Those were the Days.

I want to write 
About the times
When life and love 
got defined.
About grand ma’s stories
If right and wrong
Where princess rescued
And evil dethroned
About father’s tales 
Of valiant and strong
Where heroes rewarded 
And villian thrown
About pale moon light
of magical throne
Where fairies dances
On nightingale’s song
About innocent lives
Of childhood days
Where smile giggled
With childish play
About those nights
With shadows bright
When stars made images
And breeze kissed eyes
About scars of freedom
When wound was no pain
When life was innocence
No loss no gain 
About the raindrops
Getting wet with peers
When rain was not
The veil of tears
About the charm 
of candy and gum
And the craving
For sweet vacation
I want to write 
About untainted life
When small things
Gave Godly delight……..

DREAMS

Tender are the dreams,
In the eyes of one,
Who just start to see,
The flair of sun.

Soft are the palpitation
Of the heart beat of one
Who just started to feel 
The meaning of freedom.

Blissful are the tears,
Of the touch of life,
Who just have realized,
The worth of smile,

Simple are the urges,
In the heart of some,
Who just have survived,
The gloom of season.

And pure is the love,
In the glance of eyes,
Who just have built,
The castle of desires.