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A hundred little wishes

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You gaze at the stars
And you want to hold them all,
Rearrange them or stick some on to you,
Shower them and make them fall…

You look at the blossoms,
And you want to touch them all,
Smell them or pluck a few
To put in your vase or adorn a doll…

You look at the clear blue river
And you want to jump right in!
Open your arms, play with the fish,
Cleanse yourself of worries and sin…

You look at the clouds
And you want to walk atop,
Blow a kiss and see them move,
Changing shapes, they never drop!

You look at the rain
And to drench, out you dart!
You open your arms to the sky,
And let it wet the corners of your heart…

You look at life
But startled why do you get?
A hundred little wishes are lying around
Grab your joys if you haven’t as yet!

Life is a beautiful bed of thorns

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Life is a beautiful bed of thorns,
And I say that with no regret!

Roses are pretty, colourful and soft,
And aches they don’t inject,
Tender on the feet, smell capturing the heart,
A beautiful path they might set.

But dare I say I like the thorns,
With the cuts and wounds they get.
The sudden pricks, the settling pain,
The stumbles, the falls, the rocky kismet!

For every wound when heals,
Heals with a lovely scar to set,
A scar to remind me of the battle fought,
Of my own chivalry to never forget.

Pain is welcome with open arms,
When a hand to hold I get,
When some kiss the wound good bye,
And some hold tighter when the storm besets.

Dark times don’t bother me,
An eerie encompassing peace they beget,
I can stop to admire the stars above,
Even beautiful is the sunset.

Love I gain with every hurt,
Wisdom I gain with the debt,
A smooth life is not much fun to play,
A game too easy is seldom a profitable bet!

Life is a beautiful bed of thorns…
And I say that with no regret!

The kite

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They call me a kite,
They tie me to a string,
They gaze at my flight,
Little hands clapping and cheering.

They run after me,
Make my string so long.
Let me fly smooth and free
With the wind like a song.

They awe at my height,
When they see me ascending,
Fighting the wind’s might,
Heaven’s stairs when I’m climbing.

They tie a dream with me,
Each one from the throng.
Wanting the dream to wake and see,
What they wanted all along.

At times they make me fight,
With a fellow kite flying.
They make me nip with spite,
Until that kite starts falling.

The dead kite sadly,
Hangs on a tree’s prong,
Until it’s picked by hands tiny-
Giving it life and a heart to belong.

Look at me with your sight,
‘Kite’ you’d be saying,
Imagine me with insight,
‘Hope’ is my meaning…

Flying me is quite easy,
Letting me soar high can’t go wrong.
Even if I die, don’t pity-
There’s always a new one, all lifelong.

Me, the Star

Me,

I brushed my hair,
Retouched the make-up,
Controlled my nerves,
Had the mirror for a close-up.

It was my turn,
To go out on the stage,
Where acting was called ‘living’,
Each chapter was called ‘an age’!

The stage was called ‘Earth’
Where the audience was the actor,
And the actor was the audience,
Funny rule set by the Producer!

Was I supposed to perform,
Or sit and enjoy the show?
I had no script,
They said ‘Just go with the flow’!

So I cried because
That was my grand entrance!
My troupe was called ‘family’,
I was grateful for acceptance.

Then I saw around,
Witnessed the grandest drama,
Of love and beauty,
Hatred and trauma.

I grasped, assimilated,
I learnt all I could.
‘Growing up’, they called it
Taller I stood.

I then realized,
The ticket called ‘Life’,
Determines the entry and the exit-
But never the strife.

I live here,
By the choices that I take.
Blame no star, blame no fate,
My story is mine to make.

Carry on Tuesday#38