Fading Mustard

Of Gulmohars and Laburnams
Of bygone Springs
and coming Autumns
Farewells; falling petals,
on empty roads that stretch far
With arms stretched out,
embracing, waiting
In the melancholic glow
of dust, red and yellow
In the warm air that floats
In the susurration and rustle
That's where I live, eternally...

Essence

Fly.

Cut through the biting winds.

Swim.

Into the unending oceans.

Race.

So fast, your brain goes numb.

Unleash.

That energy. The one that builds

with each day, each hour.

Fight off.

Those shackles. Unnecessary. 

Those painful chains. Their clatter.

You are free.

As free as the wind, the water,

the soul within you.

Scream.

In resonance with yourself.

One; only you.

Love. Truth. Peace.

You are a dreamer.

In the dream, the one you hold dear,

You love yourself.

And that becomes your reality.