In Dreams

Sounds of laughter float in through my open window,
as merry children in the garden beneath, play.
Of light winged angels, I dream on,
As in this Dark room, I lay.

From my dream I am gently awakened,
a mystic heaviness binds the air.
I realize an angel sweetly kiss me,
I hold my hand and it finds it there.

I stare at it in a drowsy amazement.
It blinks innocently back at me.
In that one square lucid eye,
My entire being shine, I see.

"Make a wish, quick, make your wish"
It softly whispers in my ear.
I close my eyes and make that wish,
That one little wish, to me so dear.

It reassuringly bestows, its pink smile,
As I open my tearful eyes.
With a sudden pop It so vanishes,
Leaves me a moist circle and a pleasant surpize

As the sunshine tumble in through my open window,
I feel my joy sweep my blue.
I know where to, my friend has gone.
I know, my wish, will come true.

The Balloon

It was a vibrantly coloured piece of rubber filled with gas. I had adored it more than anything else. As I went to the fair holding Daddy's large forefinger with my tiny frail fist, I had pointed it out from the vendor's cart and smiled a three toothed smile at him.

He had wanted to tie the balloon around my wrist to keep it from flying away, but I had resisted. I wanted to hold the balloon in my hands.

As I walked talking excitedly in lipsy with Daddy at my side, the balloon swayed in an angle behind us. we headed for home. The little tug that it made at the string, the envious eyes of other children that followed us. I felt, I was a queen. As if I had owned the world.

My memory has faded. I had kept it neatly folded and locked away all this while. I don't really remember what exactly had caused it, but as we were entering the garden gate, my beloved balloon had naughtily slipped from my grasp. Up up up it went till it reached the milky clouds and got lost among them. I guess it went away to say hello to the stars.

I don't but Daddy still remembers the tantrum I had thrown. He says, I had sat on the steps of our verandah, my princess frock all in a fluff around me and shed tears. He says I had refused to go inside until he agreed to go and find my pretty balloon.

Yes Daddy had walked away in agitation, leaving me sitting stubbornly at the doorstep. Then miraculously, an hour later he had returned. He was holding my lost treasure.

Daddy is indeed my miracle man. In years to come, I have landed in many serious troubles and Daddy has found a cure for them all. He is the one I have always fallen back upon and He has always been there to catch me. He has always found me my lost treasures. He found me my balloon then, Now in this tumultuous life of mine, He finds me my solace.

Years have passed. Ask Daddy today, and he will tell you how he got his little angel home that day. He didnot find the balloon. He had known, it had left never to return. He had walked miles, back to the fair, back to vendor and got another one. The same design, the same colour, on special request.

And I understand today. Life makes us loose our treasures because they are to be replaced by better ones. It makes us loose our treasures so that we begin to know their worth. I valued this balloon more because, I had to cry for it. Because Daddy had to walk miles for it. I valued this balloon more because this balloon came to me with a promise. It had promised to me, it will stay.

I had allowed Daddy to tie my balloon around my wrist, when he returned with it. Later I had tied it safely to my bedpost.

Once again

The sky, once again, is sparkling blue,
The white clouds, once again,
glide playfully across.

The trees once again sway
to the tune of the pretty breeze.
The stream once again
gushes busily by.

Far in the valley,
Once again stands the Rainbow,
smiling broadly,
Once again, the gold glisten on the mountain tops .

In heavenly colours, once again,
the flowers blossom .
Once again, the butterflies
charm, over them.

Once again, the dew sparkle
on the petals of the fair daisies.
Once again, the sparrows
are back to their play


Once again, the beams
seep in through the cracks of my melancholy fortress.
and touch me warmly.
Once again, I believe in dreams.

Life is beautiful, Once again.
Once again, it softly kisses me
its promise..

I have found, my Sunshine ...