It

moves so very strange,                                                how life and death

                                                           Doesn’t

care who you are, or                                                       how a little love can   

                                                            Make

the biggest impact,                                                           and how the simple

                                                            Sense

of touch can                                                                     communicate emotions of love

                                                            And

understanding, or                                                          how someone can stay so close to your heart ,

                                                            Yet,

be so very far away.                                                      Although we may never  understand

                                                             It 

completely,                                                                      I appreciate the simplest things it

                                                            Does.                                                                                                      

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at It Doesn’t Make Sense and yet, It Does..

hard on my windshield.

The sky is

so dark I can’t see.

The Thunder,

echoes through the mountains,

and I’m just

tying to get home safe.

Bright lightening

tears across the atmosphere.

Hail threatens

to penetrate my windows.

Water rises,

and floods all around me

and I’m just

trying to get home safe.

Wind blows

and howls through the valley.

The Thunder

releases its cry,

 Lightening

Flashes with anger

and I’m just

trying to get home safe.

The sun shines

and birds sing so sweetly

a melody

that pleases the soul.

The dark clouds

have moved away elsewhere

and now

I’m safe at home.

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Trying to get Home Safe.

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Hidden Heart.

Life is about frets, peaks, edges ,ups,and downs,

Even you get lost , you`ll find way back ,

Although the road is dark ,but still the world is round,

Where you will reach the place you want.

Fancy is good when you couldn`t find real one,

Perhaps, you gonna enjoy them for instance,

But time will pass and only good things last

Nothing compare when real happiness comes,

Sleep in peace with guidance from Above

As I grow old , I would like to have ,

A thing no one can`t take away from me,

The peace of mind and a worry free,

Where I could say im so blessed,

That there is God who always care for me

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at As I Grow Old.

Once there was a girl wandering here and there,
She has so many friends that were all so near,
But still it seemed that something was missing in her life,
Something without which she has nothing to do except to hide,
Her life was colorless, a journey which has no way,
Lots of confusion and doubts with nothing to say,
It seemed that she was lost in a maze of darkness,
In search of some light, some source of brightness,
She was lost in her colorless dream,
Thinking that anything exist that may beam,
Her life was just passing by each day with a new hope,
Lots of new adventures but still in need of something to cope,
Then one day, her life changed from old to new,
A day came that is faced by very few,
A day on which a little one was born and came in her life,
It seemed a piece of gold was in her hands with no need to strive,
The little one was a girl, so delicate, so soft, so sweet,
A day so special for her, a day which was no less than a treat,
The little one made her Mumma, a relation which she always treasure,
The love for the little one is so much that one cannot measure,
The girl is now a mumma…an elated position which she got so soon,
A position that means a lot to her, a position that always shine like a moon.
Mumma named her little girl Shona, a name so special in its own way,
Shona always want her mumma, can’t live without her a single day,
Shona is not just a name for mumma, but a bond of love just so pure,
A name which is a world for mumma, a name so powerful for anything to cure,
Mumma’s Shona is naughty, cute and a girl full of dreams,
Togther Mumma-Shona make up a team which beat up all other teams,
Shona is always jumping around here and there,
Mumma is always asking her Shona to play with care,
Shona wants her mumma to always take care of her,
As she is so delicate, so soft-hearted…as soft as a fur,
Shona keeps on hurting herself, sometimes her leg, sometimes her hand,
But she is a magical girl for her mumma spreading happiness with a wand!
Once Shona wanted her mumma to go to the market to get teddy and dolly,
After insisting a lot, mumma bought them for her, making Shona bright and jolly,
Shona is always asking for chocolates, she doesn’t care  for her teeth,
Mumma only allows one each week but still Shona pulls tantrums so neat,
Shona says that her friends tease her coz she has no chocolates to eat,
Mumma wants her to eat healthy food like fruits, vegetables and wheat,
This is the love between Mumma and Shona…a love which only they can feel,
A bond of love which they treasure…a treasure they will keep it safe under a seal,
Shona always wants her mumma’s lappy and at night jumps on it…up and down,
Mumma too wants her Shona to always sit on her lappy with a princess crown.
Mumma asks her Shona not to jump and sleep without any mischief,
But Shona being naughty, keeps on jumping being as fragile as a leaf,
She wants to play with her mumma…all the time with her only plan to play, play and play,
Mumma asks her to give time to studies instead of playing games each day,
Mumma always asks her Shona to take all the meals on time,
But Shona, being stubborn, always skip one which seems for Mumma a crime,
Mumma gets upset if Shona becomes careless regarding her meals,
Then Shona tries everything for one smile until the wound on her Mumma’s heart heals.
Times of sadness came like shadow on this Mumma-Shona’s bond that is so strong,
But both faced every situation boldly and proved everything n everyone wrong,
Their love is so pure, so natural, a gift from God Almighty that is so precious,
It still seems a dream that how Shona was gifted to Mumma by God, being very gracious,
Shona is the world-best daughter, a little girl who has a very soft heart,
Mumma really loves her and together they made a promise never to part,
Shona is emotional and jolly at the same time, one of a kind,
A girl so special that wins everyone’s heart with her intelligent mind,
She cares for everyone…loves everyone…hidden inside her, a very sensitive part,
But her mischievous side always asks her mumma to go and buy things from a mart,
Her eyes full of love for others, but a glint of mischief always there in a corner,
At other side, she wants to sit in Mumma’s lappy n gets scared if left as a loner,
In one minute, she is a brave little girl ready to take a stand for her mother,
In another minute, she is afraid of little things even if touched by a feather,
Every day, Shona comes for her Mumma especially to wish morning and night,
Which means so much to Mumma…making her so happy with just Shona’s single sight,
Mumma and Shona can do anything for each other, with all their might,
Together they are enough for this whole world and can teach to the top height!
If Shona does anything wrong, Mumma gives her a scolding that is far from light,
If Mumma doesn’t say anything, Shona wants Mumma to scold her saying its her right,
Shona always insists on staying up late so that she can talk to Mumma thewhole night,
But Mumma put her to sleep in her lappy that has now become so colorful from white,
When Shona calls out, ‘Mumma, mumma, mumma’, it makes mumma feel so special,
A feeling that is simply out-of-this -world, a feeling of being complete, so natural,
Shona is a gem for Mumma…a gem so valuable, so worthwhile and priceless,
A gem which has no comparison, which is a light for Mumma in this world of mess,
When Shona smiles, Mumma smiles, coz Shona’s smile is Mumma’s smile,
It is the love they share that makes them walk together, from mile to mile,
Mumma just wants to tell her Shona that her Mumma loves her a lot,
Shona is her life, her heartbeat, her magic wand, her smile and what not!

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at A story of Shona and Mumma….

I float across a worldly bliss
I am walking in an otherworldly rhythm
For I am listening to the noise
But its not the sounds it makes
Or the silence it breaks
It a rhapsody like no other
An opera of transcendental voices
Notes and chords, and broken melody
It is a song of Love, the imperfect and bold

I sit in a broken down home
I am sitting at a loss of words
For I have said what I can
But I am not done with life
I have sang its verse
And I have read it prose
I reject all Hate the world projects
All Pride, Greed, Lust and Envy
And now I am become Love

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Love.

The days go by,

But your words of love,

Remain by heart.

Like sun’s bright light,

Like the new moon night,

The way you glow,

Just sets you apart.

Your sereneful eyes,

Your colourful smiles,

You are god’s own soul,

His work of art.

I knew the moment,

That minute we spent,

If you won’t be mine,

My life won’t start..!

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Time runs by…..

Maybe because of thoughts left in my mind,

That need to be said before I lay down,

Before I sleep until  comes the dawn.

Here now I am awake and got my pen,

To write three words I`d like to say,

You`ll get to know until the next day,

When you open your eyes and find what`s up,

Beside your bed it`s a message that defines ,

About my feelings and how much I care,

And it shows I`d rather have a sleepless night,

To ease my restless, bothered mind

Just to write  “I Love You” right before I close my eyes..

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at To Write Three Words Before I Sleep….

Folded and thrown like a Paper Plane…

Blown by the wind, away from the shore,

Never to return through the window pane…

Broken by the world, shattered into pieces,

They were the drug making my life insane…

They gave life worth, they gave life meaning,

Didn’t let me feel alone walking an empty lane…

They gave me strength, they gave hope,

They gave me light under clouds of rain…

If world is a cliff, dreams are the ladder,

And from new dreams one can rise again…

I’ll rise again, my dreams will come back,

Like the wind gives wings to a Paper Plane..

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Paper Plane….

But because i badly needed them to be my friends.

As i did find ways to be closer to them,

Not only for good times or I just have lot of times,

Not because they just few blocks away,

Not because it happened they were my classmates ,a neighbor either

Not because we speak same language ,and can make trendy texting,

but because we understand why and what are friends are for,

Even from far flung distance,

Although we don`t see each other more often,

As it doesn`t matter how and where we became friends,

And our age and status isn`t a big deal to us then,

But the real heart that speak the true meaning of a Friend…

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at My Friends.