A beachside call

Sitting quietly on the beach
Following the rise, the fall, the splashing waves,
A young girl, her favourite doll , cut through my eyes
Flirting once again, my ignorant childhood fantasies
Her cherry red cheeks, the impatient eyelids
The girl of my childhood is back..
Full of naughtiness that age can bring
Running after the bunnies to catch them
Watching the brother fly the purple red kites
Playing with my mates, yet sharing little contacts
Jumping to touch the sky, hold the rainbow,
Waving hands full of colourful bangles
Walking along the nearby lake,
With pockets full of chocolates and cakes,
Just when I start to learn, the splashing waves
Brought me down, life has to move on..

Smile

Does a smile always stands for happiness. I would be smashing my head against the wall if I say No. And if I don’t do that, somebody else will be privileged to put you against the wall. We smile when we win, we smile when we see our dear ones happy, we smile as kids when our hands are stuffed with bagful of chocolates, we smile when our paintings receive the praise they deserve, we smile on that melancholy feeling that our song has reached the hearts of many, we smile...

But seldom people notice that there also exists another often undiscovered niche for a smile. That is in sadness. Yes, sometimes we smile even if we are sad, we smile even if we are broken from inside, we smile because it makes the other end happy. It might be an unfortunate child clamouring for a piece of bread on the shabby streets, it might be your parents, it might be the person you love most or it might be yourself also. No wonder this happiness is so much dear to the other end because it opens a whole world of hopes, strength and self beliefs within.