Innocence...

Water droplets, un-spilled, carefully shaped, designed to stand out...
Water droplets, deliberate, untouched, an impression of a force created with the strokes of a painter's
Water droplets, fragile, stable, holding on, with their own set of inner ripples & their own tranqility...
Water droplets, with an outer sheath like a bubble's, invisible, yet quivering with the winds, but holding ground...with faith, that the ground shall be stable, and hold them as they hold it...



Childhood, a seedling of life with dew freshness....a shell guarding the seed at first...
The shell, fragile, giving way under a gentle tap, holding life within itself...
The strength, to take on itself any amount of weight unflinchingly, yet, breaking at the gentle tap of a fresh beak from within...
The innocence, of looking with awe, at the source of self...
The tiny feet, ready to take to the world...
The ruffled hair, ready to face the harsh winds...
Curiosity, inspiration, untouched, uncoloured...
Pure in existence... Innocence...
Tiny eyes...big dreams...