New year

The delightful sky smiled
At the stroke of twelve
Arctic moisture taped my parched feet
The lavender below whispered in cold

The squirmy sun was ready to peep
The exhausted moon ready to retire
Pleased, the sky threw its black blanket
Waiting to be adorned by the novel attire

The pretty pearl adorned the misty grass
The birds bellowed and assembled as one
To witness the glory of the crimson sun
The brooks today had a revived pace

The petite stones embedded
With the sparkling snow
Crowned the tousled mud
Glittering like diamond

The sun flickered slowly
And bestowed its first kiss
A silent music I heard
Of nothing but a beautiful new year

Two Liners

count your life not in just years
But in those moments of joy and tears

Heaven is not when you die
Heaven is then, when you feel more alive

To reach, I crossed, the seas seven
But in his heart I found the true heaven

What lies besides and what lies behind matters not
But what matters most is what lies within

You touch the soft curls, dancing to the magical tune
And slowly remove the veil from your face and I see the full moon

I have travelled the depths of sea
But in your eyes, true depth I see

Life

From dawn to dusk
The clock just creeps
And we slither along
Making money
At each of the stroke

We run and run
Conquering time
For materialist gain
No time to rest
No time to breathe

We have so much
We need so much more
Money is never enough
Much more luxury we need
To lead a content life

At last we halt
With no vigor left
Enveloped by old age
And we turn back
To revisit the happy moments

All seems blank
Happy moments seem
Silhouetted by our rush
Alas! In our pursuit for a content life
We forgot the real meaning of life