free to fly

Yes, Birds kept on wandering on the open blue sky...
Through the lines which are just imaginary or the thought just is ...
As it is said-it's the same path, same stone, same noon...
It's just the new vision and the new day...
The essence of the purity is the flower which I see everyday...
The clarity of the water is the crystal which I wish everyday...
Words just seem great, but it's ain't the talent show...
The show which is going on and we have been watched...
Beauty which fades with the freedom isn't my last line...
Yes, I am a bird and I am free to fly. and here to fly...

It rained..

The rain drops flashing on my face reminded me of few things..
When I had discovered that a path always leads to another..
But this one was something different, or in a way a newone..
Moments, where I was searching for the words which I couldn't recollect..
Newly built road had the beauty to attract any traveller to discover himself..
Streetlights just looked like the pebels disowned by a little kid playing..
Each stone on the way told it's glorious stories and led the Nomad..
The time it spent, the beating it took, the people it saw..
As popularly said- It goes on ...
The Path.. The Quest....And the Rain..