From the eyes of greens and greys

You don't see me smile 

You won't 

Because I don't fell into the trap of my own conscience 

I go with my own serene flow 

Sometimes I go rageous , devouring the ways

And sometimes I am slow.

I might be a catastrophe for some 

But if only they will remember 

That I also quench their driest throats 

Some praise my beauty 

Some get afraid of my deep blues 

I might go unnoticed for days 

But that won't stop me from falling down 

From the eyes of greens and greys 

I am right there among you all

Imprinted on the cover of a horrifying fiction,

In the first masterpiece of little Naina that she scribbled,

In the sonnets of The Great Shakespeare.

My form ranges from a blue little rabbit hopping on pebbles 

To the dark ruler coming out of the underworld 

I go within the cracks 

And make them cliffs in fraction of centuries 

I am that one element that huge landscapes lack 

I've seen everything from first step of a calf

To the fall of Thebes in miseries.

Like a siren, I make composers drown into my shine and stay

But that doesn't stop me from falling down

From the eyes of greens and greys.

I make my own path 

I become an inspiration for thousands of stars 

Dedicating huge pedestrians 

They write in my praise

I replenish the aura wherever I go 

My sorcery makes grass from hay 

I breathe in the hymns of Ahom king 

Who wishes for my longevity and stay

 Life follows me wherever I choose to lay 

And I keep on falling from the eyes of greens and greys.

Today I am here at same place 

Dehydrated and dying myself 

I am no longer the mirror of my long lost love sky

But reflects this black ugly still 

That no longer greets the hills.

My once brave history is now forgotten 

I look back and try to pull back the time 

Trying to set free 

From my own ways that have trapped me 

I now look at you 

I rely on you to help me meeting the bays 

And make me fell down 

from the eyes of greens and greys once again