Sarah Hickson

With the camera glued to her eye,

She moved everywhere. 

Tied up hair & long earrings,

About her looks she didnt care.

She clicked a crying child,

& she clicked a rusty old fence. 

She clicked some hungry beggers,

For me which didnt make any sense. 

Eager & curious, I decided to talk to her,

I gathered some courage & waited till her lunch break. 

Greeting with a smile, i said, "Hi, this is Sangram"

Smiling back she said 'Hi ! I m Sarah' & greeted me with a handshake

We talked our hearts out,

And laughed till our stomach went sore. 

She showed me few pictures,

& I asked for some more. 

I saw a child awaiting his mother,

And I saw a strong standing fence. 

I saw deep-hopeful eyes,

& wondered how everything looked beautiful through her lense. 

Beauty never fades, 

It never dies, never ends, never gets any older. 

Because the true beauty lies

in the eyes of the beholder. 

This little poem

Or a rhyme as you will call it so. 

Is to make her feel special,

Bcoz for me, she was, is & will always be so...

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Sometimes there is so much that you have in life. But then life is not about all those things, its about that lill thing which makes everything else feel nothing. 

My mom once said to me " जो मझा इंतजार मे है वो उसे पाने मै नही " ( the joy awaiting for something is much more than ultimately having it ). She's wrong. Yes she is. Or maybe it just hold true when the wait was about toys. Wait a min, how do you define toys ??? Things that are meant to be played with ???

Is Happiness expensive ? I guess it is. For very few can afford it. And others should either earn it or stay away from it in the first place.

Memories of watching the Full Moon together

It was a Full Moon night

And the sky was lit bright

I saw the moon from my window

And she saw it from her car

I have seen full moon a plenty times,

But this was the most beautiful of all times.

I wondered "how could the same moon look so beautiful today ?"

Maybe it looked beautiful because

she was watching the same moon too.

We were far away, but still could see something so mesmerising, together. 

Maybe it looked beautiful because the moon looked very same to me, as would to her: of equal size, equally bright. 

Maybe it looked beautiful because, i could see her reflection in the moon. 

Or maybe it looked beautiful, because i didnt even think of the moon while watching it, but her...

I don't know what made the moon look so beautiful that night. 

All i know is that, it was beautiful sharing the beautiful moon with the 'beautiful' someone....

- Sangram KAKAD 

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