Giving Wings To Dreams

The bird of my heart , yearns to take the flight that would lead it to a cold distant land where for sure it would find the warmth . The warmth of filial love that doesn't let it rest. What a pity ! more than chirping it whimpers, it whispers because flight towards east side is its only behest. Since the bird of my heart longs to capture that image with open wide eyes ,  Which is round the clock painted on its soul or conscience. Alas! The bird of my heart has turned stiff as a stone , Unwilling to accept that the poor heart's yearned desire isn't going to taste the light of reality in time nearby. It has to wait and watch, Till the time is ripe when either it would fly or cool gust would blow to quench its thirst for sure from  the east side.

Dynamic Hourglass show some mercy Ask the sand of seconds, minutes and hours to fall a bit slow. From dawn to dusk, From morning till evening a mom is venturing to weave a few more memories with boundless yarn of love she has exclusively for crystal of her heart. Heartless Sandglass see sand of time is still slipping down.  A Helpless father yearns to lock and seal last few glitters of the precious gem of his make . Stubborn Hourglass the ultimate hour for which they had constantly prayed has come so close that its proximity has filled their heart with a strange scare. Unfathomable Sandglass the fact that you are relentless, and that it's beyond human hand to make dial of your speed budge even for an inch has failed to impress the gardener whose plant is going to be planted soon in a place far from his care. Race against time only time can win. Oh! Mighty Hourglass though you can't stop, Oh! Swift Sandglass though your sand of time has to by and by sway, yet Just give an assura...