takeupthecall

 Over those cups of tea, Somewhere around ten thirty, Rueing over what we couldn't get, Wiping each other's tears before they set. And how I found a silver lining in you, Those endless troubles started looking like a few. I keep wondering about the magic you bring, Turning my worries into songs worth celebrating. With every sip, my sorrows fade, Some bonds are divine, though humanly made. Amita Joshi

Sadly, children dream through their parents’ eyes, Chasing shadows dressed as sunrise. They try so hard to prove them true, Yet the burden feels heavier than they ever knew. Carrying those dreams bends their shoulders low, Calling them their own makes the burden grow. If it was hard for parents, it is harder for their child, Forced into a race they never styled. A trophy to show, a name to display, Yet their own dreams are somewhere brushed away. Amita Joshi 

Where do I pour the entirety of her love? This whole world is just not enough... Where do I treasure her grace, When my perplexity is written on my face? Where do I find the strength I need, As love flows endlessly, never freed? If this love were less, I’d shape it in words, But these feelings soar, untamed like birds. She stands as the audience to my every woe, Listening closely from the front row... Women leaves no room for rage Whether or not