The last glow of dusk that tinged the tree and flowers, attracted my eyes, giving feels of beauty, feels of philosophy. Who knows! If this is the last dusk, this is the last glow!

Couple they seem to be, color of petal indicates pain on contrary. Mystery, sheer unsolved mystery, we all have inner holes filled with something very untold, sometimes even not known to self. What we see is not seen always, reside there shaded stories. Green is not life, thorn might reside in, be in together why not a aloofness!

Solitary, though not really, comes in exposure like someone lonely agonized, sees every moment in eternal silence. It is something else that breeze composes tunes.

Simple circuitry can be emblem of lifestyle we dive in; numerous inputs, enormous efforts, we put together to have a cherished goal. Expectations cross limits, routes change ways, sometimes aims disappear in midways, sometimes find accomplished endings.

Beauty resides not in royal bodies, merely flowers cannot be defined for reposing just in gardens they live. Beauty lives everywhere, even in mud, even in marsh.

Living life of civilized and globalized one you might sometimes unconsciously think that life or you became all in all, you are fool, artificial stays not forever, even your unknown self will might not be with you somewhere someday; then you probably need someone to get some moments of your ‘mine’, that is nature’s green.