A View From Window

It's a sunny day,

Bird's are flying away and away,

It's a summer's sun,

It's a summer's fun,

It's a view from my window.

It's a rainy day,

It's a slippery way,

I want my raincoat,

I want my paper boat,

but I'm just watching view from window. 

It's a winter's cold,

It's a winter snow,

my grandmother told

"The cold wind''s gonna blow".

and I'm just watching a view from window.

My old window is same,

the view only changed,

it's just a memory,

nobody needs to know,

it's just a view from a window.

The Old Yellow Wood's

Nowhere I came again;

old memories started to regain,

In the old yellow wood;

now I'm here alone, I stood.

Where the beauty has gone?;

where's the picture that nature's has drawn?,

where that charm lost?;

Where that grassy road I crossed?.

  

The old yellow woods ,I left;

who dared to theft?,

Where's that nature gift?;

Where flew away all small swift?.

Where is the wood that I thought?;

Lost the vision that I caught,

Old yellow woods turned to brown;

Someone stole the nature's green crown.

Now here nothing for me;

Now here nothing to see,

Everyone leaved the wood's somehow;

I'm the lonely one here now. 

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Leaving Home...

I am leaving ; home for studies,
I am leaving ; my best buddies.
I am leaving home ; I am little worried,
I am leaving home ; all the sorrow I buried.

I am leaving home ; somehow feels wow,
I am leaving home ; nobody with me now.
I am leaving home ; walking all alone,
I am leaving home ; no old face is shown

I am leaving home ; with memories of all,
I am leaving home ; waiting for someones call.
I am leaving home ; and nobody shouts,
I am leaving home ; for studying no doubt.

I am leaving home ; it's my choice'
I am leaving home ; it's my price.
I am leaving home ; it's a new life,
I am leaving home ; for futures bright.

The Cloudy Day...

This is cloudy day

after the first rain;

The sun has lost his way

behind the clouds that vain.

Today is very calm

all alone standing a green tree of palm;

And the sky is feeling lonely

cause there's clouds only.

The birds are singing 

"The hot summer is gone";

The little plants are rising

to mark this day with the white stone

Cold and little darkness is feeling

the sun is willing ; to shine

but the clouds like saying 

"The sky is mine".

The Cold Saturday

The month of December

The winter on this way,

the only thing I remember

The very cold on this day.

No sign of rain

No sign of snow,

the only feeling I gain

is the cold wind that flow.

Trees are without leaves

like they are getting dead,

The birds are hiding like thieves

under the small shed.

people enjoying hot cup of tea

children enjoying their campfire,

 Today is not good to admire

cause out their nothing I can see.

Here the moon comes out 

peeping out with cold light,

This cold night no doubt

now I want to sleep in quite.

FARM - After The Sunset

 

 THE SUN HAS BEEN SET DOWN;
WHERE THE SOIL IS RED, BLACK, BROWN,

BIRDS GOES BACK TO THEIR  NEST;
MONKEY'S COME LIKE THEY'RE  GUEST,

WHERE WIND IS RUSHING TO SET;
SOMEONE'S MIND AT  REST,

TONIGHT'S WEATHER IS NOT SO MILD;
WHERE ROARING OF TIGER MAKE'S NIGHT WILD;

THE POACHER'S ARE COMING TO HUNT IN NIGHT;
WHERE THE TREES ARE GOING TO SLEEP IN QUITE!,.

THE MOON AND STARS PEEPING AMONG THE LEAVES;
WHERE I SAW THE WHOLE STORY LIKE THE THIEVES!..

Village Night's of Summer

Tonight I'm sleeping below my own sky,

On the roof of house a tree side by,

A night with my thoughts and reason their behind,

And I'm enjoying nature's season in my mind.

A white moon, thousand's of shining star,

and couple of bats flying so far,

Croaking frogs and buzzing crickets gushing everywhere,

and fireflies are flying away somewhere.

There are lot ox as many as cow,

everywhere howling dogs and cats only say's mew,

A wind is rushing whole night of summer,

 and I felt into dreams without any suffer.

How beautiful is the night of season,

And I never forget this marvelous vision .