I came across these young architects and builders yesterday while visiting a small housing society near Ferozepur Road. Loved their work

Sorrow is the pallbearer of dead forsaken dreams;

marching on a slow beat amidst the silent screams

Sorrow is the herald announcing the tragic death;

while fate is the puppeteer – it laughs and schemes

Imagination is a child’s best friend and there is a child in all of us

The dawn may smile the brightest of all smiles;

the sky may wear cloak of a thousand rainbows

But what is broken, will forever remain broken;

desires have breathed their last and misery grows

jhdr

When relationships are intended to be sustained for life and not broken in anger, each dawn becomes the herald of optimism and hope