Patrichiawrites

With dreams in their hearts, they walked ahead, Crossing the lanes of their nest, Greeting all the fellow mates on their way. Stopping by to see children with bags going to school, A part of their hearts felt like walking behind them, Yet coming back to reality to take up the everyday challenge they walked ahead with heavy eyes. Reaching their destination they pushed all their desires aside only to collect that wasn't theirs. Once again the dream of several children got buried under the rags that weren't theirs.

With the mind of a painter, Hands of a magician. You shoot faces with your lenses, But capture souls with your creation. Adding colours to the BnW, Subtracting tints to get that perfect film. You bring all the images together, To create a beautiful picture. The girl with a tripod, Not waiting for anybody's nod, As fierce as the magical wands She weaves memories with her beautiful hands.

Sitting with a notepad and pen Scratching her head from end to end Where to start how to start? What to write what not to write? Leaving her pen aside, Not knowing what was beside, Astonished to see the tea turn brown to blue, She decided to write some lines on the dew. A few drops of rain with the hail, Turned her mood to ruddy from pale. Seeing the rainbow in the sky, She exclaimed, "Oh my my!!" She dreamt of starts in the broad daylight, And thought of the sun in the darkest of night. Different from the hues of life, She was the girl with a hundred smiles .