Today I can dream

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Today I can dream...

Tomorrow it may shatter,

But today I shall dream.

The questions have been posed,

The response not yet given.

A newer set of queries

Whose answers are unknown...

A springboard into life,

Or a stumbling block of stone?

Tonight I can dream...

Tomorrow things may change,

But tonight I will dream.

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Draw

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"Draw," said my son, thrusting a piece of paper and pen under my nose.
"Draw?" I said.

We were playing beyblades. He had made sure that I got an ancient, broken and bruised beyblade whereas he took the best of the lot called 'Pegasus'.

After losing a couple of times (the loser is the one whose blade stops spinning first), I was ready to stop playing when he, playing carefully, ensured that both blades stopped spinning together.

"That's a draw," I had said, pleased with the result.
"What's 'Draw' mean?" he said.

"You know what it means."
"Tell me anyway."

"Well, it means no one has won, and both players have got the same number of points."
"No," he declared. "Draw means you have to draw something. You have to draw a picture now."

So, ladies and gentlemen, the next time you say "it's a draw", take a pen and a paper and draw something.

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Harvest

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There's no dearth of ideas

But none to implement them.

One has no clue of what he is

Till the pressure's on to him.

Teach a man no swimming,

Just throw him to the sea.

Watch him learn to survive,

But help him if need be.

Plant a seed into his mind

And watch it grow to a tree.

The fruits will soon be falling

Into your hands, you'll see.

Sow the set of ideas

To the hearts of those like he.

Reap a harvest of progress

And brilliance, aplenty.

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Into the realm

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After a while, it becomes easy, almost a habit.
The Silence.
Of course it is not total. Not always.
There will be noise, lots of it, from all sides. 
The walls hold them out.
One will speak, one will hear, one will listen. 
One will even sing.
But one does not communicate. One does not share.
Nothing of any significance passes anyone's lips.
That past is left far behind. It exists on the other side of Chaos.
One has moved on, beyond the point of no return.
Without looking back.
The mind expands, seeking newer pastures.
Into the realm of Solitude.

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Putting Mamma to sleep

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Today afternoon my son put me to sleep. What more can a Mother want?

He placed my head on his lap, rocked me, told me a story (involving a ferocious panther or a leopard, I forget which), gently requesting in between 'Baby, go to sleep fast' (Kunju vegam urangane...).

Finally, when I began snoring impressively enough, he eased out, replacing his lap with a pillow. He carefully placed another pillow next to me so that I don't turn over and fall to the floor. After that, he gave my legs a push so that they were folded up and not spilling over the corner of the bed.

He demanded to no one in particular, "Are you really asleep?"
I did not answer, of course.

I heard some scampering sound followed by soft steps returning, so I peeked through my closed eyelids to see what was happening. The fellow, all of six years old (and a half) was trying to fool me into thinking that he left the room, so that I will open my eyes. Three times I heard the scampering and the returning feet. When I didn't open my eyes, he decided I was really asleep (which I almost was, by the way) and went away. After about five minutes, he came to check on me and patted my shoulders (not gently, but hard enough to wake an elephant) a few times, the way we do to put him back to sleep if he wakes up at night. I continued to snore.

Considering that usually when I need a nap, I have to beg and plead with (and more often, yell at) him to allow a few minutes of peace, and when I start dozing, he appears out of nowhere and rolls all over me till I abandon all hope of getting some shut-eye, this was a welcome change.

I woke up half an hour later to find myself still lying as he had left me.

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