A Letter to Nature : Thoughts folded in Brown Leaves 🍂 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.

A Letter to Nature : Thoughts folded in Brown Leaves 🍂 I have a lot of good friends, I am grateful for having them in my life. But today I am recalling you. As I can't send it. That's why I am writing the letter to you nature. It is now many ages have gone away. I recall the old time, the first time. This is letter is specifically for you but I value the essence of all my friends and wish a lot of joy for them. Now I am recollecting the memories again. 🍁🍂 It is now after the months of June and July. At the beginning of August, it was the first Sunday of August, Friendship Day. I remembered how the old July spent, the July of that year. The end of May and the end of June. I remember those past few years. I remember the calm July, when we were young. That time never came again. It is rainy season, but there are bright days like autumn and spring. That tune flows in breezes and daylight " You and me kkeutnaji anh-eul history " ( You and me, a never ending history ). " Oh, naui ujuga dwae jun uliui iyagi " ( Oh, our story that became my universe ). The story may not be composed by us. But it was composed in my mind. That time was the freshest youth of us, when you were nineteen and I was also nineteen. " Yeah, we never felt so young " the line is right, I never felt such young then, or will be; " When together sign the song ", that time when we walked together, " Even if it rains ". " Yeah, (I) we never felt so right ", I felt the thoughts very right at that time, " When I got you by my side ", That was a time when you were beside me, " Along the path we walked together ". The July begins with the end of June that pass with the thought, " Wanna forgive you (me) ". Then the July slowly begins, it was a new chapter of the love I felt in spring before, I remember the spring again. The Krishnochura petals are still fallen on ground or wet in rain, the petals that bloomed in spring before. Still those tree of Krishnochura and Radhachura bloomed with flowers of red and yellow, recollecting the spring spent before. The red carpet of petals wet or dried carry the memories of spring of love that keeps blooming in July still. Time keeps going, years rotate again and again. Spring comes again, then May, June, then July, feelings reanimated, and then autumn comes, then winter, and then again spring arrives. The letters will be written under fallen leaves. Today we don't walk together but I still remember you as the same. The next part of the letter will come in next post. Stay tuned.

Caramel - Abhishek Ghosh Caramel is a flow of gem Muse of thoughts like rem, Caramel is dense of golden brown Brighten the minds of frown, Caramel the glaze of essence Mystery that comes from space, Caramel is the glow of richness Peace like light of greatness. Caramel the source of flavour, Gold that melts in sweetness; Caramel the core of flower, White petals carry the greatness. The color of love is caramel, The breeze blowing the smell sweetened; Caramel fills the mind with glee, Sadness that fade and flee. The color of moon is caramel, At midnight in sky, In June At 2 am. When the strawberry moon glows in sky night, It turns golden at the dreamy midnight. It brings the sweetened melody blowing, The roaming at night when it's glowing. The skyscrapers bathed in caramel, Presence of the mystery shedded from space; A cake caramelized sweetened in love, Blows mind with glee of dove 🕊 The ride at night Brings the joy of light, Under sky of late night Brown eyes brighten with sight. Mystery sparks at corners of city and roads, Caramel that falls from moon fills joy with modes. Moods bloom in caramel of essence of soul, Springle the starlight over minds. Caramel is the taste of mindness, liveness spread in essence of caramel.