It's Natural.

Nature- Simply Blooms !

To bloom is what nature prefers,

Unaware of the onlookers,

It's seemingly beautiful we claim,

And awestruck we remain.

Had it given a thought,

To who would it please,

Do you think it would have bloomed,

With this ease.

To fulfill it's part,

Is what it has learnt,

Whether we like it or not,

It's not concerned.

Letting the opinions weigh us down,

We are giving away our crown,

What more could be more destroying,

Then forgetting that our soul is gnawing.

Beauty of Flaws !

Did it ever cross your mind,

To put your life in rewind,

And realize that the flaws that you hold,

Basically give you a touch of gold.

To understand what we lack,

Is  a blessing in fact,

To help us find our way,

And enrich our day.

Had we all been the same,

Perfect in every way,

Why would anyone work or hurt,

Why not just be alive and stay.

It's a poor sight,

That despite,

All our beauty and flaw,

Too little times we glow,

Restricted by conventions,

With imbibed submissions,

Leaving behind the dreams,

That in everyone streams.

This Beautiful Night.

There is this night,

And then stars so bright,

To them I look and muse,

As if there were no other excuse,

Left to indulge myself in,

And just let things sink.

Far I am taken,

Beyond the skies visible,

And then I come across,

The dreams that are awakened,

Waiting for me to permit,

Them to never retreat.

Sometimes blue and pink,

Also with other hues and tints,

The sky soothes my soul,

And calls to discuss,

That which I am afraid to disclose,

Even to the ones who are close.