Heady sagas

A tidal wave of sorts rises over,

Bookmarked into a series of events,

One leads into another –

Like a stone on explosive waters

A vacant canal at bird’s sight,

That heeds only what its born with,

A reckless setting can oft prove worthy

A task for its multi-tasked mortals.

Why question when you can sing,

The melodies and love tunes of a long-lost world,

Brimming with upheaval –

And bursting with grandiose.

Yearn

Green everywhere,

At the sight of verdant bliss

Oh, my heart yearns

For the fancy of forgotten memories.

The breeze beckons

And the hills call out

The sight of verdant bliss

Makes my heart yearn so.

The fancies of modern life

Forgotten, yet real

Pave the way

For the bliss of the moments to come.

While the necessary evils,

And the unburdened desires

They make themselves felt

As if they never left.