O have you seen Lord Tolgedaath
With helm of steel and silver-gray
He wandered lone through mighty hills
And kept the undead hordes at bay.
He swung his ax in fearsome arcs
He knocked their rotting heads
He walked alone, and lonesome caves
Were where he made his beds
Their cloying stench, their tattered flesh,
He tore with blade and brawn
But then the plague broke through his shield.
He never saw the dawn.

O have you seen Lost Tolgedaath
With helm of green and flesh of gray?
He wanders still through lonely hills.
Though never by the light of day.

One day after working for long I was taking a nap,
A pure white dove in the form of love, came & sitted in my lap.

I was shocked and also amaze,
I never thought about and never craze.

I was thinking what to do, keep with me or let her flew

Suddenly, my attention went on dove,
So sweet & So cute, I gone silent my feelings gone mute.
Heart was beating but mind was quite,
Is this a trap or everything alright?

Leave it and let it be, I thought..

With the passage of nights and days,
I was changing in many ways,
sometime I was dark, sometime I was grey,
I was behaving like an actor in Life's Play.

I was learning new things from dove,
How to Hate and How to Love.
How to accept and How to refuse.
How to have fun  and How to amuse.

I was so happy and so amused.
One day dove came and refused,
Dove said Its the time when I have to fly,
You learnt everything from me, Now learn How to CRY

That was the day when dove left my lap,
I remain silent for a long time gap.

Then I realized, sometime Life teach a lesson in the form of dove,
finally..
I learnt what I need, I will win yes indeed.

first blossoms
of the cherry
winter's dream
awakened

The sunlight caresses my skin
                       Its warming touch
The stars light up my night
                       Its bright lustre
The smile hurts my cheeks
                       It's optimism
The feeling of joy sweeps over
                      With memories
With treasured thoughts alongside
                       **It's happiness