Giving Wings To Dreams

A battered soul was entrapped in a huge hellish tower, Decades on decades were rushing by, tears would flow blinding its petrified eyes.  For far and miles there wasn't a single soul who could hear its pathetic cries. No bird of peace ever flew near that damned tower's skies. Darkness overpowered as impenetrable unvarying dark clouds surrounded above the devilish tower. No ray of optimism, could kill the unfathomable pessimistic murk, as in that empire of gloom, ray wielded no supreme power. Serpents of sorrows wriggled in and around. Wolves of fear and scorpions of insecurities frowned from every square. The ill-fated soul could barely move with heavy shackles tightly secured around its feet, With no anticipation of liberation all it wished was the ultimate salvation. There wasn't even a trace of a little bit hope, When out of nowhere the doomed soul chanced upon an unexpected miracle. One fine morning,an angel passed by that dark dismal den. Enroute to his heavenly abode,...

TRIBUTE TO FATHER IS AN EFFORT TO GIVE WORDS TO ONE OF MY COLLEAGUES IN DAV (ONCE MY HAPPY WORKPLACE), JASWINDER SIR'S FEELINGS WHO OF COURSE, ACKNOWLEDGES A MOTHER'S CONTRIBUTION BUT WISHED A FATHER MUST ALSO GET HIS DUE IN HIS CHILDREN'S UPBRINGING. I HOPE JUSTICE HAS BEEN DONE THROUGH  THIS SMALL EFFORT.  At times ,cold as ice yet comforting and balming, hard as coconut but sweetest at core that's a father's pretenceless heart, sturdy as a mountain an unshakeable support, rough and rugged as a road that for sure leads to  the beautiful resorts, Such is the beauty of a father's love. Love that makes no audible noise, That mostly abstains from public display of affection, But round the clock makes sure that the fire beneath the hearth of his home shouldn't ever extinguish, Works like  an ox, Doesn't mind what it takes blood, sweat or tears Every price for his little ones' smiles he is willing to pay.  Often misunderstood,  often underestimated,  oft...

Exhausted,  exasperated, trodden, burdened and beaten, Like the dumb driven cattle, Every living being is an isolated island. Fuming , fretting , fussing and fighting  Within and without for reasons unknown and forever impossible to be explored. Caught between the silky webs of right and wrong, moral and immoral,  the more one tries to escape these vicious webs, The more one gets entangled and trapped. Choices are infinite, options at times are countless. The whole world is as if ebbing around Good, better and the best, Fine, finner and the finest. Amid this never ceasing race Innocent hearts tend to lose all innocence,  When there seems no purpose and life makes no sense.  Pinnacle of pelf is when already scaled, loved ones are in every possible way for future secured and superbly cared, In the lap of luxury the little ones are cradled. Velvet road one has already traversed. Yet, something is amiss, When pomp and show of the world no more allures, Delicacies of...