Neither all stories are true nor do all have a happy ending. Sometimes we may find a clue Sometimes it is teeth grinding! Life is one long zigzag story - our characters are long or brief. Consider your role transitionary, If destiny is God... time is a thief!
A cozy corner- a hidden place on a cream tiled floor. That's what I call "my space" just in front of the open door. The cold tiles makes me feel good during the summer evenings. Inspiration often lifts up my mood, words start getting wings. The open door gives me solace as hectic thoughts can run free. And I can look at Present's face while searching for Future's key.
As I reached my 13th birthday, I learnt Im now a teen. And less than 10 years away, it’ll end with number 19. “Big deal!” I foolishly thought, what might actually change? I was wrong, beyond any doubt, when things started turning strange. Eww, the acne…arghhh…hair growth, where they never existed before! Tragedy covered in layers of loath creeped me out more and more. Crazy hormones did crazier things – I’m sure all of you felt the same. Teenage changes so many things… don’t be fooled by its fancy name!
Homesick people will know when they find it hard to go. For whatever reason it may be, they just can't beat destiny. Childhood home beckons the heart. As adults we always move apart. Still at times we feel homesick when tedious day plays mind trick. The smell of home fills the mind Memories that aren't left behind Now the first chance that comes by I'll go home if I could fly!
Busy bustle of weekday morning A break between classes A yawn followed by some stretching Putting down sweaty glasses As I come near the window ledge The pool sparkles in the sun A pair of pigeons sat on the edge Having a serious conversation They bob their heads in dissent Preen their feathers to look nice Coo if they luckily assent Flap wings in the water to entice They can talk without words Argue without any sound I love to see the busy birds They never fail to astound
Sitting in the warm Spring breeze I try to draw a portrait of words The exhausted sky looks at ease smiling at returning birds A few twinkling stars in the sky City lights blinking bright My shadow is asking me why my curious feet are quiet I smile a bit, I stroll and stop I feel time silently flow I stare around from the rooftop While the city buzzes below I often hear what I can't see The spirit of silence Darkness introduces to me My heart's silent cadence
What might warm up our hearts? Little joys of nature for me Birds measuring the sky in parts Puffy clouds floating free The changing twilight skyline bright streaks spread far and wide The setting sun bright clementine Moon emerging like a shy bride The squirrel scrambling for treats The butterfly kissing new flowers The ants marching on the streets Dragonflies in summer showers Nature has abundance of treasure For those who search little delights I, for one, seek solace and pleasure in nature’s simple sights
The little boy loves chocolate Craves for sweet things Picks up a shiny clean plate And tries to pull some strings All he wants is a big piece of cake Loaded with chocolate cream So Mommy's gonna bake The delicious cake of his dream The oven smells amazing The baking is almost done Can anything be more tempting Than a piece cake for everyone?