Silver

It's a dreamy night.

Ink splattered,

star dust scattered

with swirling galaxies

adorning a quiet night.

Silver blooms by a silver stream :

blooming together on nature's whim.

Just like two souls married

on a similar dreamy night.

They too, blossomed together.,

From nascent, innocent buds,

young and tender.

Before the fires of experience

hardened soft clay -

building pillars super strong.

Together they started spinning

weaves of a finer dream ,

knitting together a family along.

It wasn't a waltz particularly.

With silver seams and a silver spotlight.

But rather a phoenix rising 

from ashes everytime.

They tripped, they fell,

they hurt, they revelled.

Not every dream spells sugar and spice

and everything nice.

The petals are of a dazzling hue,,

Spread like the wings of a bird

They add colour everywhere they go,

and a scent that speaks words

of optimism and love.

They made their own melody of love

and stringed some words this way :

That flowed like an honest prayer

that a heart might want to say.

Love isn't born perfect but tended to perfections.

Trust isn't born strong : strengthens as nourished.

Perceptions arise from nurtured interests :

While together in harmony we flourish.

Today is my parents' 25th wedding anniversary. This poem was composed yesterday, specially for them only, keeping them in mind. So of course, this poem is dedicated to my lovely parents, Jayanta and Devapriya Kar. May they prosper and shine together forever and ever and may God bless them in every way possible. I feel truly blessed to have parents like them.  Following are a few pictures of us, then and now.

Then (2003)

Now (2016 though :p)


HAPPY SILVER ANNIVERSARY!!!!!