A flying feather coming down in the monsoon rain,
its flight of uncertainity telling a story.
The water flows down the empty streets as
the dusty winds beat the window pane saying...
"Make a new beginning"
With the touch of the last rain drop falling
Open your eyes to the smiling sun.
Hear the silent cry of the calming skies,
Hear the story of the wind in the trees untold...
"make a new beginning"
The warmth of the lapping waves in the evening
calming the heat of the scorched sand.
Look at the horizon painted with dusk
as the sun goes down in a solemn goodbye....
make a new beginning
Feel the slow ballet of the trees and the wind.
Hear the birds singing the morning raphsody.
Watch the careless clouds at the background.
When the sound of the far off church bells ring
make a new beginning
- Shishir
3:49 PM 8/13/2008
Nijja neene bardidda?Looks like u have flicked it;)..
ReplyDeleteIts nice!