“Ride your dreams, have no apprehensions,
For they will take you, to your world of imaginations.
Wavering faith, ifs and buts, all have to be eliminated,
Endeavor to achieve, there is a reason why a dream has originated.”
Simi
Believer
Tag: child
Aberrant Aspect
” Startled she chirped around, bewildered at what was seen..!
Has the child got caged now, what on earth, does that mean?”
Simi
Le Petit Musicien
He holds the guitar as close as he can, with smaller, he doesn’t want to compromise,
He desires to play the finest of tunes, to his highest pitch he wants to rise.
Engrossed in his music, unaware of the world, this little star has his own ways,
When i ask about the superb euphony, “They are chords mom..”, he gently says.
I love the musician in him, for his guitar is all, this artist desires,
Am so sure he ‘n his music would go places, ’cause that’s what he humbly aspires.!!
#Rockstar
My little musician who indulged into music when he just touched 5...Or maybe much before that..his fingers could feel the strings..!!
Treasured Moments
“You just don’t care for yourself o mom, sit down now let me see..!!
I’ll have to work really hard on you”, she sounded worried as she told me.
I was amazed at the warmth of her little fingers, marking maps within my hair,
Her entire collection was spread on the bed, with so much love and care.
I savored the luxury of the softest touch, basked in the warmth so pure,
Felt blessed and ecstatic to have her in my life, she’s my angel for sure.
Transitory Enigma
Let me get my wings i said, will never ever rest..
Let me get beautiful and tall, will always be the happiest..
Mother said, “i pray !” I wondered if she wasn’t sure…!!!
Far away in my dreamland, where the finest will exist,
I’ll soon reach that place, which is impeccably exquisite.
Mother said, “i pray !”..I was still confused.
Then life happened and when my aspirations were fulfilled, i realized,
The truth about the glories and the fascinations which used to leave me mesmerized.
“It’s all within you’, mom used to say,
“Your wings, your charm and in your glorious way.
It’s you who will decide, what makes you feel gratified,
And with how much vibrancy, the horse of life you ride.’
So today my child, when you say the same to me..
All i do is smile, ’cause i really want you to see…
It’s the time which fools each one of us, one day,
So let time, take it’s time, and i smile as i pray !
Splendid Sublimity
The finest bond, the purest love, the yes for all demands,
A vigilant eye, composure phenomenal, yet some stern commands.
Your charisma is undisputed and i am completely in love with you,
Father, when i hold your hand, i understand how’s the love called true.
The Pious Relation
The way you held me close to you, and taught me how to write..
I wish the life would also let me color, with strokes light and bright.
Your being next to me, is my biggest strength you know,
Wish i could tell you how much i love you, and how much to you i owe.
In the folds of your sari somewhere, my childhood can still be found..
I know you still dream of me, and pray that i stay safe and sound.
This selfless love can be found, only in you, o dear mother..
Nobody can nurture a child so tirelessly, none another.
Reflections
The child is your reflection they say..
so the father needs to be determined and strong.
The present is the reflection of past..
so you better not do anything wrong…
The reflection of earth on moon ..
has its own story to narrate,
If the traveler wants to rest in shade ..
for the trees’ reflection on the grass, he has to wait.
Reflections are important, you have to agree..
But the best part is, we are trapped and they are free.
Fantasy
As a child i always used to fantasize,
climbing the rooftop in the midnight.
My cat would be giving me company, i was sure,
as she was fantastic in climbing the height.
” May be i’ll have to be on my toes” , i guessed,
’cause moon may still be a little away.
And as i would give a kiss to him,
my face, will be all lit with moon’s ray.
I was convinced i would do it at least once,
But mom never woke me in the right hour.
Else i would have surely kissed the beautiful moon,
And wouldn’t be envying it’s closest star.
Freedom
To a bird it’s to fly..
To a horse it’s..to run..
To a child it’s..to play..
To a teen..just have fun.
For a monk it’s..to pray..
To a butterfly.. it’s liberation..
To a teacher..the dedication.
Freedom for a soldier means, a free nation.
It’s a word with different meanings,
Intricate yet very simple..
For me it’s just the inner happiness ,
Which can be always there, and ample.
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