Poems

My lovely life is full of many dreams

And various experiences too.

No matter how simplistic it may seem,

A dream I have today just might come true.

A dream begins as nothing but a spark

That gets developed to maturity,

Through thoughts of happiness as from the lark

Who thinks through tunes at daybreak filled with glee.

A grain of sand is hardly visible,

A tiny tangent of the beach of chance;

But when a being sees the beach is full,

They feel a sudden burst of confidence.

Though I am but a petty grain of sand,

The beach, to me, is truly close at hand.

When running in a race

Only the backs of people are seen.

It is as if they are turned against you

Trying to win for themselves.

The people watching don’t understand.

They look to their left instead of right

And see the fronts of people encouraging them on.

But at the end, all you can hear

Is the cheery woosh of the spectators

And you feel a blue ribbon break off two posts

And you can stop running.

Because you won.

—

Just one of many racers.

The rest try not to be sore losers.

To do better next time.

Was it worth it, for them too?

Can the race still be fun, win or not?

What is there to learn?

—

Yes. You won.

Differently this time.

Not against others.

Instead– against an earlier version of you!

You grew.

And if you are wise

You’re ready to grow some more, too.

—

You’ve found your favorite way to grow.

To join hands

With others who have also grown.

When everyone helps in their own special way,

Knowing who is especially good at what,

We can all grow in a new way:

Together.

While making a contribution to our world.

Roses and Thorns

Roses and thorns

Beauty and pain

They go hand in hand

Remember the beauty even with the pain

Change is constant

We will get through this

Even if we are not ok

Yet

One moment at a time

Now is the time

To notice the beauty

And make the change