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The Whispering Winds.


The whispering winds,

Say a lot of things.

They know the earth,

They are well aware of all the sounds.

The whispering winds,

Tell the secrets of eternity to the little ones,

Who play.

Little do they understand what it means,

But the winds keep a brilliant records of the things

Happening all around.

The whispering winds,

Can rock a cradle.

Can fell a few leaves.

They can make a crying baby fall asleep,

They can change the course of a match.

They are mighty, gentle and sometimes ruthless,

But my friend King Lark,

Is there God,

And they have to listen to him.

Adios!

N.B.-Keep a lookout for the whispering winds.Who knows? They might come to visit you.

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A Feather In One’s Hair.

A feather in one’s hair,

Was a surprise to the people all around.

They looked at him,

In question.

But stopped short of asking any.

A feather in one’s hair,

Means a sign of being extraordinary,

But what if a man simply puts a feather in his hair?

Then that would be said to be to the latest fashion.

It’s hard to decide what is right or wrong.

A feather in one’s hair,

Is a sight rarely seen.

Adios!

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The Blue Eyed Elephant.

The blues eyes,

Of a small elephant,

Who lived in the fairy world,

Were magical.

He could produce ten gems at a time,

Of green, blue, yellow and pink colours,

But his magic could only work at dawn.

One day the fairy Godmother,

Needed gems of blue and orange colour,                 

At dawn,

For a big spell to protect the fairy world,

But the jeweller gnome had fallen asleep,

And couldn’t be woken up from his dreams.

Soon, the fairy Godmother called for the little elephant,

Who was sleeping in his house,

Which was a big banyan tree.

The little elephant with sleep in his eyes,

Went to the royal palace before the fairy Godmother,

And before she could ask his help,

He had rubbed his eyes and few gems of blue, orange, yellow colours fell on the palace floor.

Before the Fairy God mother could ask his permission for taking and using his gems,

He fell asleep and was taken to the royal suite,

Where he slept till his sleep was over.

In the morning,

He was handsomely rewarded by the Fairy God Mother,

And a title of being the Royal member of the palace,

Was bestowed upon him.

The little elephant was ecstatic,

But he still preferred his old home,

And went there soon after the celebrations were over.

Every morning as a gift,

He was sent a sumptuous breakfast by the Fairy God Mother,

Which he shared with his friends.

All across the fairy land he was loved by all.

The little elephant was wasn’t a little elephant anymore.

He became the one who had helped the fairy God Mother,

And was sorted by everyone.

But that didn’t change even a bit.

He was and will be what he was.

Adios!

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Baking A Big Cake.

Baking a big cake,

Is an art.

Is a form of worship.

A cake is a dish,

Which used for celebrations or it is simply had to make one cheerful.

It brings merriment. A cake, with its design, cream layering,

Is enough to double up one’s quota of hunger.

The preparations which go into making it are enough to stir up all the good feelings in one’s heart.

The procurement of milk, flour, vanilla essence, eggs for baking a cake,

Makes me achieve that enlighten,

Which I wouldn’t get even after reaching Zen.

When the ingredients are mixed in together,

The mixture gives a particular beautiful smell.

The smell evokes a feeling that,

 I am having my breakfast,

Sitting on Lord’s lap in the heaven.

It is simply unbelievable,

What happiness baking a cake gives to the chef,

Can’t be explained in words.

It isn’t simply a chef’s job to bake cakes,

It’s his daily spirit of living.

Baking a cake,

At home is an adventure,

Which ends in happiness and laughter.

And when Ma takes it out of the oven,

The laughter and happiness bubbles up into many cheers and dances.

When the cake is kept to be cool, the heart dances with such an energy,

That when can the cake be had.

If it is a cake with a cream,

Then the happiness doubles up.

And then comes the moment when Ma cuts the cake and arranges the pieces on a plate.

Those are the moments of saying hip-hip-hooray aloud.

Baking a cake,

Is a privilege,

Is a destiny,

Which many don’t have.

And those who do,

Are luckier than they know of.

Adios!

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Only For A Moment.

Only for a moment,

The lights blinked,

They had lightened up the whole room,

Just an enlightenment lightens up the whole mind.

Only for a moment,

The fares went down,

Bringing in a wave of cheers,

Spreading happiness all around.

Only for a moment,

The feelings were true,

For they rarely are.

Only for a moment,

The world didn’t have any boundaries,

Only for a moment,

Even though it was imaginary.

Adios!