The White Terrain!!

The White Terrain!! Out there beneath the blue sky, I have my own paradise, Where i am the king of my land. Scorching this white terrain. So it was a dream, A seed inculcated when i was a child, By my father. These white mountains, I ruled them as i grew up, And so did a few of my fellowmen as well. I ride on my luck, Only to snowboard another day. Going past every obstacle, I have had minor cuts and bruises, But i am fine, I will gear up again, And I will ride again, I will fall from the mountains yet again, I will still be riding my luck, Only to snowboard another day, Only to sbowboard another day.

Little Drops of Joy!!

Little drops of joy, And scattered right in front. Wanting to be grabbed, Just like those little drops of water, That slide down, Leaving their traces behind, Of all that purity and ingenuity, Telling you, That you could have slaked your thirst. Shining like an emerald, A complete stand out from the rest, They could either evaporate, Or look like a mirage, Vanishing from your sight slowly, Dripping down way below your reach, Only to be picked in complete serenity, And not with a restless and a thirsty mind. Little drops of joy, A part of all our lives, Right after getting out of darkness, Splashing your face, Waking you up, Telling you that they are there, When you need them the most, Telling you, That with you, Are little drops of joy, Filled in your life, Are little drops of joy.