“Why do you go away? So that you can come back. So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colors. And the people there see you differently, too. Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.”
– Terry Pratchett

When heart looks , up to countryside ,

verdant valley , fragrance of deodar trees

standing tall touches the azure

Birds chirping , streams gushing

to declare the , advent of moonsoon

When men thinks about driving a bit wayward off ,

To capture the sunset in these vale ,

A cup of coffee is just you need , to complement the moment ,

a nimble thought just passes away ,

Someday , sometimes you hold your breath ,

just to feel the emotion !

Your riposte to that emotion , corroborated by an Urdu couplet ,

When evening gala is filled  with Urdu ghazals ,

ecstasy fills the sombre moment ,

Knock ! Upon the door ,  familiar smile you are greeted upon ,

holding up a cup of coffee ,  cookies to feast upon ,

Am I in some kind of heaven or day dreaming wanders the thought ,

That’s the life & memories  , you want to get buried off !!

……….    Varun Rana   ………