Monday, October 5, 2015

Life from the Bird’s Eye

In this world we come, to see our parents’ twinkling eyes;
They hold us tight and love us right, to make us all well and wise.
The first crawl, the first stand, the first run and the first fall;
Our sweet smile, our loud cries, makes everything around us stall.

The excitement of running to school for the first time;
The fun of having best friends to fight and play all the time
The first crush, the first love and the first rose for the special one;
The first no, the first heart break and then the repeated sessions of sad songs

The hard work in school and then in college, to excel in life’s unseen battle
The pride to have the first offer, “Mom-Dad, I’ve done it.” Waving it like a rattle
The first day at work, and the huge shopping before that
The first salary, the first award at work and the first appraisal

Yet another time the heart falling for one and this time I know it’s a budding love
Hand in hand, theatres, movies, eateries and gardens- like the lovely two little doves
The most important day to celebrate, the day when the two souls met to be one
Begins the journey of life with flavors of love, responsibility, and a lot of fun

The late hours slogging, the overflowing work, no time for party, no time for fun
One day to realize, it’s time for the little one to come, the heart wonders it’s a daughter or a son?
Tired and exhausted with work, life’s trigger lies only in the little one’s smile
Struggle is on, to make the future bright for the little one to shine

One day to see the little one is a self-made and successful soul
Having a new found world with dreams and sensibly defined goals
Eyes filled with pride and heart in peace, I declare that’s my beautiful life’s fruit
Taking with it, my values and ethics to live and play life’s beautiful flute


Content with life’s offerings, holding hands and finding solace in each other’s lap
We close our eyes to embrace the other world and take a long, rather longest nap
That’s the cycle of life, the beautiful life, the gift from the goddess herself
Live it, Love it, Laugh it, Play it, Sing it, Dance it…… Coz you are priceless yourself.

                                                                                                                                                               

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  2. Reminded me of Shakespeare's 'The Seven Ages Of Man'. Loved your depiction. Aptly woven words to create a beautiful visual drama. Great job Sohini. God Bless!!!

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