The women of our world

Can you dream the capacity of a mother,

The unparalleled reach of her affection,

Depths of courage she finds,

Caring for loved ones.

Once a daughter,

The apple of the eye,

She will always be,

Beautiful by creation.

If there ever be good so pure,

It shall lie in the arms of the mother,

In the eyes of the angel looking at the loved,

In the bonds between a father and a daughter.

If there ever be one born to raise above all,

Leave behind beautiful scars of memory,

In everything she touches,

In everyone she stumbles across.

In the depths of darkness,

If one were to chance upon hope,

Look for solace in the hour of need,

Look for them in her arms.

Angels walking among mortals,

Defining the course of our existence,

Our past, present and future,

In the arms of the women of our world.

The arms that carried us from birth,

More capable to carry the burden of world,

Lead by example to a better tomorrow,

One filled a touch of humanity.

None so fit to rule,

None so able to lead,

None more capable to imbibe,

A sense of caring we so dearly require.

Listening to the heart

The yearning ---------------------- I had grown tired of the city I was living. Life had started to follow a routine. It was comfortable and it was good but in those minutes between, I had started to think otherwise. It had reached a point where those few minutes between started to influence the good times and I started to consider. Maybe it is time, I moved on. Move on from this comfort zone I was currently living to something new. Doubt ---------- Right now, there are moments I wonder if made the right choice. I realize it only means I should have done it sooner. The smooth and fast pace is now replaced by a need for patience, and learning and creating the new normal. I am now surrounded by a new set of people. A friend had once pointed out, " You are an acquired taste". So in all those moments of anxiety, I remind myself, give it time. Let the episode of your brash arrogance fade away, you can shine after. Until then, stay focused, there is a herculean task ah...

Romance of rain

There is a chill in the winds right before a storm, They are like a proclamation song, They say, brace yourself, We are here. As drops of water create cirles in puddles, Dogs and cats scurry to find shelter, Strong winds signalling the onslaught, With skies breaking over our heads. Leaves twisting and turning, Bowing down to the sovereignty of winds, The weak giving way to the young, The cruel nature of creation. For one to be born, one must die, And in his place the young shall rise, The old giving way to the new, And the cycle of life repeats. In the aftermath of a pouring rain, The leaves don't look up at the sky, They all look at the ground beneath, And they do so in unison. They look at the roots of their origin, The source of their birth, And sway together while they say, Thank you for enduring. When all ends they all come out to play, To celebrate the onset of monsoon, Because beyond the relms of language, All creatures understand the romance of rain.

Rise

I hear life is full of change, And maybe some of them are true, But if time is kind, may be, we be able to start where we'd part ways. I may fall at the chances I take, Destiny may even twist my fate, I may hit rock bottom time and again, But the war against life shall be mine to claim. Thou shall not dictate my rules of engagement, Nor shall thou determine the meaning of my existence, They lie solely at my discretion, Every life to his or her own. I maybe a dot in this universe, Living to make a difference, It might not be significant today, But I wait for the dee day to rise.

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