A Letter to Nature : Thoughts folded in Brown Leaves đ Continuing, see previous post. That winter when first arrived, that white mist washed everything and purified. I first saw you among the white mist, purest. And my mind filled with that pure mist, I found you so nice and core. When I saw your eyes I can't forget, the afternoon. I spent the winter in delight. Then spring came, with its mind breezes, I felt the depth. I fell in spring, like the brown leaves carrying untold stories. I felt that core of nature, and you. I was one the long path to meet you on the greatest bloom of spring. I waited, I watched. Then a lot of time spent. The end of May, my wishes. Then the end of June, after exhaustion with some unfulfilled wishes. Then July comes, I again found the bloom. I loved the time, I made paintings, listened songs, found the essence. Then your wishes, I felt the bloom of the month. Then a lot of time spent, the rains, the waits. Then autumn, lonely days. Then again the winter. After that many eras spent, I still remember you the same. Today I am writing the letter to August, after June and July spent. May when spring will come next will find it. I know it will be kept under fallen leaves, flying in spring breeze. The next part of the letter will come in next post. Stay tuned.
Beautiful Boy The Beautiful Boy I have seen before, An admiration arrives from my heart's core. I've not seen anyone such beautiful, Mind blown with the greatness of light graceful. āĻĒā§āϰā§āώ āϏā§āύā§āĻĻāϰā§āϝā§āϝā§āϰ āϏāϰā§āĻŦāĻļā§āϰā§āώā§āĻ āĻĒā§āϰāϏā§āĻĢā§āĻāĻŋāϤ āϰā§āĻĒ āĨ¤ āϏ⧠āĻĻā§āĻŦāϤāĻž, āĻšā§āĻĻā§ā§āϰ āĻĻā§āĻŦāϤāĻž āĻļā§āϰāĻĻā§āϧāĻž āĻ āĻĒā§āϰā§āĻŽ āύāĻŋāĻŦā§āĻĻāĻŋāϤ āϤāĻžāϰ āĻĒā§āϰāϤāĻŋ, āĻ āϤā§āϞā§āϝ āϏā§āύā§āĻĻāϰā§āϝā§āϝā§āϰ āĻŽā§āϰā§āϤ āĻĒā§āϰāϤā§āĻ; āϏ⧠āĻŽāĻšā§, āĻļā§āϰāĻĻā§āϧā§āϝāĻŧ; āϏ⧠āĻā§āĻā§āώā§āĻ āĻĒā§āϰā§āĻŽā§āϰ āĻĒā§āϰā§āĻŖ āĻŦāĻŋāĻā§āϰāĻš āĨ¤ āϏā§āĻŦāϰā§āĻŖāĻžāĻāϰāĻŖā§ āϏāĻā§āĻāĻŋāϤ, āϏā§āĻŦāϰā§āĻŖāĻžāϞā§āĻā§ āϤāĻžāϰ āĻĻā§āĻš āĻĻā§āϝā§āϤāĻŋāĻŽāĻžāύ; āϞāĻžāϞāĻŋāϤā§āϝ, āĻŽāĻžāϧā§āϰā§āϝā§āϝ⧠āĻĒāϰāĻŋāĻĒā§āϰā§āĻŖ, āĻāĻŽāύā§āϝāĻŧāϤāĻžāϝāĻŧ āϏā§āϞāϞāĻŋāϤ; āϏ⧠āĻĒā§āϰāĻā§āϤāĻŋāϰ āĻ āϤā§āϤ āĨ¤ āĻāĻŋāύā§āϤ⧠āϝ⧠āĻĒā§āϰāĻā§āϤāĻŋāϰ āĻŦā§āϝāĻā§āϤāĻŋāϤā§āĻŦ ! āϤāĻžāϰ āĻŽāϧā§āϝ⧠āĻĒā§āϰāĻā§āϤāĻŋāϰ āĻāĻā§āϰāϤāĻž āύā§āĻ, āĻāĻā§ āĻŽāĻšāϤā§āϤ⧠āĻĒā§āϰā§āĻŖāϤāĻž āĨ¤ āϏ⧠āĻĒā§āϰā§āĻŽā§āϰ āĻĒāϰāĻŋāĻĒā§āϰā§āĻŖ āĻŽā§āϰā§āϤāĻŋ āĻšāϞā§āĻ, āϝā§āĻāĻžāύ⧠āĻĒā§āϰāĻā§āϤāĻŋāϰ āĻļā§āĻŖā§āϝāϤāĻž āĻāĻā§ āĻŦāϏāύā§āϤā§āϰ āĻāϰāĻžāĻĒāĻžāϤāĻžāϰ āĻŽāϤ āĻļā§āώā§āĻ āĻšā§āĻĻā§ āϤā§āĻŦā§āϰ āĻāĻžāύ⧠āĻā§āĻā§ āĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧā§ āĻĒāĻĄāĻŧā§ āĨ¤ He was the boy cutest, He was the one for whom I was affectionate most. He was the manifestation of bosonto ! He was the inspiration of expression of my feelings and thoughts, the building of my mind to experience the life in new way. I had seen the fishy eyes At the heartful afternoon, Under winter sun On the way of station. There was something mystery In the curves, the eyes; Cool and calm, straight to me. I felt shy, voice stumbled. The Beautiful Boy on stage. The boy dances on hearts With the string of lute rang in the rhythm of beats. The son of stars Surrounded with dusts of light, The beautiful boy, his dance overwhelms. I see, lost my mind and get into. He sings in his honied voice, Mind melts in the flow and pauses in the sparkling river. He fills hearts with admiration, Wins the minds of seer people. āϏā§āĻ āϏā§āύā§āĻĻāϰā§āϝā§āϝā§āϰ āĻāĻĻāϝāĻžāĻĒāύā§āϰ āĻŽāϧā§āϝ⧠āĻāϤāĻāĻž āĻāĻŽāĻŋ āĻ āĻŋāĻ āĻāϰ āĻāϤāĻāĻž āĻāϞā§āĻĒāύāĻžāϝāĻŧ āĻĒā§āϰāϤāĻŋāĻĢāϞāĻŋāϤ āĻāĻ āĻŦā§āϝāĻā§āϤāĻŋāϤā§āĻŦ ? āϤāĻžāĻšāϞ⧠āĻā§āύ āϝāĻžāĻā§ āϏāĻžāĻĻāĻž āĻĢā§āϞ āĻā§āĻŦā§āĻāĻŋāϞāĻžāĻŽ āϤāĻžāĻā§ āϰāĻāĻŋāύ āĻā§āĻāĻā§ āĻĒā§āϞāĻžāĻŽ, āĻāĻžāϰāĻŖ āϏāĻŦ āϰāĻ āĻāĻāϏāĻžāĻĨā§ āĻāĻŽāĻžāϰ āϏāĻžāĻĻāĻž āĻŦāϞ⧠āĻā§āϰāĻŽ āĻšāϝāĻŧā§āĻāĻŋāϞ ? āĻāϰāĻžāĻĒāĻžāϤāĻžāĻ āĻŦāĻŋāĻļā§āĻĻā§āϧ āĻāϰ āĻāĻāĻāĻž āĻŦāĻŋāĻļā§āĻĻā§āϧ āϏāĻžāĻĻāĻž āĻĢā§āϞ āĨ¤ Was there anything mistake, I wonder, keep going; What is right ? Anyway spring has come, Mysterious breezes has started flowing. My mind keep wondering, The leaves become brown again, Red jems blooming again on silver trees. I pause and that, spring has come again.