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!!