Come, walk with me,
There’s only thee
To bless my spirit now -
We used to love on winter nights
To wander through the snow;
Can we not woo back old delights
The clouds rush dark and wild
They fleck with shade our mountain heights
The same as long ago
And on the horizon rest at last
In looming masses piled;
While moonbeams flash and fly so fast
We scarce can say they smiled -

Come walk with me, come walk with me;
We were not once so few
But Death has stolen our company
As sunshine steals the dew -
He took them one by one and we
Are left the only two;
So closer would my feelings twine
Because they have no stay but thine -

‘Nay call me not - it may not be
Is human love so true
Can Friendship’s flower droop on for years
And then revive anew
No, though the soil be wet with tears,
How fair soe’er it grew
The vital sap once perished
Will never flow again
And surer than that dwelling dread,
The narrow dungeon of the dead
Time parts the hearts of men -
By Emily Brontë 

In the night with the fragrance of flowers
I was thinking about the world……..
so many thoughts,
so many worries,
I was thinking about myself………
So many concerns,
So many duties,
The night was passing like this only…..
In the web of thoughts,
I was putting more knots of many thoughts only……

I started thinking about the flower,
So beautiful,
So fragrant,
I asked to the flower
In this darkness, who will admire u
Why only at night you grow fresh and bright
Why you don’t want admiration
What you get from this darkness

The web started opening itself,
The flower started talking to me,
The answers came as questions to me,
The flower started asking to me…….
Why you have always concern about others
Why you always think about others
Why you are limiting yourself because of others
Listen to your heart,
Listen to your soul,
Always do what you feel,
Feeling does not create worry….
Saying of heart does not give concern…..
It gives freedom….
It gives thoughts…..thoughts not to put knots
Thoughts to free you
Thoughts to make ‘YOU’.