spring holds them in a ring

            Each year we see the bonds go strong

            Its only mischief which never went wrong....

            With times to come, its shall come again

            As in spring, love always rain..... J           

                                                            Still Spell Bounded: S.D….

Looking in the eyes of storm.

Looking into Eyes of Storm. 

Its been a silent day so far , may be because I am looking in the eyes of storm , storm which seems so silent at the epicenter. its like an lion if one look in its eyes , he posses such an aplomb aura , you can actually smell the sweat from your neck dripping down the neck , the zephyr forms a cool effect because u never know whether the next second you will be breathing air or would be part of belly soup for the king of jungle.

Its an old epitome that one must be like deep river rather than a shallow one because one cannot predict the power even when it is so silent . all we see mystic silence. depicting a scintillating sequence from movie 300, where 300 men , waits for an  horrendously  apocalyptic army at the cliff of Sparta, left even the army of whole world in jitters, that was a war exemplar but history speaks even Laconic use of words is a commensurate way to kill even the mightiest of leaders by vituperating their beliefs.

A soldier may be in acute anguish and his heart may be filled with appalled feelings but he remains calm till the last nerve to serve for his country and remain impervious for lost battlefield, he fights and dies like a brave man. As I always say there are inundate examples of such wise men, and storms. some of them we look upon others we overlook.But have a look and who knows you may generate zeal to fight your own storm for mere survival. I am still trying to find my way, but i am trying.

Look into eyes of your deadliest , voracious dreams and fight them , give it a try ..... if you look and focus at the turbulence of the storm within no time you would be devastated like an husk straw. Look into eyes.. May be its not easy to do... but i feel it will definitely help you fight it.