Little cheers

CHEER UP MY                                            FRIEND                                                     There have been some gems among us who changed the course of the world because they look the world differently. Their thinking was unique not everyone understood them.  They were opposed but they are the winners and the world was amazed. For them I dedicate this:

Open the doors of your minds, the wind is all tied up lets free it. Bring your kites bring your colors lets decorate the canopy of the sky. Why were you so worried? You are here a guest, at nature’s behest. The world was made just for you. Discover yourself, know who you are. You’re the sun, radiate light. You are the river, flow on, fly high. You will find your purpose where you will find your happiness

Life is like candy floss, spun of hopes and dreams savor it, hoard it in the palm of your hand. If there is thirst in you, you will find a raincloud round the corner. Don’t let anyone come in your way your potential is endless like the sky. You’re the sun, radiate light. You are the river, flow on, fly high. You will find your purpose where you will find your happiness.

Life is not so easy buddy. Life changes with the change in the seconds. Some time it is dark some time it is full of light. Enjoy every movement. Make it a big day. Because this very day may not be there for you tomorrow.

The world is what you make of it. It’s in the eye of the beholder. Who says fish don’t fly? Ever thought of it? Does the sun bathe every day? Or does he just wet his hair and pretend to be clean? These stars are they winkling or grumbling each other in anger. Why is the world so colorful? Ever wondered? Imagine. Choosing these colors so lovingly someone has decorated the world. Soo beautiful is your universe. I suspect the creator is surely an artist. . So free your mind spread your wings let the colors fly come on lets spin new dreams. Let the world be cherished with your thoughts let the sky be decorated with your ideas let the universe be surprised with your imaginations. I am with you, you are with me. You and me, lets altogether fragrance the sky with bright thoughts, better ideas, and best experiences                                                              

                                                                               -K. Bharadwaj 

     THEY ARE THE SMALL      CHILDREN   Look at them they are of like fresh drops of dew nestled in palms and leaves. They are gifts of the heavens. They stretch, turn, slip and slide like delicate pearls glinting with laughter. They are like little stars on earth. Like sunshine of winters day bathes the court yard in gold they banish darkness in our hearts and warm us to the core. They are the stars on the earth. 

Like sleep trapped in eye lids, where sweat dreams abound and in the dream an angel rises. They are like fountains of color. They are like butterflies on blossoms, like love which is selfless. They are surging ways of hope; they are the dawn of dreams and eternal joy. On the heavy nights of dark bosom they sit like a flame dispelling gloom. Like an orchards fragrance they fill the air. They are like kaleidoscope of myriad hues.

They are like flowers reaching up the sun. They are like the notes of flute in the quite of a grove. They are breaths of fresh air. They are the rhythm and music of life. Like the pulsing life of the neighborhood they are like buds, determined to bloom. They are like the breeze of the season caught in your palm. They are the blessings of our elders.

Sometimes as wise as old men at others, they are like care free stream or a volley of innocent questions. Like laughter breaks silence, and smile lights up a face. They are like celestial light that shines on the fortunate. They are like the moon dancing on the lake. They are like a familiar shoulder in the midst of a crowd. They are gurgling stream, frothing and giggling. They are like a sweet little nap at midday. They are like the comfort of loving touch. They are like joyous music ringing in your ears. They are like a fine spray of rain. Can you guess who are they? As others said they are not the pillars they are the planners. They are the children!!!!!!

                                                                        -K. Bharadwaj