can't we go to the village

I don't like it here 

can't we go to the village?

Its too noisy here

can't we go to the village?

Gusts of crowd everywhere

can't we go to the village?

I hate these clouds of dust in the air,

can't we go to the village?

This air chokes me

can't we go to the village?

This house is stuffy and smelly

can't we go to the village?

There are no trees in sight,

can't we go to the village?

People are bad to each other

can't we go to the village?

There is no river around to bathe in

can't we go to the village?

Her son asked her this question again,

can't we go to village?

and I love you

I walk the road and I miss you

By my side, and the sound,

Of you slippers, whenever

You lie your steps one by one.

And I miss the accidental touch

Of your hand into mine

While walking. And I miss

The talks which we do all the way,

And I miss the inhaling and exhaling

Of your breath when

You try to walk faster than me,

And I miss your fake angry face 

When I catch you without any efforts.

And I miss you by my side,

When I walk the road now,

Now that I am alone.

you only have to look carefully

I always wanted to go to England

And walk on the university boulevard

On which yellow leaves fell and make

The alley yellow and heaven like

But I got a University myself

And I was walking on its boulevard

And perceived exact same scene

which I want to see in England 

I have stopped their and took

a deep Breath of mixed fragrances

Which I never felt before in my life

A thought at that time ran in mind

Why somewhen else I go?

When I can see it on my door.

winter times

Winter is here

Everything is covered under
The big white blanket.

Cool air touches my bare arms
and a shivering ran down my spine,

like electricity runs in a wire.

Trees are cover under fog

Green leaves I can hardly see

The boulevard is wet and 

The wet smell of soil

blesses my soul.

I walk alone 

through the soupy fog

When micro droplets of

Icy mist kiss my cheek and 

I smile.

I love it.

I walk alone smelling and feeling.

I wish the winter stays

and bless me even more.

river

That river flows down the hill

From the rocks and pebbles

Babbling and swooshing.

When I step in it

Its cold water welcomes

Me by touching my foot 

And cooling it

Your sensation is different

You sound is overwhelming

I sit beside and

I listen to you

I feel refreshed and 

I feel loved too.

crowd

The crowd on the road 

makes me mad.

I can't think of anything 

when I am in the Crowd.

Empty places are more comforting,

I long for some quiet place with

Trees, plants, grass and flowers

To sit down and look at them

As Romeo looked at Juliet

or Majnu looked at Laila.

waiting

I wait for you in the lonely road 

I am there alone

But the clouds are there

And the romantic blue air

Touches my cheek and

Chilled me from inside

Everybody came

But you never did.

But I'll wait there till 

Eternity. 

grass

Green grass looks lovely

I sit on them and feel 

Great comfort which I

Never feel on couch 

or cushion.

Greenery is like breath

It gives life to me.

And the accompanying chirruping

Of the native birds

Feels even amazing.

Blue sky, green grass

And clouds ready to rain

Anytime soon.

Love is this

and this is life.

Don't go anywhere else to find

peace, serenity and happiness.

They are here on the grasslands

And among the green trees,🌲

mountains and brooks.

Feel them and perceive them. 🥰

Life will feel amazing them.