tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73979898539057257832012-02-16T13:09:53.945+05:30Mediocrity unleashed!!! >;-)Irishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08986745090902879164noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7397989853905725783.post-50630649462557972982008-07-06T17:50:00.003+05:302008-07-06T17:57:44.750+05:30Hold my hand while I tell you<br />How delightful my day has been<br />As I recount little anecdotes<br />Witticisms and silly jokes<br />Look at me with those clear, warm eyes<br />And silently make it known to me<br />I'm dearly loved and have always been<br /><br />Stand by me as I take life by the horns<br />Debate my choices and brave the storms<br />When I grow weary of it all<br />Stumbling often, about to fall<br />Your reassuring touch breaks my reverie<br />A current gently runs through me<br />I'm dearly loved and have always been<br /><br />Walk beside me as I take you to see<br />The mountain ranges of my fantasy<br />The river of dreams that flows by<br />My orchard of hope, under the bluest of skies<br />You gently smile and look at me<br />And I exult in the truth that sets me free<br />I'm dearly loved and have always been<br /><br />Doubt not for a moment that I'd give my all<br />To see you happy, standing proud and tall<br />As we continue this journey together<br />You and me, two birds of a feather<br />I take your hand as you reach for mine<br />Let this be known, come storm or shine<br />You're dearly loved and have always been<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7397989853905725783-5063064946255797298?l=technicolorsunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Irishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08986745090902879164noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7397989853905725783.post-78665821636324964962008-07-06T17:26:00.000+05:302008-07-06T17:40:33.760+05:30A canvas lay untouched on the ground<br />Toddler feet followed curious eyes<br />To see what treasures may abound<br />In this sheet of indeterminate size<br /><br />But alas, there was nothing at all<br />Just an expanse of pristine ivory<br />She turned to leave and then recalled<br />Hues that lay beside, of every variety<br /><br />So she stayed and paused to lift<br />A stick of colour in a chubby fist<br />She then proceeded to try<br />And paint herself a perfect sky<br /><br />Blue as the ocean, serene and free<br />Over which the seagulls fly<br />Blue, as rich as blue could be<br />That was the infant's perfect sky<br /><br />Time turned his wheels and rang his bell<br />Seeing out the old, bringing in the new<br />As the child continued to paint and revel<br />In her endless sky of radiant blue<br /><br />But soon she learned, it needn't be<br />That skies were rigidly allowed<br />Only endless, one-shaded monotony<br />For what of the sun, moon and cloud?<br /><br />Confidence now guided her as she went on to add<br />Every possible heavenly feature<br />Cumulus, Nimbus, Sol and Luna<br />In a steadier, yet juvenile hand<br /><br />Seasons came and seasons went<br />And God's world under His sky did change<br />As she continued to paint and blend<br />Myriad shades into her unending page<br /><br />Red appeared, as did vermilion<br />And purple, yellow and cobalt too<br />While she worked and strove to paint in<br />Stars and an aurora or two<br /><br />The smudges and blurs of unkind nudges<br />Were glossed over by the mauve of twilight<br />The sting and pain of barbed grudges<br />Were gently bathed in pearly moonlight<br /><br />It was a little child who'd begun<br />A dream masterpiece of a perfect sky<br />Now the brush was held by a woman<br />With her every stroke, that dream took flight<br /><br />Exuberant Joy and crushing Misery<br />Inseperable twin companions of Life<br />Took turns at her side, and kept her company<br />As she painted, humming to a distant fife<br /><br />The canvas before her, once plain and bare<br />Is now a riotous medley, with colours replete<br />She keeps on working with infinite care<br />But this masterpiece she may never complete<br /><br />I am that woman who weaves new dreams<br />And unceasingly paints and endless sky<br />I shall go on, till my last breath it seems<br />To dream new dreams..... under my perfect sky<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7397989853905725783-7866582163632496496?l=technicolorsunset.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Irishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08986745090902879164noreply@blogger.com0