When

My daughter & I,

Walk

In footsteps matched

In the quiet of

the evening sun

 

It seems as if,

The curtain of reason

Shall in eternal drape,

Fold together

Moments precious, magic

So like the fragile string

Holding together

A million colourful beads

Of wonder memories

Of a priceless diamond necklace

 

It seems as if,

That distant sonorous duet

Of a piano & violin

Merged in

Deep overtones

Of a soothing singular melody

Shall cease suddenly

In  sudden abruptness !

 

It seems as if

That  colourful kite

Flying high, in the far distant sky

Fluttering secure in the cool breeze

Shall in any moment

break free

In  fierce abandon !

 

It seems as if

The precious little fledging

Snug in her secure nest

Of a warm cozy shelter

Shall finally wake up

And fly free

In full freedom !

 

To her remarkable existence…..

 

Sayan

 

PS : Scribbled years ago when the bird was to fly westward….the night before the timeless journey !