Butterflies & Rainbows

I would love to write about butterflies and rainbows,

Of the colourful things

Your heart yearns for.

A world your innocent eyes build;

Where not an ounce of darkness creeps in.

A world; filled with laughter

Of happiness that echoes contagiously,

Where each child need not look over their shoulder

But only ahead, as their dreams begin.

A place where kindness dwells,

Where at each step a helping hand outstretched.

Where you could stumble and fall 

With assurance of not being mocked

But, with gratitude of lessons learnt

You take help to steady yourself on.

As you walk along time

Finding a rhythm your heart sets,

With no hurry to finish the race

You halt, when your heart desires

A quick chat with the buzzing bees

Or the beautiful birds

Perched on a tree.

Your feet dancing to their music

For in this, you find glee.

Your soul melts with warmth

As they welcome you along

Strewing blossoms forth, the path

You take home

Your heart filled with joy

Like when you’ve seen a rainbow

But is this the world we live in ?

Or a figment of my imagination ?


Are You?


“You are not; what others see,

Nor are you what rumours speak,

Neither are you the colour of your skin,

Nor the accent you spew from your lips.

You maybe the person with outstretched arms,

The one with a warm embrace and a light heart.

Be not fooled by the books you carry,

Nor by the glance of onlookers as you pass by,

For what they fail to see is;

A fragile being none lesser than themselves,

Carrying her world within her heart.

For you are not; what you wear,

Neither are you the status you bear,

Nor the religion you follow,

And definitely not the language that you speak.

But yes you are; the head filled with dreams,

The love you notice, but everyone disagrees.

Let not your vision be shadowed by the rest,

For you are not what they choose to see,

But everything that’s unique.”