From the very beginning that I met you
I knew you had a spark.
Those eyes shone so bright in the sunshine of hope,
and a river of compassion flew in your heart!

I could hear a tale so new
Which would rise and shine like a lark.
Dreams to catch, you tied yourself up with a rope,
While sketching and painting your modern art!!


The canvas filled up with colors
a mix of red, yellow, blue and pink.
You missed a spot, all of a sudden, it seemed
a small white patch lay so much unseen!

White made the canvas look duller
thought so, you picked up your ink.
Let me write my own story, is all you deemed,
of my success and failures as they make me this being!


Wrote thy story of all the joy and glee
with a touch of sadness, hurt and anger.
The canvas looked empty still
for all your dreams were yet to be seen as true!

Dreams of exploring this world just like a bee,
of devouring the taste of varied dishes without hunger.
I shall knit the dreams on my canvas, ah! such a strong will,
I want to walk far, he noted, so may I have you??


From the beginning till the end,
from being a dreamer till a believer.
You, taking along me, planned on moving mountains
staying underneath the beautiful sky.

Unfollowing the usual trend,
Trusting on your instincts that aren't deceiver.
All the happy chirping birds were your muse, you had exclaimed by the fountain,
cause all along the way, you knew, we had to fly!!

Let the fire within you speak
And show the world that you are no more weak
Let your colours do the talking
While you prove them that you are not just walking
Let your powers shine
Until you reach that final line
Let your destiny be the outcome of your dream
While humbleness and love is what you deem
Let your script guide others perfectly for their part
As they keep you forever in their heart!

Summer sang his old school song
While dancing from one tree to another tree top
His song he had sung with all his heart
From the sunrise till the whole day long
Warm breeze, too, had joined him in with a hop
She had enjoyed his company since the very start


He had seen him grow
Hotter and hotter day by day
Playing his song on a more higher beat
All warm, bright with hurt and anger
For earlier, he used to play rugby, catch and throw
Now at his home theater and PlayStation he play
Frightened by his scrooching heat
As he grows into a more darker shade of amber