Water

As the water flows down her,
Every crevice, every canyon,
The villages on the way,
The abandoned and the young,
Fields of sunflowers,
Deserts too,
The simmer shine of the sun,
The dark of the marshes,
The hot springs,
Quick sand too,
The water flows down her,
And inside her,
To spaces untouched,
Unexplored and unreachable,
The places she rarely goes,
Or goes too often,
A little girl maybe,
Or with hair turned grey,
The water flows,
It rarely stops,
Ice to stream and then the mighty ocean,
Water learns as it goes along the way,
It changes its way sometimes,
Sometimes turn mountains to dust,
It is not the outside that matters,
It tells itself everyday,
Each day it starts,
A new adventure,
Maybe a new colony to civilize,
And as water flows down her,
She realizes,
She is like water,
Or maybe she is water……

Beauty on the roads….

Trickled down the realms of extraordinary,
She was a Chalice,
Filled with ethereal sensations,
Designed in a mould perfectly,
Walked down the lanes of us,
Wine, blood, vigour and valour,
Drink it while it lasts,
She was a beauty,
Of times and thrones…..