Rustic's world

  Labyrinth Finding my way Through this maze - of life Edging forward Some caution Some strife So-Un thwarted undaunted In stride

 Himalayas Majestic, tall So supreme Proud, placid so extreme Steep- sided so unique Him- alaya snow’s abode What a beauty to abhor !

  Twinkle in eyes Every day, every time Spruce up life Spreads joy and delight   Tender heart deep wisdom shallow pride   ray of sunshine ceaseless promises aspirations low and high   positive mind hopeful and kind curious steps sturdy stride   harbinger of hope growing sweet and divine                    

 Finding my way through this maze of life edging forward  with caution unthwarted  in denial  of any  defeat

                                    Hope   Sweet, gleamy buds sway Waiting eagerly to bloom An ounce or an inch A hope Every day Past was dark Buried down there A glimmer Behold! Glistening new dawn is here an ounce or an inch A new rising hope eagerly waiting, today! Neither storm could  thwart Nor any drought could dismay fresh, new beginning an ounce or an inch Full with lots of hope, today!

 language and life, its a weird combination. You need language to live life and you need life to live a language. It seems complicated, well! actually it is! Growing up in school, Literacy was an essential subject. In fact, it was a skill. A skill that provided security for a better future. The aura and the pride associated with this special talent was incomprehensible. People watched you speak and were enthused by the art of raillery. Even though, it was a mere statement! Being articulate and emphatic was an additional asset. Life was beautiful. Whilst basking in the glory of this new found love and sharing the experience with everyone around; it seemed the romance would never fade. It all gradually gave in to pride. A joy of being superior, a status of being different and a stature of a facade! Real life doesn't need just -Literacy. It became clearer later when life showed its true hue! Literacy is not defined by the borders of the coherent sentences, the limitations of the words...

 Our little growing child has been exploring the world around her. Acquiring new words and adjectives to describe her feelings, emotions and diverse aspect so f life that she experiences on a daily basis. Apparently, her love of diving deep into the ceaseless sea of words and variations has made her more interested and glued with her paper pad and pencil. I could see her sitting in a corner and jotting, scribbling and penning something or the other. Often, she would come and show her beautifully crafted piece where I could see that child like innocence soaring with her growing comparisons. They are some far fetched! some quite subtle and some incredibly cute. I am delighted to see her growing love for her expression and would wish her to continue it nurturing!! with love