Just thoughts...

The most delicate yet forever of most essence, Trust, to hold by tight without an ounce of pretence... For the lightest feather swaying in the gentle breeze, A beauty to watch and yet harmed by a negligent ease... The closest to us often taken for granted on this front, Let that not ever disturb the bond to bear its weary brunt... Time it takes to build this castle on firmer ground, Patience for brick, grit for mortar and care abound... To have the core of the selected few touched upon, A bond to nurture every moment and every little dawn... At times a deluded thought is all it takes to scatter, If its one to last and be there let it not ever matter... Trusting the one who hangs in there putting up with you,  With every crazy antic, a partner in crime you always knew.. Fear not for the loss of trust for its not to last by the book, Move, gather the pieces to solve the biggest puzzle life would cook.. The ones who deserve shall forever s

    A walk down the road is forever lonely. The road that leads to that ever changing destination. The road different for every individual yet on these roads there are those turns of doubt and deception. The treacherous pitfalls and the wrong turns which might lead you astray. Such times call for a lamp or a board that directs you. A guide in our lives steps into these mighty shoes of direction. The actors essaying this role change over time but the ultimate motive of this character - the guide - remain the same throughout. The guides creed beginning right in the tender days of childhood, with the very first guide being our mother. To take those tentative first steps in this world of hustle and bustle and to supported by the firm of our father. As days tumble into years we learn from the school of life. Every event around us is ready with a lesson for us to perceive and eventually learn at our own pace. The academic front acquaints us with numerous guides in the form of our teachers.