Free Bird

I want to be a free bird, see it can fly over the mountains alone...

Ring

I got a call, when I was reached at the end of the world.

Neither it the land nor the sea, but a tranquility of the both.

Scent of Rain

The lights were blinking in the eve of an unusual Sunday early June. The holy cow, she was wandering next to the banyan tree shaking her tail gently, mourning in a low voice expecting the arrival of an unusual guest. The leaves were whirling with the winds of fragrance. Can you see the flowers of hopes? All are waiting for your arrival. Again thoughts and sizzling of a beautiful rainy season that brings us the most precious times in our lives.

I become a child of the innocent dreams of endless. You are everything for me. You are the daughter of the seas, the clouds your mother and the earth your dream. You become the hopes of many in your varying stages. You are the theme for the poets and writers. When you touches the ground what is your kind of feeling? Is it the satisfaction and completion of a lengthy and endless journey? What is the motivation for you to travel so long?

At last you come to my mind with a handful of dreams. Whether it’s the daytime or the night, I am fond of you. I watch your beauty in your varying forms. Sometimes you are not that cool, the drops of tiny and when you with the wind you like to pour in an en changing way. And you are the most beautiful with the bold drops of heaven. Sometimes you sing the melody of an eternal music. That makes the real part of my own dreams and thoughts. Shall I lend the precious moments from you? I don’t know whether you like it or not? Still I have the lust inside me.

It's now full of water in front of me. And you were still with the drum beats. May I put my legs beneath into the fresh streams? So that I can run, slow first, and then be in speed. Will you follow me up to there, alone, where my dreams going to perish?

Hope for a real change…

With love you The scent of rain.