I wish you were dead.

I was your own

Your own blood.

I was from you, 

And I was your daughter.

You never saw that.

Power and Sex

Money and Position

Mistakes that stuck

Stabs to the family.

You never saw that.

You woke me up

Dead of the night

Phantom of darkness

One blow and Another,

My every tear

I paid for mistakes 

I never made

You never saw that.

I was you own, 

You never saw me as one

You wanted me gone,

For every night you are alive

I now wish you were dead.

Inspire me, Little January

Photo Courtesy - Joel Benjamin (MCC 3rd Yr Student)

Chrispy Cold mornings

A Little girl walks down a path of soft grass in a garden

Walking in the early morning mist.

Innocent and pure as the drops of dew

The Quietest month , and The Little child in the garden, But think not that she represents inactivity,If anything.. she opens her eyes to the sky, the earth absorbing the pure rainfall as the little organisms prepare for the next season, the feasting earthworms tunnelling into the soil, making new blossoms happen.

Winter Cocoons and It’s the Dawn of the First Month of the New Year

January - The Cornucopia of Joyous Hope.

"Little January
Tapped at my door today.
And said, "Put on your winter wraps,
And come outdoors to play."
Little January
Is always full of fun;
Until the set of sun.
Little January 
Will stay a month with me
And we will have such jolly times -
Just come along and see."

- Wilfred Marshall

Wake up in the softest bed in the chilly cold weather, curl up into your patchwork quilt and go back to sleep.Laze around in the bean bag , with your favourite person, Your best mate laughing at the most infamous joke ever, Stretch and sip into the cup of Indian Chai, with a smile in your face.Januarys are for laziness and coziness. Families make holiday plans, from Missouri , Andaman and Nicobar to Hawaii and Switzerland. January Spells out holiday, love, family and happiness.

From the Cold hearts of winter

Reaches out January

Pureness of the Snow

And The warmness of love

Happiness and Joyous Adventures

The Youngest One smile.

They Love me ,January Says

A tear down her cheek

And A grin to match

Mischief managed

Petals Up turned

Chirping Blue birds

Twitchy Squirrels

“Welcome to the new world”

Silence and Tears - An obituary

Tribute (and thats all that i can possibly do) to a nine yr old 

child who met with his untimely death in the pool waters.

(Ranjan ,Student of Psbb,KK ng who lived his little life next door 

to the place where I

take my classes)  

Too many little children die nowadays.

 I sit down with tears

As i pen this down

I never knew you well 

Sweetie pie,

I can see the ghost of the sparkle 

In your eyes

A Hint of a laughable face

In those photographs 

From Your life

They saw you are a Cheerful chap

Little child, 

I cannot stop my tears

As i think of your parents

Reminders of your life

and Childhood 

will blot their future

I see a blue garment hanging 

In your balcony

It saddens me 

You are no longer here.

Baby

Your time came,

They tell me

You belong in the hands of god now 

Do not cry

Do not fear 

Be blessed and 

Rest in peace

Sāre Jahāñ Se Acchā Hindostāñ Hamārā

Respect the Tricolor

India.

My home land.

Ma India.

She awakens to her 66th yr into Independence on 15th August 2012 , on her 65th Independence day anniversary.

A country rich with diversity

Cultural

Linguistic

Economy

Race

Religion

Caste 

Colors

Tradition

India makes me proud

India is the cradle of the human race, the birthplace of human 

speech, the mother of history, the grandmother of legend, and the

 great grand mother of tradition. Our most valuable and most 

instructive materials in the history of man are treasured up in 

India only.

"If I were asked under what sky the human mind has most fully 

developed some of its choicest gifts, has most deeply pondered

 on the greatest problems of life, and has found solutions, I 

should point to India "

- Max Mueller

Bought out of the entombs of the British

We now celebrate and respect our martyrs

without whom we are not the free individuals we are today

-Salute them-

Happy independence day to all :)

Vande Mataram!

May You Rest In Peace.

Author's Note - this is the obituary of a young girl who died before her time , due to a failed liver transplant, i request you to respect her, and pray for her soul to rest in peace

There once was a young girl

She was quite a Charm

Beautiful...

Talented...

Friendly...

and Sweet.

Alas she was too special 

for Death laid His eyes on her

and wanted to take her as His own

but

He loved playing His lil games

He threw his noose over her

and made her fall asleep

He made us cry, and pray 

and loosened his noose, just enough

for us to believe He'd disappeared.

Sadistically

He tightened his grip and flew away

with 

her parents child.

someone's best friend.

someone's sister.

on this very sad day

28th June 2012

I pray for her soul to rest in peace

For god to take care of her

she could have grown up and been someone

Instead she became a star

in our sky

Life is too short.

Love her, and remember her.

And remember to live your life

Life is too Short

Murder(?) of the female child.

little child,

 i know the darkness is engulfing you..

scaring your little mind

i 'll hold your hand and guide you through your journey to your 

other side

until your merge into pure consciousness.....a promise

 i know you're the purest form of love, so nascent ...

so beautiful and flawless pearl....

fly away .. 

before you are

tarnished by the hand of devil

 before you could meet your goal...

before you could lose your innocent ignorance in earthly

existence

 the darkness chases us now

As i utter these very words

you turn to look into my eyes 

your soul

reaching out to my mine

making me understand your fear

of our unknown predator.

speed along little one.

your times of pain will become

the ones of the past.

your future holds faith and promise

this is not a poem, this is the the harsh reality , 

about the murder of a daughter by her own mother's hands.

Each day in India, a helpless mother prepares her new born 

daughter , holding her hand to embrace the journey of death

She rather kill her child by her own hands than let her face the 

tortures of growing up as a woman in her society

God's Own World

there she was, unable to "see" the world around her, but this beautiful child had te most amazing smile ive ever seen in my life, she had te most melodious voice i've heard... n yes that smile again on her face, radiates happiness...

there ws this other child, she was jus twelve but she was capable of holdin everyone o them in her bosom and takin care of them

and a lil child of 5 yrs being the mother for alluva them . .  

i find myself incapble o expressing myself with words for the very first time in my life...

a picture is worth a thousand words...

the followin pictures narrate the story of the love nd affection rendered by these childern that made me go dumbstruck...

every child had a story 

every child has a smile on his or her face despite everythin in their life

love them

they deserve it more than anythin else...

help them in some way, anyway yu can

spend time with .,, tatsall they need, acceptance in the world

they are god's own childern... 

post in a comment if you want to do something for them :)

Poems 1-o-1 Of Hopes

hope abides

hence i abide

countless frustrations

haven't cowed me to saturation

am still alive

very much vibrant wid life

the black clouds disappear

the morning sun appears

with its full supernatural glory