But not with my consent

somebody thought i will be a good shade for the travellers when i grew up
I was planted ,but not with my consent ,
i didn't choose this place But i thank him for choosing it for me
For i know i couldnt have found this place

The nature adopted me, nurturing and feeding me with her love
And i dont remember the time flying by
For i became a tree in no time
but i remember the birds flying away from me every while

The travellers came and went , never looking back
i too felt to walk with them , to travel places unknown
but my roots have went deep, but not with my consent
and i was caught here , nowhere to go, no-one  to love

I was afraid to love, for it wasnt easy to say goodbye everyday
But thats what i thought in the summer, and spring
Till the winter, And then there wasnt anyone to come for me
And that was harder than to say goodbye

So thats what i thought till autumn, when my leaves were shed
and i was bald as a senile, abhorrent to those who passed by
i felt to run and hide, but my roots were deep, but not with my consent
And i know love isnt something for all, but for chosen some.
So dare not to take it for granted ,not even for a moment

A rainy evening

waiting under the shades
looking away vague and distant
that my eyes could reach
that my mind could reach
but this rain is getting heavy
why i am reluctant to step out
From this shades
i am all wet and drenched already
I should follow my heart
walk into the heavy down pour
arms spread , embracing the coldness
The chilled water from the heavens Sink
pouring down , My bones would freeze
But it will cleanse my fears away
 And just carry on walking Till
I reach where my mind is