Smoke goes with the wind

when stillnes is around
smoke wil go with the wind
my friend, smoke goes with the wind

when moments sigh
on echoes of smile
you would be gone
far by many miles

rings would reach high
n silence would be seen
smoke , my friend, would go with the wind

climbing high, on the mountain of life
many such mates u shall meet
few would dance, few would chat
few would mean nothing
in such moments, the smoke wil go with the wind

toilimg up hard
toiling up soul
u reach high, u climb tall
thats the wish, thats the life
u reach higher than that smoke
that casted your ring
till then,
smoke will go with the wind

once u r up
high above the clouds,
kissing the zenith
breathing the sucess
u shal see ur mates below....
making thier own journeies
little u might miss one of those fellow
but u shal know, by then, in ur heart
tht rough nature was there to guide
nature was there to confide
n u shall know that friends left behind
one day shall discover thier heaven own
beautifully then, bygones would be bygones
but before that happens
smoke shall accompany
and now u would have understood
smoke goes with the wind

on one such journey, my friend, we met
those tinkle of bells and those special times shared
u were on journey n so was i
little we knew what was coming by
hitched we not, cared we not
just dived in the pool by the hill
enjoyed the flow, imbibed the glow
and shone we together with the feel
the feeling of joy, of pleasure,
so close to love, tonns to treasure
n then................................................................
................................
wind blew

it rustles, it hassled, it passed by
we paused, we stared, we look into each others eyes
reflection.................................................

we knew..................................................................................................

time to say goodbye........
and the journy forlongs
for you and me
travelers travelling alone
however roadless it may be..............
no fear of unknown
not attached with all knowns
only love
thats what we hold
when we communicate feelings that were untold
and we resume
and we march
and we pursue
and we last
in our own ways
in our own directions
with out own choices
with our own resources
with our own courage and strength
we cover those mighty lenghts

and climb,
high....
and low.....
and low yet again....
and again high.....
and again some interesting treck.....
who reaches where
and sees what below
is nothing but just a surprise
a grand surprise
and its sure.....................
going to be much more than
just that smoke.......
which had gone with the wind.......................................................