Anonymity of a beautiful flower

...it was not in my dreams,  first i saw this beautiful flower....

to leave the seduction of sleep and to woke up. Neither some one had plucked it for me, nor it was so alluring. Even then it flowered in the night, stand past the gale, dazzled in the breeze, sprayed its fragrance. with those whom i knew, i asked many a times its name,......... everyone sees it and likes it..But know one exactly knew what it was.... when it was there its eternal and no one really appreciated it and when it isn't ............... that's when i exactly saw it.

Of all the good times i had, that was such a pleasant day. watching the world out there sitting alone. (musing) of what ever ... gentle breeze for my company... if i have to say what was in my mind it would be like this of course after some redundancies .... i hasted to the window pane anxiously,  looked through it...but  didn't saw anything other than a dozen of buildings ...nasty streets, roads leading to no where.. suddenly a crow craking the silence, flew into the scene...perhaps she might have found some thing so interesting to engage with, i gazed at it, while she drags it out from the bush, a sweet bird hoplessly dead ,leaving behind all the beauty world had offered, to continue her immortal journey. with out the fear for captivity, predation......

crouching winter experiences never before

crouching winter experiences never before....
all night long whistling breeze..sad trees, weeping grasses,all set to welcome the dead hands of winter. waiting for the morning sun to heat up. i dont know hoe people survive in intense cold regions. its unbearable to me especially when left alone.. it feels like mind also freezed...

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