Summer Stolen glances, secret smiles The warmth of a first crush The thrill that shoots through your spine Every time your fingers brush. It is shy, a little naïve, Wears its heart on its sleeve One word can make or break it Or so it tends to believe! Though full of warmth, it is but young, And its roots have not yet taken hold So, we shall have to wait to discover How it fares when the weather grows cold! Monsoon Thunder and lightning, loud and flashy, Full of passion, it is bright and bold! A whirlwind of wild days and nights, Expensive gifts wrapped in gold. But, when the icy cold begins to seep in Will these suffice for it to sustain When lust fades and allure wanes Will the spark of love still remain? The story is not finished yet For it still remains to be seen Whether this romance shall survive When leaves turn brown from green. Autumn It is quiet, a solid presence, That has stayed through the years, Like a bosom friend, it has now learnt, All your dreams and fears. T...