Its been almost 3 years I wrote something here, trying to give some life to "Quintessential Aastha" because that's quintessentially me !
So here's a some talks I had with the Maples lying on my way ;)
There lay these maples on my path, narrating the tens of stories of the feet that just stepped over it,
They tell about their summer cheers, when they collected colors of passers by and witnessed chirps around,
The weight of the lives, how it made them fall, after holding on for long and how these lives then escaped hiding from the autumn winds,
Oh ! these conversations may be same everyday but they have new shades to them,or may more of them lay in the path everyday,
There is a way they made they say, a way for new tiny greens to bloom when the smiles will bloom on faces of walking souls sidelining winter chills
Oh yeah ! It is beautiful it is as beautiful as the arrival of spring as enchanting as the bells of Christmas melting the frozen winters.
So here's a some talks I had with the Maples lying on my way ;)
There lay these maples on my path, narrating the tens of stories of the feet that just stepped over it,
They tell about their summer cheers, when they collected colors of passers by and witnessed chirps around,
The weight of the lives, how it made them fall, after holding on for long and how these lives then escaped hiding from the autumn winds,
Oh ! these conversations may be same everyday but they have new shades to them,or may more of them lay in the path everyday,
There is a way they made they say, a way for new tiny greens to bloom when the smiles will bloom on faces of walking souls sidelining winter chills
Oh yeah ! It is beautiful it is as beautiful as the arrival of spring as enchanting as the bells of Christmas melting the frozen winters.
