Seasons and moods

Seasons are like moods,
Of a child,
Always changing,
With free will,
To suit their demands.

The season of spring,
Is like a happy child,
Always smiling and twinkling,
Bringing joy to everyone,
Watching them play.

The season of summer,
Is like angry child,
Always screaming and hollering,
To fulfil unwanted demands,
And satisfy their terrible tantrums.

The season of autumn,
Is like child,
Calmed down,
After terrible storm,
Or planning their next mischief.

The season of winter,
Is like gloomy child,
On verge to break down,
And in desperate need,
To be hugged and loved.

As the cycle of season ends,
New year begins,
With new challenges,
But cycle of seasons remains the same,
Like the moods of a child.

That old dusted books

That old dusted books,
Lying in corner,
Of one of the racks,
Of your closet,
You hardly visit.

That old dusted books,
Remains neglected and abandoned,
By your gracious touch,
And sharp gaze,
That shines with excitement,
When you read every word,
Written from that old dusted books.

That old dusted books,
Hides treasures,
Of precious stories and enchanting folktales,
That ones excited your mind,
When you first picked up the book,
From your favourite book store.

That old dusted books,
Were once your devoted lover,
Caring your curious mind,
With new words you never heard ,
And lessons you will always cherish.

That old dusted books,
Once helped you forget sadness,
And hardships you faced in lives,
Making you smile brightly,
Even if it was for few seconds.

That old dusted books,
Sits on one of racks,
Of your closet,
That you never visit,
Waiting to be held,
By your gracious hands,
Like you held it,
The first time. 

The Valentine's Day Timeline

It's Valentine's Day,
The day of love,
When they finally say,
How much they love,
One and another,
Forever and ever.

The next day arrives,
Their tummy still flutters,
When they kiss and cuddle,
And look into each other's eyes,
For hours together,
Forever and ever.

A month pass by,
Their love is strong,
But not as sturdy,
Like the day they promised to stay lifelong.

Six months fly,
Quickly and swiftly,
They are drifting rapidly,
Due to their fights that is occurring constantly,
And their ego that is meddling their minds ceaselessly.

It's already nine months,
They have parted ways,
Their love wasn't victorious,
And lost it's fight against their egos.
After months of differences,
Growing within them.

A year has passed,
It's Valentine's Day again,
This time they are professing,
Love to not another,
But to their respective partners,
With a promise,
To stay together,
Forever and ever.