LITTLE THINGS

 A little speck of light 

A little speck of light, 
Can remove the darkness,
  From around it. 

A little smile can  initiate,

A lasting friendship,

Even with a stranger.

A little touch of empathy,

 Can  halve the  pain,

Of a heart full of sadness.

A little sprinkle of water,

 Can revive a tender plant,

 withering in the burning summer.

 A  little hug by a mother,

 Can heal all  the hurt and bruises,

  Caused by unkind words. 

 A  little interaction with Nature,
  Can teach  the purpose of life,
  Better than any religious preacher.

                              

ERASURE

                               Sometimes I feel my mind,
                               Cluttered with unsavoury pictures
                               Engraved deep in the subconscious, 
                               Occupying most of its vital features.

                               Memories of hurtful behaviour, 
                               Of  ingratitude and betrayals,
                               Failures and painful partings,
                               Keep haunting the present,

                               As dreadful nightmares. 

                               How often do I wish,
                              To find  a magic  eraser,
                               That could wipe them for once,
                               Leaving  the canvas of mind,

                               All clean for fresh entries.

                            Paintings of uplifting emotions,

                           Dwelling deep in the abyss of heart,

                           Paintings of tough life- lessons,

                           Learnt in the school of the world.

                         

                         

                         

                         

                              

I WISH I COULD BE ...

G

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  
                              I wish I could be,
                    Like the flowers in the wild, 
                   That bloom unconditionally,
                  And be the reason of smile, 
                  For bees, butterflies and birds.

                            I wish I could be,,
              Like the flowers in a remote valley,
                      That bloom in sweet silence, 
             And  make the surroundings fragrant,
                 With no admirers nearby. 

                         I wish I could be,
              Like the flowers of a desert cactus,
                That bloom in the burning sand,
              Defying the unkind climate,
               With a spirit of forbearance.