"Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly flow the days
Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers
Blossoming even as we gaze"
I still remember the tune , a song which was part of my routine of growing up..As i studied in a convent where the third language was definitely not french, German or Sanskrit ; it was perhaps choir songs and prayers..but the faint tune of this song is still etched in my heart...
Time is so ephemeral , like a puff of smoke dissipating in the wind ...But that's the sweetness of life, events good or bad pass by and you somehow tend to move on with the flow...Today being a twenty something I realise how a tiny tot transforms to a lady replete with honour, skill and grace..it is the journey of a little child whose eyes would have always sought for parents directions to a thriving youth who now willfully abandons any piece of advice that passes through the ears...
How brilliant were those episodes of innocence , the carefree laughter, the fairy tales and now its a twinge of regret that seeps in because those memories rest in the wake of reality .However, i realise that learning is an inevitable offspring of life, sometimes forced, sometimes picked up naturally.In events as trivial as a get together and as important as intimate discussions with loved ones you get acquainted with various lessons which you may have never fathomed.
Today i wonder how have i learnt the language of silence, the beauty of acceptance, the mathematics of profit, the science of understanding, the strength to revolt, the perseverance to carry on , the flexibility to adapt, the touch of poise , the art to value people and not things...
Yes I have grown up...
grown up to face the vagaries and strife...
comforted by a kind word, a smile...
grown up to quench my thirst to perform...
drink my pain , life a melodious song...
yes I have gown up to earn...
an honest compliment, and to condone..
make gains and be an open heart.
smallest act of caring ,would never keep your soul apart...
P.S : Definitely have not learnt poetry:P
