Hopes and aspirations

A speck once wanted to touch the sky

But it had no wings, and knew not how to fly

It looked up with hope, and along came a butterfly

Stuck onto its wings, the speck began to fly

Soaring up high, it soon touched the sky.

© Preety Paranjape & D’zineDais

I Seek Recluse

Aiming, admiring and aspiring
Failing to realize,
Even the bright and glowing sun,
Has to keep burning inside.

As this realization dawns,
One sails through the tempest
And sings through the blues,                                                
Greeting life with open arms,
Surely finds recluse.

© Preety Paranjape & D’zineDais