The moon is not perfect tonight,
Its glow, too, is not so bright,
Nor does it look as confident,
As it did last night.
The moon is not full tonight,
And not so enchanting either,,
To make tides rise high,
In excitement to touch the sky.
I know it will keep on waning,
Both in size and brilliance,
Bit by bit through the fortnight,
And once will even disappear.
But truly, it's resilient enough,
To bounce back and resume,
Its eternal journey in the firmament,
Though different in look every time.
I wish I could be,,
Like flowers in the wild,
That bloom there unconditionally,
And be the reason of smile,
For bees, butterflies and hummingbirds.
I wish I could be,
Like a flower in a remote valley,
Blooming in sweet silence,
Making the surroundings fragrant,
Without any admirer nearby.
I wish I could be,
Like cactus flower in the desert,
Blooming in the burning sand,
And appear to defy the harsh heat,
With a spirit of calm forbearance.
Words are part of my existence
Through them I express myself
And share my mind and heart
With the people around.
But sometimes they desert me
Making it rather impossible
To convey what I really mean
And the way I wish to do so.
Then all I do is, to keep silent
And wait for them to return
I know they will sure be back
Like life-long companions,
Enabling me to reconnect
With the world, I always belong
The people I love to be with
In the vibrant fair called life.
The night is standing at my door
Like a much-concerned mother
Asking me to take a break
And go to her fold to relax.
It won't be wise to ignore her,
As I too, am feeling tired
And she is a true well-wisher
Offering the much-needed rest.
She is standing at my door
Promising to rejuvenate my mind
So, humbly I surrender myself to her care
The unfinished work, I will resume later.
I look up at
The velvety darkness of the sky
And see the stars in multitudes
Dotting it from end to end
Twinkling now and then.
When in my childhood
I often wondered
(Like all children, everywhere do)
What they actually were
And where they after all went
When the sun came up.
And now, though old enough
To understand things better
I still look up sometimes
Waiting for a shooting star
That I may make a wish
Before going to bed.
If the path ahead
Is too steep to climb on
And reaching the summit
Appears a distant dream
Move on cautiously
One step at a time.
If the hurdles on the way
Are too many to be numbered
Daring you to walk them over
And you fear lest you stumble over
Take the challenge in your stride
One block at a time.
The heights you wish to reach
May not be attained overnight
Nor can the whole world be yours
By winning a single fight
Keep going on steadily
Aiming one goal at a time.
