What would I tell my daughter ..

What would I tell my daughter ..

There will be times when the world comes crumbling at your feet. You are trying hard, reaching your limits but like a spinning top, you are not going anywhere. You push the walls, yell, scream, belittle yourself somedays, get overconfident the other. The whites and blacks, indians and chinese, muslims and jews, all look like bunch of angry people to you. The speeches by our chosen leaders will not make sense ... People will tell u to let go. Be paranoid, live by hour.

Right there in those times, you will find ur inner strength if you look closely, ur magic lamp. What three wishes should u ask for..believe in yourself, believe in world, believe in universe.  Moments of joy, moments of anger, moments of doubt, moments of relief ..they all will dissolve like the rain water washes away the mud. And right there is the essence of ur being. When u love, love with all ur heart. When u hate, find the love in that. For there is light in each burning candle, burning with passion…Burning with desire. Some candles get together and burn down the house, some get together and light the pathway. Where are u lighting ur candle?

The world is messed up, it has several heads, it’s a demon, it’s forced upon u. But u are that bud that will grow tall enough to let jack ur mind escape. Not to run away but to look at the world from 10,000 feet above and say ..ha what a joke! Let me paint it red!

So lift ur brushes, march ur pens, put on ur ballet slippers, hold hands and sing..coz world is a beautiful place. Where miracles happen.  Where people are good, where mornings are cheery and nights are warm and toasty. Be the change u want to see in the world, be the voice u want to hear. Be a poet ..my darling daughter. See the world through those rose colored glasses…which u had the courage to pick when someone threw them away.