
The unconditional love of my kids keeps my soul nurturing.
The unconditional love of my kids keeps my soul nurturing.
My heart is crying
In persuit of flying
Like a bird
Breaking the shackles of life
Hopes are high
Expectations are wide
My limbs are rusted
My heart is tired
Ah! There seem no ray of hope
No silver lining around the cloud
Let’s pray for the departed soul
Because I have died
Childhood is remembered for its mischiefs, sense of curiosity, unstoppable energy, playfulness and carefree attitude.
The Earth is
depressed
Demoralised
Panting heavily
To be rescued.
A kind heart
A reasoning mind
Inspiring and optimistic
Humble and altruistic
A good listener, A reliable source
A true human, A pure soul
My father’s image
My mother’s soul
My Brother
Let’s make the world a beautiful place
Let’s be human
Let’s be kind
Forgiving
Loving
Caring
Sharing
Respecting
Everyone
Bringing up children has been a rollercoaster of emotions
Joy
Thankfulness
Sense of responsibility
Concerns
Unpredictability
Helplessness
And a great sense of achievement.
Kids are the most beautiful creature humans can be blessed with. They complete our being , give us a new perception of life and set new goals for us . They make us relive our childhood. Their love for us make us special. They are a constant ray of hope and optimism. They make life enjoyable and worth living. I think kids help us explore the best of our abilities and take us towards a high level of maturity.
Its been a week I have started blogging. Its been quite challenging for me especially when you think what to write and how to write; what style of writing should I follow. I think one should write whatever comes to mind; it should be extempor in my opinion. Blogging for me is the expression of myself; it can be a catharsis. It allows me to explore variety of topic and give my point of you. So there is a lot to be written…………
The bright Sun
The enchanting Moon
The high mountains
The limitless oceans
The abundant forests
The deserted desert
The snowy winters
The exhausting summers
The flowering springs
The withering autumn
All these beauties of life inspire us
To ponder upon them
And thank God.