Weed

The feel of air on my face
Life dives in by breaths
The electric swaying
Of the flower and weeds
Has anyone seen the beauty of a weed?
Or always stuck with a flower
Appears spiky, more softer than a petal
Look close
It holds a world inside
May be a galaxy
With many renegades
Like you and me

The mushy Sea
Calm and serene
Does it know that it never ends?
That it is made up of many waves?
The Sun tries to steal it away
Drop by drop
But not for long
Each droplet comes back to its beau
Through thunder storms and riverlets

Does music know how it sounds?
Its variations
Permutations and combinations
Is it arrogant or egoistic?
For being majorities company
During solitude, during mess
Its wild emotional play
To it how this mortal body sway
How it gets beautiful
As the different ends join
How unique it is
Even with a single play
How loud
How soothing
With the lullabies and the growling

The nights
Do they realize their existence ?
Do they love the stars ?
And miss the moon just before the dawn
Or do they just die everyday
To make its beloved day
Breathe in the Sun's rays

Do the other wonders feel bad ?
That I still don't know if they exist ?
Do they wait to be discovered ?
Share a new experience
Amaze me
With the magic they behold
To enrich my life some more..