Sometimes

Sometimes ...

I have the urge to shun concrete jungle

Breathe fresh air

Walk along meadows

Covered with fresh flowers

Lose myself to

Subtle whiff of aroma

Resplendent in every yard of morn

Watch colourful birds

Indulging in

Chirping and fluttering

Prompted by gentle touch of dawn

 

Sometimes...

I have the urge to gaze at

Drops of dew

Smiling and showcasing

Their glistening hue

 

Sometimes i am impelled to

Intensely observe

Talkative parrots

Perched above the waning and yawning

Street light

A couple of busy hens

Emerging from

Remains of night

Welcoming onset of another day

In their gleeful way

 

Sometimes the urge

To remain in sync with nature

Goads me to go for a leisurely stroll

Down the long meandering path

Reboot self and overhaul

Pen a story

Initiate with the wild peacocks

Basking in crowning glory

A gentle shallow stream

That i come across

Remains far from spate

Invites to experience

A walk across its bed

Rustle of leaves

As one treads cautiously

Whispers in the ear

"touch as many lives as you can

Before the knell shows the way to go"

 

Many a times

I must admit

A simple moment

In a larger journey

Offers more than expected

In the progress of life and time.