Happy Birthday to Myself

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My hazel eyes...

I remember that time,

when freezing air blushed my face,

with its care and love,

making me feel that it cared,

for my wet hazel eyes,

the eyes which looked for way ahead,

but reflected drops of hopelessness,

closing those eyes,

I heard a loud voice,

which imparted me with deep courage,

to collect those pieces of shattered dreams,

and walk ahead in search of a new way...

I seldom believed myself,

but voice kept affirming me of my infinite wealth,

I kept on the search,

paved my path unknowingly,

with sweat at my brows,

and fate at my back...

days passed turning into years,

one fine morning I found myself,

near a spectacular view by my passage,

on my way people told me not to hope for any views,

as I committed mistakes,

which never left me alone,

with a single moment of self assurance,

but now, sitting besides flowing water,

looking at top of ice capped mountain,

I see my destination,

I see where my life is,

Place where my heart resides…

again some tears roll out of my eyes,

for the wisdom and courage rendered by the voice,

cool wind come again with a scent of joy,

touches and kiss my hazel eyes...

Gaurav Saluja