The magic of litte things
I was following a sheep's herd clueless of the fact,
if I forgot living while making a living.
I denied all those costless granted entities,
for I was busy collecting niceties.
When was the last time I saw sunrise?
The very next morning I witnessed it,
I let its warmth console my weary heart,
reminding we can always give a fresh start.
While returning home after a busy day,
I stumbled across the moon,
mysteriouly omnipresent at the sky.
I chatted with him that night hoping to unfold its enigma.
I got a response!
"Its not fun to understand everything and all at once."
I noticed the white roses blooming in my balcony,
and my mother's pleased face while watering the plant,
as lively as the blossoms,
a little sign of wrinkles of experience,
but more of firmness and confidence,
adorning her charm,
making me certain of the woman I want to become.
I saw my father jamming with radio to 90s songs,
it gave a flicker of laughter in my mind.
His unskilled but passionate voice,
helped me keep my childish side alive.
On days I didn't felt vigorous,
I listened to my breathing,
going on slowly and silently underneath my ignorant self,
I realised my heart isn't that fragile and so am I.
The things which gave a feeling of wholesome,
were always close by.
Until I hail them,
to make themselves at home in my heart.