Not everyone can see the fading colors of my feelings..
May be they are getting washed away with my tears..
The love that I had for you dear humans..
Is slowly getting replaced with fears.”
Simi
A painting by Jai.
When asked, why it had missing colors, this 11 year old, said.. “He is crying so his love( colors) is flowing away.“
“Don’t you worry I’ll ask them, what’s wrong with the mankind,
Why are they ruining it all, towards being human, why have they turned blind ? “
And the next moment the little musician picked up his guitar to question each one around,
His words lead to an awkward silence, with our insecurities we all were bound..!
Simi
You have been my shelter through all rough weather dear sis, how do I explain, what you are for me..
Mom says you are going to college very soon, I will miss you like a bird would miss it’s tree. “
Simi
“Ma what do we do for you this day.. ” the little ones asked helplessly..
We are locked down in this world of yours, but we love you tremendously.
I couldn’t feel luckier when they played, beautiful music for my ears,
And made my world a melodious place, with no worries or fears.
You are the stars of this universe dear kids, humanity owes a lot to you..
We’ve seized all your freedom, O little ones, and you have been so patient ‘n true.
As grown ups of this world we need to realize, that as kids we have played enough..
And when the turn came for new buds to bloom, we have given them weathers so rough..!!
Be kind to these beautiful souls, don’t let them watch you fret,
Tell them faith and positivity works, don’t make them believe in any threat.
Allow these butterflies to discover themselves, don’t let their wings get curled.
Let them sing, teach them to pray, let them fly in their world,
Ah this thing looks awesome,
I can rhyme with it, the way i desire ..
Each sound has a beautiful symphony,
To be in unison with it i aspire..!!
Simi
” Dad you say it’s not easy, the life in your shoes is tough..
Look at me, i am happy, though i agree they are a little rough..!!”
Simi
Through the lens of my Soldier
You are the melody to my mornings, the chimes of my noon,
The chant of evening prayers, the euphony of the moon..
A marvelous unison of art and empathy, you amaze me each day,
May you bask in glory in abundance, with music all the way..!!
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.!!
My little musician who indulged into music when he just touched 5...Or maybe much before that..his fingers could feel the strings..!!
