Sentiments

Sentiments that enlighten a human soul.

To know who and what to be cared.

Sometimes hugely to provide 

The sense of being humane.

Sentiments also often happen to be the root cause of the pain,

For the tender heart.

When the world playing many games.

One who doesn't keep with the pace,

Often hurt and teardrops roll accompanied with the pain.

But the sentiments for the true shall clean and move an apathetic heart.

As trees and their leaves gets cleansed in the rain.

Sentiments must be protected from demolishing rationality of your brain.

Because by and large the world wouldn't care tenderness of your heart, 

in the name of the game that is life.

Sentiments are the guide, 

that will take you to the path of understanding and reasoning good and the bad.

Ignorance as it sounds is surely dark and dreary.

Therefore sentiments of sorrow shouldn't let you walk towards the dark.

As enlightenment is the state of mind for the wise and for the sane.

How every  now and then we cry in the rain to hide the tears.

How in dark we swallow the guilt of hurting someone.

As long as your sentiment keep knocking at the closed door of your heart.

It makes sense, for that only reflect the good side of your heart.

Even if you can't hide your emotions.

Even if you can't hold the tears inside,

Should let them flow, 

As this only shows how you will grow,

in the light of knowing the unknown,

in the light of not to be insane.

For, sentiments show how you possess a beautiful heart.

Place where I belong

I know no paradise
As no one has ever seen
except the mystical image of mere imagination.
So the place where I belong
I must call it paradise.
The land of my forefathers and
my motherland.
When I begin to think to write something about the place,
I am not afraid of falling short of words
but perchance I know all blank pages will be filled and ink would dry.
such is the scenic beauty of my native land.
Such is the love and respect that I bow down to touch the feet of my motherland every time I reach there.
Ever since I played around the trees
as a kid,
every time I laid down on the grass
Looking up in the sky and looking around the green mountains and snowcapped great Himalayan range to the north.
I happened to dream.
seen as the white guardian and metaphor of my dreams.
I get stuck in awe of the beautiful place and thank God for the kinship with the flora and fauna and the mountains.
So every dream that I dreamt of
Every dream that I have somehow connected to my native land.
Provides spiritual light and solace to my heart.
For the place I belong teaches me dreaming and teaches me the way of life ever.
That feeling cold winterchill running by my cheeks and image of rain water drops on green grass and tree leaves.
reminds me the beauty of life
and gives me that message to live a life worth a thousand lives.
The chirping of the birds and the sound of waterfalls and the blowing wind to even the sound of the quite night.
provides the soothing music to my soul to be clean to be pure.
The place where I belong is my beautiful motherland.
The countryside and beautiful people and their innocent smile of kids to old people.
I feel every bit of it alive inside my heart.
Wherever I am and wherever I will ever be
I will not forget the fragrance of the soil of my motherland and when my time is up I wish to be mingled in the same soil of my motherland.
Such love and such respect I have and the people have for their motherland.
Love your soil and your native place where you belong.