Everyday is just a repetition of other days. The sun shines, the sun sets. You can’t totally call it a life–unless you find that kite. Mind those moments in between, It’s not always about the firsts or the lasts.


As the sun wakes in East,
the Earth escapes from global mist
As your mouth tastes the morning dew,
the whole world changes hue
As the wind blows dramatically,
the ground rests melancholy
As the kite flies to the vast sky
Don’t loose grip on its tie
As you indulge the beauty of the scenery
astonishing sight, lost in reverie
 As the sun sets in West
It’s time to go back to nest
As the sun wakes in East
A one massive ball of sunshine beast
As the sun sets in West
All bodies lie and rest.