Moods

Slipping the bonds of earth

I dance in joy with the silvered wings

To do a thousand things;

No matter the shinning sun joined the tumbling mirth

But it is the story of every birth.

It is a story of a lady wing

Wheeling in the swing

Chasing the wind with the sling

 But it flew away in a ding.

Suddenly, windswept heights with easy grace

With a high encroached sanctity of space

Brings a smile on my face

Then comes a face stare at me in maze

I care not and walk my phase.

Then comes the sculpture of love sow

Of which even the eagle wants to wow.

Even it’s gone with the fading joy

Then the moment seems to be a defence

And there’s deep blue silence,

Neither there is earth below, nor sky above,

Only me, my breath and my heartbeat.

 While with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod

Some sadness is part of everyone’s story,

Some sunshine is a part of everyone’s life

Eyes are damp for no reason

as every second is a new season