The Angel knocking on your door

I want you to remember one thing sweetie

As the years unfold and zoom ahead

And you start to prefer witty over pretty

A million questions will pop in the head

They’ll make you wonder if life is a test

Where power and influence make you score

And money makes you stand out from the rest

Where failure is looked down as an eyesore

Just trust me and cut out this noise

Buckle up your confidence and poise

Listen to that angel knocking on your door

Fly with it and let your faith soar

And before you start to ponder

And your mind makes you wander

Let me tell you a truth untold

This angel has no form no shape no mould

But yes sweetheart it does exist

Feels as gentle as the wintery mist

It is that pat from your father saying very good

And the change in your mother’s sulky mood

It is the twinkle in your grandparents’ eyes

When about you they hear all things nice

It is all the simple things we tend to forget

As we grow older, this angel we met

Disappears slowly into oblivion

Going far away from our horizon

So remember this forever my dear sweetie

While you start to prefer witty over pretty

Hold this angel tight and close

You’d need it like a daily dose!

The rat race

Oh I so want you to know
That which I have not been able to show
How I love that you and me
Together become a stronger we
I only wish for this bond to grow
How pure bliss would follow in tow
I know you really mean it
When you ask how my day was
Though you already know it
You patiently listen through my long pause

“Why?” you must wonder, does she over-think
As if the world is on the brink
I wish it was that simple to answer
To sum it all up and not wander
Frustrating is the daily grind
So much of a drag on the mind
So many questions filling me with doubt
Stop it now! Goes my loud shout
No I don’t feel lost and cold
Because I know I have your hand to hold

Hope and faith knock at the door
Nudge me to keep aspirations at the core
Somehow they get pushed to the rear
Let’s draw the start line afresh from here
Before the world writes me off for good
And tells me to do what I should
Now is the time to collect myself
And believe in the power of the shoemaker’s elf

That I can undo this worldly typecast
Make stereotypes a thing of the past
Together you and me at our own pace
Yes, we can make our own space
No more would we need to search for solace
All those self-doubts would finally erase
Oh yes, we would be out of this rat race!