Of a dew drop in rain, of a tear shed in pain.
Of a grain in a mound, of a whisper amidst sounds.

Of a star in a constellation, of an image in a premonition.
Of a thread in a loom, of a prayer in certain doom.

Of a petal in a flower, of a leaf in a bower.
Of a ripple in a pool, of a fish in a school.

Of a speck in a storm, of a bee in a swarm.
Of a hue in a spectrum , of a view in perception.

It takes millions of drops to create a heavy downpour.
It requires countless tears to heal the heart once more.

Innumerable grains come together to form a mound.
Several whispers amalgamate to constitute a sound.

Stars cluster and shine to form a constellation.
Images converge to create a premonition.

Fabric is shaped of a zillion threads in a loom.
Congregated prayers are known to avert doom.

Several petals together form a pretty flower.
Many leaves entwined help shape up a bower.

Ripples are often the start to a violent whirlpool.
Fish swimming in unison give birth to a school.

Specks accumulate together to build a storm.
Bees work tirelessly to constitute a swarm.

A myriad of hues make up a single spectrum.
Ten thousands of views complete a perception.

Now if all single things were to remain alone.
Imagine how the world would be, drab and forlorn.

Each little drop, speck and grain.
Plays its part in a rainbow, a picture or winter rain.

Each summer breeze has a different tune to it.
Each minuscule note has a different sound in music.

Similarly your thoughts,visions, words and emotions.
Are significant in sculpting my joys and aspirations.

You play as vital a part in my life's silent ocean.
Without you there would be no color, no happiness, no devotion.

To me you are most important of all.
You paint me, you fill me, you complete me overall.

Dedicated to the one I consider a significant aspiration in all walks of life.
08.12.2009