I sing along....

I sing along with

The brisk morning of the lilies

Blossoming from their flower,

The fluttering of the mango trees

Ripening with their fruit,

The humming of the mynas

Floating by my side,

and the ripple of the river

That flows beneath the hills....

I sing along to celebrate the moment

to forget my past

to excite my present

And to endure the future....

Lyrics forgotten, music in shreds

The voice echoes in parts

And yet I hear them in vain,

Weather changes with hope

I swear not to leave my song

Bewildered next morning

I long for a new tone....

I sing along

With the rising of sun

I sing along

With the night of the moon

I sing along

With the love I made

And I Sing along

With whom I never met....

In the lap of nature....

Wants to fly,

to a different land…

where the world ends,

at the start of a land

water falls,

from the eye of a cloud

birds fly ,

on the stage of leaves

and I stand,

breathing the purity of my flesh….

Is it the rain

Which still pours beneath my fingertips?

Or my inner self being burnt in d sunlight

Is that the world looks more beautiful?

Or my eyes are being washed away with a few drops

my ears could hear the fluttering of leaves

a sweet humming wind or a storm of weeds…

this chaos is more beautiful

than our parallel running lives

it reminds me yet again

I am still alive!