Perfume getting melted due to  the sun and cloud!!

In the The empty streets of my mind I imagine a old caravan waiting in front of the steady streetlight is showing an eagerness to move about…Behind it the glimpse of sunken Golden arc is seen getting ready to set in and on the other hand the White arc is seen glittering in the threshold of the navy blue horizon, in the lap of the glowing angels. The breeze, the fragrance of the breeze…Ah!  as if flowers of the universe had surrendered and had just  shown their “true colors”.

The breeze whispers in my ear, sending me soft messages of the love and beauty of nature. All was steady forth. Far away some where I could hear a sweet tune sprung up, with a lovely tone of flute.

Strolling in front of the dim streetlight capturing, the memoirs of the time when life was sweet, simple, calm and composed-Childhood!!!   What If the sky is blue, what if the leaves are green ,what if the breeze is scented…time is running fast to even hold them and take their pleasure. If we dwell deep into the fact we find ourselves much like a stranger or as if we were the antics of the forgone past!