Dance baby dance!!!

Dance baby dance!!!
it is your way
to make things beautiful
and you have to do anything soulful.
You look like a peacock
dancing on the season's floor.
knocking the door
of the rainy season, on right block

Autumn distressed you
felling all colours, you like most,to the dry ground.
Spring that is on set now is a welcome guest and is duty bound
and enthralls you too

RAIN showers happiness in natural treats.
Thunders and flash lights are its excersizing feats
Are you legs pulling you down because of pain?
Don't worry! the practice you made will be a future's gain

Have you fell down on to a spiders web!!
No problem ,it so happens, to all the goal reaching tribe!!!

AWAKE! ARISE!!! start your efforts to make your dreams come true!!!
Dance baby dance!!! Happily and cozily to all your loved tune

Introspection

Is my soul so tranparent
like my umbrella covering my head?

The dictates of autumn
made so much of devastation before me

All the green leaves day before
turned to very many colours yesterday
and by now became, fully dried and fell to earth
I feel very much sad for this transformation?

Humans' living stages also don't differ from these deeds
child hood, youth, mid age and fag end resemble to these events

Seasons spell in their own way
and as an annual event, we do respond in the same play

Let me introspect into my self
and arrive at a conclusion to say straight

In many takes----

On set of autumn
made all fall colour magics.
Leaves, so green, turned to beautiful sheen
and lost their day and had fallen to the ground

I just winked my eyes
and made advances in my pious prayers
with swings on and on to the high skies
I welcome the dances of the spring season's fresh flowers

Greenery is my passion.
To desist it, may prove, to be a fashion
I do like modernity in many stakes,
but embrace modesty in many valued takes

Seasons of life



Every particle in life
slips slowly from our hands
as time passes by in qualm stances
like sand particles on the sea shores

They shine during day time
like youth gaining a sheen

They turn to steaming hot
and cool down during nights
and when turbulence starts its sway
they all fly high in same pace as blowing wind



All these acts resemble the seasons of life
summer celebrating youth quake
Autumn resembling the old age
winter chills in fag end of life
springing delight and despair on and off


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