Neither breeze, nor mountains, Neither river, nor the hills.. Make friends without loyalty It’s the friendship of the Hills, and the river. Friendship and loyalty, In deep meditation, Is the range of hill, In complete communication with water, Its pure reflection, Surface just like glass It’s completely a pure relationship of mirror image and transparency.
Clouds come floating into my life,
I wonder what is stored in near future,
To go to a new place, I thought I need to take path I have not taken so far,
Maybe it’s good sign from Universe.
In divine rain of tales, their mother nature showers,
And look at last, what I got, present of Rainbow which filled my life with colours.