Amateur

Amateur
 
This evening,
Sun is little hazy!
So is my mind,
A little confusing,
Little crazy!
Sitting at the windowpane,
With my silent oceanic eyes,
Staring at the tree,
With traces of seasonal ice,
Sun has started dawning,
The mist will fade away,
Flowers will blossom!
Fruits will fill the basket!
Cheer will return to streets!
There will be parties n treats!
I am alone like a thorn!
If any flower will part with me,
Or I will continue to mourn!
Every tickle of the needle,
Explaining present, past n future,
My needle of life tickling,
With many conjecture,
My thoughts have become,
A little caricature,
I want to return,
To my original faith,
Faith of loving otherness!
And a little amateur!!!