Paper flowers bloom
Lush Fuchsia bougainvillea
Cover the arbour

Is it possible to become invisible
To one’s own eye too

Lost, not to be found
Yet within reach

Not casting a shadow
Yet getting blisters under the sun

Healing yet not feeling
Invisible could be fun

They had their summer kid house,
On the slopes of the big house,
Under the big tree,
Thatched roof, walled and cool.

The house was big for the two of
them to cozy in,
They even had a attic
With bed facing a window,
Window had a opening
With Macaw cage outside,
At times she sat there
talking to the bird,
Looking over the stream that flow down the hill.

Each summer they spent
All their time there,
They ran down the beach to fight the mighty waves,
And came back to there den to
feast on their feat.

Soon they grew and big they become,
College had become there second home,
In vacation he came, she was already there,
She sat in the thatched house,
Talking the the bird,
He made her meet his 'new' friend
In college they had grew close,
'She' was gorgeous and beautiful,
And had all his attention for now.

'She', the new friend would love to sit in the big house,
and would like breakfast on the
big table,
Beach 'she' would avoid for it will
tan 'her' skin,
Summer house was no place for
'her' to reside.

He tried desperate to be in the den,
Sometimes he came alone,
Sometimes at night he slept there,
Mornings will be with  Macaw and the stream flowing down,
Beaches were now a sneaking affair,
For he went only when he could fair.

Vacation ended and so did all,
He came to meet her to say her good bye,
She was in the den, eating her breakfast alone,
He came and took a bite
from her plate,
He said, wait I will come
back soon,
To share this unfinished
breakfast room,
She knew that instant,
that her friend is back.

For the one who can't love the den,
Cannot share the life of her friend,
The cozy place was not aloof now,
The Macaw too was happy and sound,
The stream was singing too,
And the beach was crowded huge,
The residents have come back
And life had returned too.


Sparkle In Wisdom
March 2019

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I see a special child,
Then I see another one again,
Then I miss my own
Which brings so much pain.

I try to find the story
Behind the complexities of the child,
I try to share the agony
The parents bear daily.

I try to convince them
They are not alone,
There are many like there kids
Hidden in this big world, shadowed.

I go to them and talk with them
Try bring solace,
They are blessed to have a child
As beautiful as there own, with grace.

I want them to believe me
How blessed they really are,
For the beauty in there child is
Not in the insane words they speak.

But the beauty lies,
In the eyes of the child,
In the smile of the baby,
In the trust she exerts,
In the belief they have.

The beauty of there child is,

Having the blessings of the God,
In being the chosen one,
The one who God bestows
His choicest trust,
In belief of the parent to be
capable to handle the child as
God's gift to the world.

Sparkle In Wisdom
March 2019

Went to the old park
Just after a month's break,
But the park is renewed
With even the faces of visitors changed.

The complete make over it had got,
All new gym machinery in place,
It's used to be kids park but now all age group throng it plenty.

The place is busy as bee,
People waiting in que,
For the exercise is a thought
That has already made it's mark.

Now with feeling to get fit
People walk and jog
Cycle and abs crunches
abound,
Crowd is becoming young and sound.


I like to be here in morning and in evening,
I have made friends here,
I like to smile and spread joy,
With different groups that I meet here.

Mornings are of oldies and freer people,
Evening are younger more like me,
But I fit in both..
Morning I walk and listen to news,
Evening I watch my kids become smarter...

A visit to the park
rejuvenate my mood,
Just like a cup of perfectly
brewed latte coffee...!!


Sparkle In Wisdom
March 2019