Wishes

As light as a feather floating in the air,
As stark as a lion lolling in its lair.
As fragile as glass on the fringe,
As dense as a metal attached to a hinge.

Unflappable said some, not to be budged,
Unfulfilled too, but still not smudged.
Never are all realized, never are all gone,
Some are lost in time, some are reborn.


Tender as a curl on a baby's lips,
Acute as a snake's venomous hiss.
They are sacred as a bride's red hue,
And innocent as child's eye blue.


They are concentrated emotions galore,
Deluge sometimes, sometimes sore.
Unbridled, bohemian...they are the rainbow,
They sprout beyond the efforts we show.


Unbiased and unabashed, no predilection,
Wishes are the man's greatest invention.
They are a slander for those who don't dream,
They are the voice to those who dare to dream.


They require no age, they ask no money,
They can be as serious, as they can be funny.
The moon and the stars add to their flavour,
Wishes are to nurture and savour.


They are the crayons to a barren canvas,
They are marbles in a jar brimless.
They are imperfect, and perfect as it may,
They maybe hard as rock or soft as clay.

A wish is a gasp at the mundane life,
A wish is an attempt to wipe a strife.
It could be those lazy afternoon naps,
Or lying nonchalant on your mother's lap.

As small as a stroll in the morning,
To as magnanimous as curbing global warming.
A wish could be world peace,
Or for a pain to cease.


Even if you cannot afford,
Wish at your own accord.
For a wish don't judge you by your wallet,
Even if it doesn't arrive, the promise stays in the closet.

The ache of the past and the hope for the future,
Wishes are the heart's best tutor.
Some are partial, some are whole,
Wishes help us bare our soul.