Tuesday, May 06, 2008

Special, precious and loony!

I was told I could fly,
all I had to do was try,
soon I had wings of my own,
to take me to places i wished to go.

Then on a bright sunny day,
I decided it was time to fly,
I tried and tried but failed all the while,
It left me shattered and broken in pain.

They helped me up and dusted me clean,
They made me smile and try it all over again,
This time around I flew just a little bit,
which reinforced the spirit to spread my wings.

They were there everytime I needed strength,
to tell me I can do it and never ever give in,
they were there at every high,
to pat my back and watch me fly.

They healed all the wounds slowly,
they nurtured me back carefully,
this ignited a part of me I never knew existed,
it filled me with a feeling I never believed existed.

They are my favourite people alive,
they fill me with warmth and truck loads of joy,
Suddenly I felt lucky to be me,
special, precious and loony!

A rainy day!

Pit- pat, Pit -pat, it starts to rain,
water everywhere even out of drains,
accompanied by a gentle breeze,
that is almost just a way to tease.

The clouds cry their eyes out,
which cleans the trees without a doubt,
what about all us humans around,
in our own worries we are selfishly drowned.

The rain helps in cleaning us too,
washing our feet, maybe our eyes too,
disguised in the rain come out my tears,
clears me of all my unnecessary fears.

Rain does more good than harm,
it's all part of it's wonderful charm,
It tricked me into releasing my inhibitions, (courtesy natasha bedingfeld- unwritten)
which led to freedom of my imagination.

All of a sudden the puddles seemed inviting,
for boating or for just insane jumping,
A walk in the rain always gets me to think,
of all those smiles that wont return with a blink.

Rain and memories are synonyms to me,
both good and bad come floating back to me,
it's all about picking the right one,
to make sure the rainy day stays pure fun.


She's loving and kind,
her presence simply calms my mind.

She's a devil on walks,
I wonder what she would say if she did talk.

She sleeps for hours together,
and is hungry forever.

Vet's clinic isn't her idea of fun,
fun maybe jumping in puddles or a run in the sun.

She will do anything to stay unclean,
giving her a bath is being way too mean.

Growl and bite are non- existent to her,
lick and wag remind me more of her.

She always seems to know when I'm down,
she also knows how to take away that frown.

She's there for me every step of the way,
to lead me along so i don't lose my way.

She's there everytime i need a friend,
with a sloppy kiss that never ends.

She's there with me at every high,
maybe asleep but close by.

She is my inspiration,
she leaves me in awe and admiration.

She's beautiful beyond words can say,
her eyes shine brighter than the sun's rays.

She radiates compassion and warmth,
she's my pillar of immense strength.

She may not have much talent,
but her love is brilliant.

She taught me to love and showed me bliss,
she gave me so much it's so easy to miss.