It's my time

One step a day, I keep moving ahead,

Kicking the pebbles on my way,

The road leads where, I might not know,

But the path feels right, for sure I can say.

For I can see the bright golden sun,

Guiding my trail in heavenly light,

The breeze seems cheerful on my side,

While the warmth of the sky just feels right.

No one can stop me at this moment,

For it is my life and it is my time,

The birds will sing to my music,

And the butterflies will dance to my chime.

I am getting closer to the stars each day,

As they paint the horizon to welcome me,

And the silver moon prepares a cozy bed,

Everything is in place, from where I can see…

18^th February 2019

THE SPRING SINGS...

It’s here, it’s here,
The season of our dreams,
Feel the scent at some distance,
It’s not so far, it seems.

I can hear its sound,
As the birds chirp their way,
To the bright green leaves,
Where they eat, sleep and stay.

I can smell its fragrance,
From the flowers new born,
As they paint the world pretty,
Working dusk to the dawn.

I can see the happy colours,
Sprinkling glee on my eyes,
Enchanting reds and pinks and purples,
And orange trumpet vines.

I can feel its soft warmth,
As the sun touches my face,
Pats my cheeks with glow,
And brings me back my grace.

I can taste its beauty now,
For the world seems all right,
The skies are blue and the grasses green,
It’s a perfect pleasurable sight.

It’s here, it’s here,
The Spring of my dreams,
The grey days are over now,
With euphoria my heart beams.

5th February 2019
©sugandhswani_

THE WINTER SONG

It is rather a time of joy,
Now that you are about to leave,
For we could never see eye to eye,
So now I shall no more grieve.

Until the next time when you come again,
To wrap the world in your beautiful blanket,
Of cold, white and painful silence,
That will slow time down to tranquil.

But I hardly admire the peace of your presence,
In our lives for those nights so long,
For you bring with you chilly winds,
That sing a grim and gloomy song.

You paint deep wrinkles on the faces
Of young and old, everyone alike,
And put to bed timid creatures,
That run for their life, as you strike.

You announce your arrival with a sweet fragrance,
That invites everyone for a walk in the woods,
And then you reveal your dark face,
That hisses cold secrets from under the hood.

On your way back, when you are in full bloom,
You scribble epitaphs for the poor and old,
Who give in to death and it takes them away,
To become lost stories, forgotten and told.

So, now that you are leaving, O Winter,
I bid you farewell with a joyous heart,
And I wait for Spring and all its colour,
For a new life and old warmth as you depart!

30th January 2019
©sugandhswani_