Winds of Change..

The mists gallop wild to a place unknown,
Hidden from the world left all alone..

Scatter off they will when the sun grows bright,
The rays of light will disperse their skin so white..

Messengers of storm they are or a change to come,
Surprises they bring arent exactly choices of some..

Winds of change they might be,not all are welcome,
Embrace them nonetheless, they have fables of some..

Travelled far they have, seen all forms of life,
Ice they were, then water, now vapour so ripe..

Learn not from them that with time they change form,
That their mere presence ring bells of alarm..

Poor winds they are, just in a phase of life,
But watch them close, they preserve their white..

Few drops of my rain...

A gentle mist haunts the mind, the flash that tears the sky..
The heart cries thunders, the rain pours leaving the clouds dry..

The rain stops in a beat but the heart extends to cry..
The leaves grow weak , break and soiled they lie..

The thunder claps again, the memory runs deep..
Devils cackles in hunger, hopes seems to weep..

The gloom is here, so scream the skies..
The fate lashes its whip, the mind grips to fight..

My heart is scared, my thoughts kept to fly..
On the crossroads I lie, On my the crossroads i lie...