The winds, the rains, the sunny days are natural,
The fragrance of flowers, the smell of ours is natural.
Falling in love and broken hearts are natural.
Many people travel on the same boat,
The water on which it floats is natural.
It seems mostly your crush is looking at you,
Illusions instill even if your feelings are true.
The winds favor it, the rains favor it,
And even the sunny days do so.
You fall in love, and yes you believe in love.
You date each other, probably wait for each other.
You surrender yourself, commit blunders as well.
The places you both have been together once
Are most beautiful of their kind,
But the day you both broke up,
Every such place makes you a victim of uneasiness,
May it be a windy or rainy or sunny day.
It happens to you,
It happens to me, it’s all natural.
Certain grudges occupy our time,
We are not, yet we say, “I am fine”.
What-so-ever be the season,
They knock us holding strong reason,
And your blank face seems unread,
Things fade out if not been dead.
Every natural cycle plays their role,
Seems dubious yet without any loop hole.
Leaving behind the past within sealed pages,
Few not-so-red roses, an empty cup of coffee,
A sweet giggle behind the broken crockery.
And we wish to start again with fresh pages,
Which look alike,
Without any broken circle of coffee,
Without any fragrance of roses.
It happens to you,
It happens to me, it’s all natural.
We move on, or pretend we have moved on,
We turn ourselves busy, or act very lazy,
To avoid any thought of loneliness,
And fill such voids with craziness.
Naturally nature knows what to be done,
You tried your best, now its time’s turn.
Now sms packs are just for friends,
Romantic ringtones are out of trend,
Even parties go on without excuses,
Although our heart do not easily fuses.
Chaos made a settlement with busy routine,
We realize there’s nothing wrong in being little mean.
It happens to you,
It happens to me, it’s all natural.
Every human carry a heart with four chambers,
Which secretly desires someone to pamper,
But the mind halts these desires on the way,
May it be a windy or rainy or sunny day.
We are the products so natural,
Our reactions need to be natural.
Plethora of emotions still shrewdly reside,
Sometimes we share, and mostly we hide.
They make us jealous, they make us cry,
They flow with anger, and stop at eyes.
They instantly push us to laugh out loud,
They bear the will to make us feel proud.
They play wisely with heart and mind,
They make us cruel, they make us kind.
It happens to you,
It happens to me, it’s all natural.
Sometimes we wish to know us more,
And we find numerous things to adore,
Which we skipped while running behind others,
But now the bird will sing for its new feathers.
The melodious songs to the new beginning,
Holding hopes for the new inning,
Still a huge part of sky is left for exploration,
Let’s start again with bursting devotion.
Who knows when you will fall in again,
And that’s the beauty of this natural game.
The winds, the rains, the sunny days are natural,
The fragrance of flowers, the smell of ours is natural.
Falling in love and broken hearts are natural.
Many people travel on the same boat,
The water on which it floats is natural.
It happens to you,
It happens to me, it’s all natural.
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Who knows when you will fall in again,
And that’s the beauty of this natural game.
