Seasons of life

 

While whole life stands before eyes like a tapestry

A most singular magnificent display!

An eye-catching child

Who always smiled

Destined to endure the worst in all seasons of life 

Face countless challenges and strife.

A precocious child in full bloom in life's spring

The little one sing

Sweet being in the beginning

She played with Mother

With a thrill of pleasure

A belief from heaven was sent,

If such be Nature’s holy plan,

God tries each man

With different plan

Have no reason to lament

There is no time like Spring, 

When life’s alive in everything, 

The breeze that blows in spring

Made glorified sunbeams of love come to her

After showers of spring

Asleep and awake at once

She had plenty once,

``When gifts fell thick as rainfall

``But they give us naught, for the nonce,

Naught, for the nonce,

Rich sun and white heat

The sun so bright.

Life seems a dream,

no worries in sight

A thrill of pleasure

Beyond measure

Basking in sultry summer's music and splendor

Life felt not rough but tender

Morning's soft air,

The Golden sun reflecting summer's glow

Soothing and calming melody

Woke me up on a glorious day

With calmness and tranquility in the heart

Yet something inside me said trouble would start

An electrifying tapestry,

If it could only be controlled.

As clouds about her and thunder rolled

The sheer strength and dignity…

Mutterings of deadliest thunders 

Lightening blazed

Got her hazed

As thunderstorms boomed artilleries cracked

As insanity, brutality, calamity

Trickery, larceny, 

Everything faced

And human activity attacked

As she waited rolling barrage of thunder to subside

She's laughed and cried

But experience of losing

Wasn't life very confusing?

Nerves dulled by the vast aching sensation of loss

Half angry

Half desperate

With no promise

Thoughts flit like a fragile bird with wings broken 

With griefs unspoken,

Taking a breath, feel like chokin',

Yet she wanted to fly

In wet, hot, humid July

It's the Fall, 

When leaves, fall; die flowers away;

This is just to say my hairs are turning grey

Melancholy winter is yet to come

It's unbelievable, the day has finally come.

This time of the year you mayest behold

In the rustle of leaves

A limb fallen from the great banyan tree

The streaky sky

Crimson hue

Her hardest hue told

There's nothing to hold

Dreary weather and dreary days 

Before melancholy winter arrives 

I long for the songs of spring

Having traveled a long, long way.

Most people are not ready for frosty, frigid winter

As it spells the end

Winter's sleep akin to death,

Piercing frost snatching the breath.

After winter is the wonderland you enter

Where Heaven and hell entwine

wrathful, grey, and grim

Winter terrify all

The woman told me to embrace winter

Not knowing I am December born 

I carry winter in my right pocket

Fifteen times have taken it out and kissed the cold lips

Enjoying the twilight.