Breathing the air of my land


Breathing the air of my land… walking  bare feet on the soil where I lived,

does  nostalgia fill in  your ambitious dreams…

The steps you imprint on the wetness,

reverberate in my ears unsaid,

echoing your heavy sighs,

that you just  exhaled…

Can you see the fluorescent green fields,

swinging in music of the neighbouring stream…

Did you hear my voice there,

in the sounds of the nature clean?

Did you ever trod on the path,

that went straight to my old house,

to have a glimpse of the place,

where I once lived subdued…

Does the wind that sways your hair,

misconstrues in your sense ,

for my fingers running through the strands,

calming you when you are stressed!

Did my thoughts enwrap you,

whilst walking  past my 

old journey…

Did such  epheremal moment …

got birthed … 

on the soil where I was born…

OPTION


Not everyone else lags behind,

some always get dragged beside,

the difference is they remain,

always within our sight…

Situations sometimes compels ,

our inhibitions often deter us,

duties ,responsibilities delay ,

being with the one whom we admire…

Our fear darkens our thoughts,

forgetting the fact that we are strong,

A  wrong step we won’t  take,

which would hamper our life along…

When the heart is pure and divine,

expressing yourself is fine,

strings of  world won’t get cheated,

getting  attached in the  bond so immaculate…

Still if you opt for dragging beside,

I can’t force you or just sit beside,

Such a thought will sadden my heart,

To see you choking  in the strangled part,

better if I myself severe the ties,

You will get free from the suffocating vibes…