Sometime

Moving ahead on a journey not very same,

Each day becomes a photo to frame.

Or walking along side on your feet,

Will have memories so fond to greet.

Leave behind the perplexed city,

And for your soul have some pity.

Out there mountains are gigantic,

And hills somewhat romantic.

Streaming rivers will prompt you,

The flow once you flew,

May be alone or in solidarity too

Vastness of landscape

Green pasture, and ponds of different shape,

All around you will be mesmerising,

And this forgetful nature will keeps you reminding

Create what others can cherish,

And in days to come can flourish,

Life is too short to be peckish,

Everything will perish

What will remain is this sky,

And the horizon of infinite why.