Hanging on the branches
Swinging with the wind...

I was a petite seed
and no one paid any heed...

When the early morning sun rises
We feel it is end of all crisis...

Life is a game of chess
With inticacy countless...

Standing in the mist
With a drop of dew...

I wish I would be a ocean
Full of treasures...

Oh river oh river, flowing on your own route
Not willing to perturb, so surging with less toot...

Rain is one of the purest form of water
Water is the elixir of life hence it is a...

1 cup of ambition
and 1 cup of passion...

It was a beautiful morning
Read on...This is an experience so darning...

The sensitive heart wrapped by the hard cocoon
Thousand blows strike the shell...

My eyes witnessed an astounding sight
The freshness of dew, the sweetness of pine...