Sunday, May 14, 2006

Immaculate Dream

Immaculate Dream

A brand new life, a sculptor's clay,

To see it form, through night and day.

And as it grows a dream is born,

As seasons change, with every dawn.

Unwavering thought, thru the passage of time,

Stand up and walk, through means sublime.

The guiding hand always shows the way,

Incase we falter, incase we sway.

Empathy's glance, the gentle touch,

The daily struggles don't seem that much.

The day will come, our heart is told,

We will take over, the dreams unfold.

As reality abides, we walk on our own,

The Secret of Memories, we are not alone.

The Angel's lullaby, the soprano's song,

The silent whispers still linger on.

------ Alistair D'souza 14th May 2006

Read the following lines somewhere eons ago... I think it was the Reader's Digest.
"Someone once said that you don't need to tell your parents you love them, they already know. Well I guess that someone is not a parent."

btw the name 'Immaculate Dream' comes from 'Immaculate Conception'.

Happy Mother's Day.


Etchen said...

Oh Alistair! You should write like ths more often--you're fantastic!

Saurabh said...

Dude, this is really cool. I read it only once, as you instructed, and I am very impressed. Do write more often and keep sending links. Maybe we should have special days like "Mother's Day" more often in an year, if they help bring out your creativity :)

Chander Dogra said...

awesome ...