My child is average

My child is no genius, he is simply average

Are marks and degrees the only means to gauge?

He draws so well, he can paint his mind

He is virtuous, noble and very kind

He is updated about the current affairs

Through his telescope at the stars he stares

He is a great chef, he makes lovely tea

He teaches orphans after office, for free

He follows football, and is a basketball player

He just made a sketch of the city mayor

He wants to learn dance, yet to decide which form

He is learning languages, you know ‘Madre’ means mom

When he acts on the stage, you can’t help but applause

He pens articles, poems, seldom with flaws

On weekends he participates in social initiatives

The list goes on, he is energetically creative

Your doubt is right, how can my son be so talented?

But these are the voices of all the moms who relented

All the moms who accept, “Yes my child is average.”

Coz marks and degrees are no means to gauge

Perspective

Perspectives like God are everywhere
Each person has his perspective rare

Like praying to some is a religious routine
For some hard work is all you need to win

Like marriage to some is a fresh start
For some it’s a clutch that tears you apart

To some money matters more than anything
For some it is just a materialistic string

To some peace is music and crowd
For some peace it’s in the trees and clouds

To some style is tags, brands and options
For some style means minimalist selection

To some hashtags and insta means connection
For some it is still meeting, greeting and affection

To some a life of purpose should be busy and fast
For some the real purpose is to explore the vast

It’s hard to say which perspective is wrong or right
Because keeping a perspective is everybody’s right

Choose yours with virtue and wisdom
Believe in it and set the rhythm

Universe and its ways

Universe and its ways

The Universe is magnificent

With multiple elements at play

We need to live a life that is mold able like soft clay

We think, we decide but something else is in store

We need to pause and accept, not expect more

Through words and thoughts we attract what we want

But that is only natural, no way can we daunt

Miracles happen and make us feel uncommon

They happen not by chance, but when a pure heart summons.

      Moving ahead with plans is the ideal way

     But when Universe thinks alternate we seldom have a say……

The tight bun

She had a firm face, and a fierce voice

Her conversations held, an unreal poise

I met her randomly once in a few days

She seemed to live her life strictly her way

She was a mother too, quite older than me

Always no nonsensical, no time to see

She dressed so typical, hair tied in a bun

Behind her back, I admit I made fun

A smile on her face came like in a leap year

I wondered has this lady overcome every fear

One day I came to know she is set to take a leave

It’s her daughter’s marriage; she is got too much up her sleeves

The very next day, as I took a coffee break

I saw her dreaming, though her eyes were awake

I don’t know what got to me, I ended up asking her

Is everything ok? You look lost and blurred

She took a deep sigh, and unknowingly replied

My daughter will go away; I will have no one by my side

She said she feared how she will spend her days alone

I was surprised as if I have seen a talking stone

I struggled to get words, as she shared more

She had an irresponsible husband, eyes were about to pour

Though awkward I assured her it will phase out

She said, I know dear but still I have my doubts

Anyways she said; please don’t let this entire spill

I promised her will not gossip and stayed still

She got up to move, her aura spreading around me

She was bearing so much, so she had no time to see

She had a hidden story, a story that’s not bare

I wondered, does everyone have a similar story to share?