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  May 2016 Tinker Bell
ajit peter
Just    Thoughts
        in a drop of tear a world to see
        in a drop of rain joy to be
        in a tick of a clock eternity
        in a single cell life to be
        in a touch of feather hearts be shy
        in a single word the spirits to fly
        in one friend a world to see
        in a wink of an eye love to be
        in a ray of sunshine warmth in heart
        in stars twinkle joy be got
        in a single flower love to tell
        in a smile to cast a spell
  

        Little in tis world
       yet a lifetime of thoughts
Tinker Bell May 2016
On nights when you feel lonely
    And your head is buried in pillows
When breaths come in short gasps
    because the tears won't stop....
  
                                           Wherever I am,
                         I will feel an ache in my soul,
                   And I will know you are hurting.

So I will sing you
     your favourite tune, a lullaby
To put your heart at ease.
                
                                    And then you can sleep
                            undisturbed by nightmares,
           And you'll open your eyes only when
                              the darkness is gone...

And the sun shines
once more in your life.*
_____

              *On nights when you feel nothing,
                Just an emptiness for no reason...

I will send you a star. ☆
      Out of my heart, it will ride a cloud
and reach your window; tapping..

                     And as you stare at in wonder,
                Circling your head, the star will do
                                little funny dances,

And when you're tired from laughing
and fall asleep,
The star will tiptoe out, board the cloud,
And return straight back to my heart.
                        
                                 ­            And I will smile...
If you're wounded, I will bleed too.
If you are the black, I'm the blue.
And when you cry, I can't bear to watch you.

Dedicated to all who are suffering in any way. I feel your pain through your words. I don't know how to ease your grief, so I pray you find peace ❤
  May 2016 Tinker Bell
Valsa George
With the peak of spring in the month of May
In the early hours of a pleasantly sunlit day
Two kids sat cuddled on a swing
Feeling as though they were taking on wing

Swinging in the air, they began to sing
Their sweet lay breaking the silence with its ring
They kicked their legs in rising delight
And felt like thistledowns ever so light

Up and down on the swing was fun
They closed their eyes on being face to face with the sun
Felt the swish and sway of the buoyant air
And knew the light tug of breeze on their curly hair

As the air got caught in the frills of their frock
Their eyes gleamed bright in delightful spark
Imagining themselves to be astronauts in space,
An ebullient excitement lit up their face

From a raised angle, they saw the Earth in green folds lie
Watched the surrounding hills standing awfully high
Saw a small stream flowing as a slow moving train
With trees lined up on its banks in unbroken chain

Longingly I watched these children free of all worry and pain
Also their aerial feats, not tainted by any melancholy stain
How I miss these childhood days of innocent fun
As my hours, towards the sunset, quickly run
I envy little children and their care free days......! They leave me immensely nostalgic as I had a joyous childhood in a large happy family !
Tinker Bell May 2016
Optimism means
to see,
the distance you covered,
not the time it took,
for you to reach there.

Optimism means
to see,
the strength to get up,
in the legs
that limp and stagger.

Optimism means
to see,
the intention behind
every action,
And not the consequences.

Optimism means
to see,
an oasis,
if only just an illusion,
In the middle of the vast,
scorching desert around you.

Optimism means
to look for,
beauty in rubble,
order in chaos,
And
hope in desperation.
Optimism is good. It's great. I've learnt the hard way and I've come to appreciate it.

"In the long run, the pessimist may be proved right, but the optimist had a better time on the trip."
~Daniel L. Reardon
She sits as she holds a paper thin hand
She hears the labored breathing
She tells the others it's near the end
No family to be there
No mournful wails
It's just the nurses and aids to offer care
Slowly the breathing sings the song of death
The grip on her hand becomes less and less
Finally the hand loses all strength
The room becomes quiet
No one dare breathes  
Sound returns of the bustling in the ward
The others leave letting her mourn
She did not get to save a life that day
Instead she helped a soul because she stayed.
In honor of nurses week..
Tinker Bell May 2016
PAIN is so
common

that

HAPPINESS
has become
almost
*Exotic
Always more pain than joy...
One smile in a hundred frowns...
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