Invite me to your birthday, I shall bring a cake a two
One with chocolate , another with pineapple juice
Bring in all the candles , I will fire it up for you
Blow it all away..and wish for something new
Love to share laughter, gifts and smiles with you
Friends are always a good source to live a life renewed 🙂
Little flurry kitty so cute
when you fly away with wings on you
as I touch your softness to feel
are you real ..?
are you real ..?
Yes ..you are ..I can feel
The little boy with bare body and a tiny cap..admired the bird in the cage..looking from far..a photographer captured both..one was a prisoner of poverty and another caged for eternity.
The bird could see the sky so high, and felt the urge to say goodbye to the little master..if he let her go..wanted to feel the wing spread as it could fly..and the wind carrying it high and high..The bird was hoping that one day perhaps I can test the strength of my wings.But the little master ..couldn’t understand her woes.
The little master was also caged, his was the invisible cage of poverty and limitations.He wanted to play and study as his age children did, but he was never free. He had to work from dawn to dusk, and get few pieaces of bread .
Each day, he thought when will the morning dawn, when his time will come to rise and shine, will he be able to compete or not..in the world that seems so wide and big..small hands held the cage door..and wanted to let go his prisoner free..hoping one day..it will fly and feel good..that little master had compassion for thee.e
The flames they crackle to speak
I will not sleep
I know the heat
I feel the pain
for someone’s dreams
to burn and turn to dust..
was it a waste..all this wait
life passed ..and I never could trust
any one’s love ..nor guts
It’s 2AM and your phone has just buzzed you awake, filling the room in white-blue LED light. You have a message. It’s a photo. No words, no explanation. Just a photo. Tell us all about it. And what happens next. Its a picture taken from “The Brothers Grimm” a story book. I know what it means..someone has requested me to write about the King who had twelve sons and the thirteenth child if its a gilr would turn the twelve brothers into black ravens. Alright, I got it..so I answer the message with a 😉 consider it done..and I also turn the mobile power off..who needs another request about a bed time story..when I am already in bed and sleeping..pass the story telling time…people with phone must keep it out of the reach of young kids..related to me :)))