Once full of life,
It gave lives to many,
Sunshine was its friend,
Who used to put happiness on its face,
And breeze its companion,
With whom it loved to dance.
Then the time changed,
Starting to change its colour,
Was the first sign of ageing,
Now the sunshine was nomore tender,
And the breeze transformed into storm.
Disgraced and battered,
It fell on the ground,
It was stepped by many,
But it took that chance to leave an imprint,
On their path forever.
Make magic out of each moment…
It’s never about where you grow, it’s about how you grow…
Even if it’s a storm outside, always carry a sunshine in your heart..
Beauty in white…
Beautiful and humble…
Open your eyes…
This daffodil likes to photobomb…
Looks like it’s raining yellow..
Nature’s own bouquet..
It doesn’t matter how small you are when you decide to shine, you shine…
When hope spreads from one to another….
“When in doubt, wear purple.” – Unknown
Do you see me?
Standing on the side,
Without any movements.
May be I'm just a pole,
With a bulb on my head.
With no special traits to attract,
But to just give all the light that I can.
When you struggle in darkness,
To show you the way,to avoid any harm.
So the next time you pass by,
At the very least, can you acknowledge my existence?
Do you see me now?
It's all over me and inside me,
From the uppermost layers of dead cells of my skin,
To the innermost dark caves of my soul,
From birth to till this age,
All those fingerprints had made me,
And moulded me.
The tapping hands on my back when I was born to make me breath,
The soothing ones when I cried,
The loving touch of my mother and father,
And the caring ones of my beloved grandparents.
The naughty ones of my little brother who pulled my hair during fights,
Teachers who gave their blessings on my head,
The friends who loved to hold my hands and hug,
And the family next-door who gave me food when my parents were not at home.
The touch of a person who I loved the most,
The words of the same which made prints on my heart and soul,
The people who disgraced me for who I'm,
The hands which tore me inside out.
The little fingers which aroused all my motherly instincts,
To love and to care without any conditions,
To be strong against all the evils when it's needed,
To find happiness and be hopeful about the future.
The person who left me hanging on the thread,
The people who ruined everything what was left,
The hands which shattered everything one after another,
To destroy my life and to crush my spirit.
All those fingerprints in my life,
Taught me how to be a human,
To be brave and vulnerable at the same time,
To be positive when I find negativity all outside,
To smile and be kind to someone who is being unkind.
In that dark night,
Where the moon decided to hide behind the clouds,
Where the sky couldn't hold its tears and the broken earth's emotions had overflowed,
She could feel dampness on her feet,
The cold air found its hands to strangle her,
She couldn't breathe,
It felt like her legs were giving up,
Soon drowning in the mud,
She won't be visible to anyone.
So, she tried and God knows she tried,
To pick herself up and to keep walking,
Covering her ears, she kept her eyes wide opened,
To protect herself from hungry howling wolves,
Who were waiting for the perfect time to pounce,
She gathered every piece of her,
And ran for the life.
That's when she saw the tunnel,
And at the end of it, she could see a stunning star,
Resembling all the lights that she had ever seen in her lifetime,
But, when she tried to reach for it,
Keeping her hopes high with a twinkle in her eyes,
She realised that it was just a mirage,
So she vanished into the thin air,
As if she was just a dust in an enormous galaxy.
When transition and transformation are necessary and beautiful……