The sun is around,
The flower is growing,
In Trying to keep it's state constant,
It moves with sun.
The one who noticed it,
And,the one who lives it,
Gives joy and feel alive,
Like, a flow of wind in the sky.
Near the lake,
Over the sky with full of woods,
It seems one is in the sky,
As, still as a rock.
Sometimes as rock,
Sometimes as wind,
It seems like something is in making,
To feel as alive.
What charm is it,
Which make her feel alive,
Is something missing out,
Or, Is something out alive.
Is it someone or an ego,
Took it's shape,
And, sounds like,
Something is alive.
So, what to say,
So, what to live,
It's a beauty which try to hide,
But, in real it's open to all.
She will definitely laugh,
As, she knows, what to be known,
It's a smile of true heart,
Which make her feel alive.
Could be feels like a playing one,
For the one who lives it,
But, for sure a feel of honesty,
For the one who noticed it, The Self.
As,it's a journey for self,
To gave birth, to feel alive,
In it's own true states,
As, nothing matters above this.
~Aaditya Narayan Shakya