Rustic's world

  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

Life's incredible moments  when mind stops thinking  and heart stops ceasing!! When every move you take seems arduous when your intentions are pure but your mind is ambiguous you want to embark the mere first step seems  a 'task' Your sleepless nights, gaping eyes, insecure soul all mug you  up even though you abhor fickle minded you shoo your way looking for some direction, some goal to stay hunting and binging doesn't lead you anywhere thrashed by failures and unknowing despair what! Must you do to keep going? Should you quit and stop exploring? Harsh are the ways of life You seek solace but you have to fare! The reality is struck with these novel episodes every day fresh and always galore Don't you stop! Don't shun! That door shall open!  and  Don't run! Keep your faith and keep trying Sustain hope that's only your side!

In the midst of this sunny week a day that is long forlorn,  on its own leaping gradually,  with all dislikes, hate and comment,  unwelcome like an unknown guest, sheepishly thinking to restore faith;  in the minds of many who hath  been romancing in the gaze of yellow hues,  smiling with the fragrance of blues; who wants dull, dreary and windy time,  joys stay with daisies and sunshine;  windmill, leaves n the boughs,  yearn for that vow;  why did you deceive! Oh! forgetful sun!! unworthy friendship!! please shun!!