Roads and Lanes,

Clouds with Rains,

Sprouting Sunshines

Linger on pains

 

Nosedive

 Some day,

In a one long summer day,

You might find the lost trail

Burnt with hell fire

Lit up by its own flesh

Under a far far mountain canopy.

Clouds may whisper 

With puzzled earth  dwellers

" It was flying ok 

Till the last nosedive"

Somewhere ....

Unseen from mundane eyes

Might lie the black box

In a deep , shrubby valley

With years of distress signals

Crashed in to a one long good bye