Magic of Spring

Spring

 

 After the cold and chill of winters, can feel Spring approaching, silently, slowly.

Words-2

Actions define a person but words are...

like  a soothing balm on open wounds,
like a strong string that binds and holds.

Like a comforting blanket to keep us warm,
like a finger caressing a face to make one calm.

Like an embrace which holds you tight,
like the lamp which shows you the light.

Like the most beautiful painting ever painted,
like the most unforgettable dream ever dreamt.

They can uplift, they can depress,
they can make you ecstatic no less.

They can drive you crazy with anger,
 Or make your emotions stay in a dangle.

They can break you, make you and lose all tact.
Words are just words but they entice us to react.

The Ghost Town

Nature's beauty surplus,
houses unfinished.
Water in abundance,
unoccupied homes with dust.

Selfishly

Miss you, like I would miss myself,
 if I stopped looking into the mirror.

Hate you, like I would hate myself,
if I was remorseless after being wrong.

Feel guilty, like was neglecting myself,
if I don't think about you.

Yes! it hurts to feel that way,
but makes me feel alive too.

For love you, like I love myself,
selfishly, unconditionally, unapologetically.

Those few last days!

These last  days of the year, make me anxious.
For the time that is slipping by was precious.

Don't want these days to pass, want to hold on to them forever.
For the time that flew away so fast, will never come back ever.

Tried to live in the present, as best as I could.
Still the passing time pulls me back as hard as it would.

Growing a year older with not much wisdom on turning page.
For some still ask me to grow up and act my age.

Don't want to bid farewell to anyone or anything.
As I am content with what I feel and have, within.

But has anyone held time? It is not possible.
So, I shall also follow it, chase it and be sensible.

The Christmas Tree

My Christmas 🌲 tree is growing up so fast,
last year it was shorter than my daughter.
This year it has grown up past,
her excited face, head and laughter.

It's not just a tree with some ornaments,
some lights, clumsily decorated by little hands.
It is a living soul that brings joy and excitement,
a companion illuminating lives, in a way grand.

The twinkling lights, light you up,
like little hearts beating in unison.
The cheer and squeals it brings,
giving reasons for memories to be spun.

I hope it grows into a handsome 7 feet tall tree,
looking over the girl who looked after the sapling.
Wrapping up in its needles, my family's glee,
Keeping the souvenirs of memories in a string.