River narrated a poetry

falling from the mountains,

rising above the rocks,

giggling the pebbles,

river narrated a poetry,

of nature, of changing seasons,

leaving soil, gaining salt,

running a race with no halts,

only to immerse in the ocean,

river narrated a poetry,

so life on the banks,

isn’t cut like rocks.

River To Ocean…

i (river) gather rains,
from the clouds passing through,
cutting across rocks,
i tease the lakes,
only to fall for you,
to fill you with fresh and pure,
but you merciless to ignore,
engaged to moon tiding the salts,
turning my restlessness into faults,
i know,
you let me ride free,
but wish you could let me be…