The random shades of orange yellow & white
It manages to look so bright even when saying bye
Watching it never fails to touch my heart
The silence of Sunset always leaves a tear in my eye
Silence of Sunset
HARMONY – Beauty of the Mights.
They co-exist beautiful not competitive,
Neither they over-power nor prove their might,
Knowing well a step out of turn will destroy the balance,
All the elements of nature silently work in Harmony,
Sun shining bright in it’s glory,
Giving the energy and warmth,
The Moon bestowing it’s silverly light,
Making the dark nights cool and nice,
And then disappearing into the universe,
Making their paths silently through the air,
None of them harming even a particle in their path.
The rain drops giving lease of life,
Come cascading from the sky,
For a little while covering the Sky,
Long enough to dissolve the clouds,
But while making it way through the Air,
Not harming even a tiny particle in it’s path.
Is’nt it time to ask ourselves seriously?
Why we human beings, in mindless frenzy to posses and rule,
Taking away the rights of other beings to live on this Earth,
In the name of progress destroying everything in our path,
Our existance is because of this balance and not vice versa,
So why and for what we are disturbing the Harmony,
” THE SILENT THE UNKNOWN “
When the bright Sun blesses the mountains,
Snowy Peaks melting slowly in its warmth,
Quietly disappearing into oblivion,
Leaving a tiny me with responsibilities,
Pure sparkling dancing with the winds,
I start my journey with an unknown destination,
Scattered all around the mountains,
Each one of us sweet, clear and virgin,
Seldom deviating from the course,
Running through the rough terrain,
Creating divine music in the air,
We are a family of infinite lives.
Solitude is our constant companion ,
Not taking a breather or rest on the way,
Gracefully accept the twists and turns,
Peace- loving rarely we unleash our fury,
Seldom meeting each other on the way,
Finally we reach the same destination.
Our end creates a new beginning,
An identity of it’s own,
Running towards it’s destination,
Giving the lease of life to one and all,
Enriching the mother earth on it’s way,
Finally creating the mighty oceans.
Rivers and oceans are known by names,
Our identity seldom known,
We may be admired by the passers-by,
But hardly given a thought afterwards,
Not complaining for being ignored
We, The only link between river and snow
With our silvery flow, Are just a “STREAMS”
In the World of Thoughts 