Patrichiawrites

  On the wings of fantasy, Lay not your destiny, Aim to fly high, High up beyond the sky, Let no obstacles come in your path. On the wings of fantasy, Let not your dreams fly, Plant the seed of courage within, To grow the plant of success. On the wings of fantasy, Don't let your goals lose, See hindrances as weak opponent, Move ahead to achieve that is important.

  Sitting at the balcony in the darkest hour, Under the blanket of our heavenly sky, Staring at the sparkling stars I spent many sleepless nights. Painting the picture of my happy self, That wondered in the dreamy night, I spent those sleepless nights, Thinking about feelings that do not hide. Always so marvelous my sleepless nights have been, Listening to the music of night, Reading the hearts of authors under the moonlight, Forgetting the past to welcome the beautiful future.

Lost in the serenity of this beautiful earth, I swing like the lightest feather. Forgetting the weight of the present, I dwell in the serenity of the past. The thoughtful eyes make me wonder, How much chaos their mind holds. The creative minds hide from the monotonous humdrum, To taste the beauty of colours of life. It's them who runs after calmness, And the serenity of earth gives them so.

  We live in a universe so  big and wide, Born out of elements so bright. Holding creatures tall and short, Forming a beautiful unseen world, A world so different that reaches far beyond. With all its magnificence, The universe keeps growing in might. The pretty moon amidst the twinkling stars, The bright face of the shinning morning star, The living creatures breathing peacefully, The powerful nature that sees us all, Everything glorifies the name of the Universe

O how beautiful the youngster looks, Flaunting the energy of youth. Dancing like an angel in the mountains, The youngster proclaims her beautiful name. How gloriously the youngster shines, Outrunning the starry night. Her melodious voice gives power to many, To reach their voices to so many. The youngster talks tirelessly about herself, To the world that doesn't listen to her every day. The youngster wants everyone to say, We all should create happiness each day.

  Not in the crowd, Not behind the closed door, Not in the big palace, Not on a King's throne, But in the hearts of the most strong, Yes, I'm found in the heart of a little child, The child who sees the world as his own, The child who sees the people as his own. Yes, I'm a Soldier who was born to stand tall even after a great fall.