When I see the dawn in the sky,

Sometimes I wonder why,

I wish I had this girl with me,

That looks just like the golden gleam,

So shining, so fine, so very pure,

And then I get the thinking, it’s my fantasy for sure,

That day when I went for work,

I saw this girl in a brown skirt,

She looked so cute, looked so sweet,

She reminded me of the girl I need,

But as time went by I lost her memory,

And never saw her face, no worry.

Then one winters morn,

I woke up to find myself totally gone,

I thought about that pretty face,

The day when I met her first gaze.

I went out in search for her,

Through woods, through the thick fir,

I looked here, I looked there,

For months to find my perfect mate,

Then I found her down at the gate,

She looked at me, I looked her back,

She said nothing and gave me her back,

I went to her to tell her what I thought,

She said something, I got a shot,

I left her and I reached home,

The dusk was come, melancholy was I,

I took a glass gobbled up the vodka and said why,

I held the glass with all my might,

It broke into pieces in my hand,

And blood came oozing, just as my heart broke into pieces,

So brittle is the heart, never break one ever!!!

Cool wind blew through my hair,

The smell of wet earth made my heart go astray,

I opened my eyes to find myself in the middle of nowhere,

Far in the distance I saw a shimmering light,

I rose up to my feet to find the source of white,

I walked through the distance,

But I could get no near,

It seemed no far away, as it seemed so clear,

And there were voices,

I thought I heard them say,

Welcome to the wet desert of love,

Such a lovely place, such a lovely face,

You can come in any time of year,

But you can never checkout of here.

And then I realized I had made a big mistake,

I had taken it as a piece of cake,

But now I understand what happens,

When you fall in love, it just deepens,

You may try so hard, you may drive a million yard,

It just keeps getting into your heart,

Coz this is the wet desert of love,

Such a lovely place, such a lovely face,

You can come in any time of year,

But you can never checkout of here.

One early morning,

Lifting the dark misty veil of the night,

From its pillows of snow clad mountain peaks,

The sun rose and saw,

The valley filled with the season of love,

The branches of memories sprouted,

Innumerable blossoms off moments past,

Unspoken, unheard compassions,

Half asleep, half awake,

Looking out sleepily at life,

Life, as it flows in, wave after wave,

At once new, also the same,

Yes, the very same life which encloses in it love and desire,

The meeting and parting,

And a sense that life is flowing like a river,

Whispering as it flows,

That the valley is filled with the season of love.

And as the sun rises it shows its glory,

Spreading its light filled with love, laughter and emotions,

Laughing back at the flowers and the green grass,

Flowing with the cool breeze,

Dancing in their rhythms.

The trees looking green and thick,

With fruits and berries,

The love birds chirping as they sit in their nests,

Enjoying the holy rays of the sun.

In the distance the beautiful waterfall,

With its white locks, trashing down onto the river,

Showing off all its might,

And disappearing into the depths of the river,

Cutting through the valley,

The valley filled with the season of love.