the flower that blooms in adversity
is the most rare and beautiful one......
like these cherry blossoms......
it reminds us how to not lose our hopes....
.no matter how long the winter stays.....
a spring is sure to follow......
.and how we are blessed of being alive under a cherry tree....
.leisurely taking in its beauty  .....
.sure i want to be laid
under a cherry tree
when i leave my mortal robes in this world...
...such is its beauty........

life is a wagon not a station.......
you stop in the middle but always keep on moving.......
adapting new ways....new people......and new customs........
look around a bit.....and enjoy your journey......when you claim your destination......you claim your ticket to your new journey.....

a child  is an uncut diamond......
they have neither past nor future.....
they flutter in the present.....
with an encumbered soul of childhood innocence.......
tincturing every thing around them with brightest hues ......
I REALLY MISS BEING A KID.....!!!!!!!

walking under the cherry tree...
and thinking about the time that i have....
counting all the little stones.....
thinking they might turn sapphire gold....
walking along the pavements ....
worn out by many playful feet.....
holding on to my yesterday.....
when we used to be just kids

let go of the past....
   trust the future....
      embrace change....
         come out of the cocoon....
            unfurl your wings....
               dare to get off the ground...
                  ride the breezes....
                     *savor the flowers...  
                         *put on your brightest colors...
                             *let your beauty show.... 

i wish the time
had stood still
concealing the crime
committed by man's will

i wish the wind
had ceased to blow
over the corpse in mind
through which my childhood memories flow

'cross the winding lane
i looked to see my childhood days
but all seemed in vain
as my life began to race

the time swept
the delights of my childhood
the barns, fields, and the tears i wept
far away from where i stood

i wish to relive
those happiest days
once again 'fore i leave
my body caught in earthly maize

i wish to see
the world through that curious eyes
and to count the waves of the sea
which i now declare unwise

i wish to feel the earth
with my playful hands
which searched for treasures to unearth
in the pockets of hanging pants

i wish to sense
the same smile, as it spread
when someone handed me a pence
to buy a kite and thread

i wish the mist
had not blinded my vision
to follow my long quest
to that herculean mission

i wish i could still
cuddle in my mothers lap
with all the time to ****
feeling the air as she gasp

i wish my dreams would spark
out of the laden sack
and so i keep looking in the dark
hoping to find my childhood back.....

burning hot like a candle's wick
now is he the one who make you sick?
is it the same old man you once
admired more than your loved ones?

who has changed; you or him!
to make you feel so dim?
have you ever thought how you'll feel
when the time'll come for you to kneel,

before your own lads,
when they toss their loving dad?
do hesitate before you start to gasp...
about the so called generation gap

have you ever happened to think
even for a lapse of a wink,
for whom the wick is burning?
isn't it you ; who is gaining,

the light of his great sacrifice?
pouring straight from his orifice
is the glorious part
most of us fail to byheart
the verses of an open book;which had
the love of a dedicated dad.....