Thursday 8 May 2014
Sunday 4 May 2014
"Do it Anyway" Poem from Blessed Mother's Teresa~
People are often unreasonable, irrational, and self-centered. Forgive them anyway.
If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives. Be kind anyway.
If you are successful, you will win some unfaithful friends and some genuine enemies. Succeed anyway.
If you are honest and sincere people may deceive you. Be honest and sincere anyway.
What you spend years creating, others could destroy overnight. Create anyway.
If you find serenity and happiness, some may be jealous. Be happy anyway.
The good you do today, will often be forgotten. Do good anyway.
Give the best you have, and it will never be enough. Give your best anyway.
In the final analysis, it is between you and God. It was never between you and them anyway.
~Mother Teresa
If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives. Be kind anyway.
If you are successful, you will win some unfaithful friends and some genuine enemies. Succeed anyway.
If you are honest and sincere people may deceive you. Be honest and sincere anyway.
What you spend years creating, others could destroy overnight. Create anyway.
If you find serenity and happiness, some may be jealous. Be happy anyway.
The good you do today, will often be forgotten. Do good anyway.
Give the best you have, and it will never be enough. Give your best anyway.
In the final analysis, it is between you and God. It was never between you and them anyway.
~Mother Teresa
Wednesday 30 April 2014
mother doesn't see me............
Mother knows me physically , yet she does not know me mentally .
She sees a son she loves , but hides the one she hates .
Simple words exchange between us and she caressed my hair not knowing that our thoughts prevail on different lands .Strangers from the same blood the same heart separated by thoughts. Mother does not see me she only shes my shadow . She wonders if she has gone blind when in reality she covers her own eyes as if to remove her hands and find the child she imagined she would have . Mother face me like you face everyday you take on as a single parent . Let me show you what a good child i've become when really im imperfect .
Tuesday 29 April 2014
SWEET DREAMS
,
Wake up sweating in your bed
Hear the screaming of the dead.
Through the vents the spiders crawl,
In seconds covering every wall.
Get up, get out for fear has struck.
You scream and shout but you are stuck.
Paralyzed with fear you are,
But it's not over, not by far.
Up your body, to your chest,
Hairy legs stampeding.
Eyes open wide with great protest,
Heavy shallow breathing.
Finally you can move again,
Eight legged beasts now at your chin.
To the floor, dart out your room,
Ghastly moaning figures loom.
Don't look now, but bats are swarming,
Papers whirling, winds are forming.
Doors are opening and closing,
Skeletons walk, so imposing!
No hope now, the dead are stirring,
Walls are bleeding, fiends are lurking.
cross the walls, the creatures climbing,
Chilling sounds of children crying!
Heart is pounding, pulse is racing,
Vision turns from black to red.
Hit the ground in horror crying,
Wake up sweating in your bed.
Wake up sweating in your bed
Hear the screaming of the dead.
Through the vents the spiders crawl,
In seconds covering every wall.
Get up, get out for fear has struck.
You scream and shout but you are stuck.
Paralyzed with fear you are,
But it's not over, not by far.
Up your body, to your chest,
Hairy legs stampeding.
Eyes open wide with great protest,
Heavy shallow breathing.
Finally you can move again,
Eight legged beasts now at your chin.
To the floor, dart out your room,
Ghastly moaning figures loom.
Don't look now, but bats are swarming,
Papers whirling, winds are forming.
Doors are opening and closing,
Skeletons walk, so imposing!
No hope now, the dead are stirring,
Walls are bleeding, fiends are lurking.
cross the walls, the creatures climbing,
Chilling sounds of children crying!
Heart is pounding, pulse is racing,
Vision turns from black to red.
Hit the ground in horror crying,
Wake up sweating in your bed.
Sunday 27 April 2014
WHAT IS OUR RELATION?...
When I look at you its like we both see something that we like;
But quickly we turn our heads like our eyes are blinding lights;
Inside our minds we think about the possibilities for new heights;
But the fear of failure stops us for we think that its too right;
Girl its hard for me to say it but I think that you're the one;
My heart burning for your love intense like heat from 1000 suns;
And it seems like it won't stop. What is this an indication?;
Yes of course I cannot rest until I find out our relation;
Perfection within my arms reach and my heart is even closer;
I don't see you that much but when I do the time moves slower;
I don't know what this means but I have great expectations;
What am I to you, I want to know our relation?;
The Naked Lady
I studied the strides of her restless feet.
They had the rhythm of a distant song.
Elegant, graceful, but out of time.
She is the model of a faith, tailored to suit her mortified body.
Her daily prayers and fasting are
But to bind and cast into the abyss of denial;
The twin smooth demons called Age and Death.
And as a rite of accomplishment,
She discards a dress after each meal.
I heard her sang and giggled to a nursery rhyme,
With a voice as primitive as a shadow.
She is as hysterical as a siren; seeing wolves in her own shadow.
Yet like Santa, to the naive, she is an idol.
This morning, she offered me some clothes.
Stained at each collar by the undeniable fingerprints,
Of the ghosts of prosperity and blissfulness.
"Here, cover your poor body with these". She said.
And as grateful as I was for her kindness,
I stared at the noble lady and wept.
IT'S ALL IPL........
Some say it should go burn in hell
That the money leaves a really bad smell
But hit and giggle
Or shit and piddle
It's here to stay the IPL.
From countries far and wide
Come players with heaps of pride
But if they fail
You'll hear them wail
For there is not anywhere to hide
The cheques books come out
The auctioneers will shout
Some Players get bought
Some others get naught
The IPL now has such clout
The turn-styles are all in clamour
The Batsmen are using the hammer
They go for the big six
Bowlers try their new tricks
So cricket is married to glamour
Should cricket become this glam
When the ball is met with a blam
hit way in the air
didn't see you there
Sorry about that Maam!
That the money leaves a really bad smell
But hit and giggle
Or shit and piddle
It's here to stay the IPL.
From countries far and wide
Come players with heaps of pride
But if they fail
You'll hear them wail
For there is not anywhere to hide
The cheques books come out
The auctioneers will shout
Some Players get bought
Some others get naught
The IPL now has such clout
The turn-styles are all in clamour
The Batsmen are using the hammer
They go for the big six
Bowlers try their new tricks
So cricket is married to glamour
Should cricket become this glam
When the ball is met with a blam
hit way in the air
didn't see you there
Sorry about that Maam!
.........
PURPOSE
PURPOSE
I feel lost in emotions unknown
surrounded by others but clearly alone
my tears can be heard through aches and moans
while the pain seeps beneath my skin into the bones
I act as a Ronin covered with scars
I love in prison that doesnt carry the bars
my journey forever as purpose taunt
when I suddenly realised that PURPOSE is all want..
THE BLISS IN HER EYES
THE BLISS IN HER EYES...........
the moment i looked into her eyes,all I could see is bliss
after that , I took a moment to realise.....
this life I live is a mess.
what may I offer her ?
When I hate the man in the mirror..
.....I thought to myself...
The bliss in her eyes turns up to mean nothing
what can I offer her?
When all I can see in the mirror is nothing
Pinnocchio story goes , I just want to be a real boy...
How can anyone except me to be proud of myself?
When those closest to me aren't even proud of me....
Wise man say one day you will find your way,
that one day just seems so far away...
there is no amount of money,
that may fill this emptiness in my heart
Or free my mind out of this jail
out of this materialistic hell
there is no one that can ever understand my misery
Simplicity, now seems so complex to me
All alone , I have no where to go.
Not a single ear out there I can confide to
and cry amongst my treasured friend
Unfortunately even the tears that flow my eyes
mean nothing
Darkness, has engulfed my eyes
All I can say is nothing,
All that life alltering moment however
when I saw the bliss in her eyes...
I felt alive again
know , she brought an ounce of hope into my life
I saw the light again..
Saturday 26 April 2014
THE BOY WHO LIVED....
stars dwindled over the dark of night
silent footsteps towards a door with light
a quite incantation to release the hold
into the house and out of the cold
no spells of protection could change fate
as a flash of green illuminated his face
horror slithered into the locked room
a mother who will die soon
she gave her child a few last wishes
brushed his hair and gave him kisses
she stood before the lord of snakes
and looked toward's her baby's face
a tear in her eye as she smiled in her last breath
maybe knowing that for him it hadn't ended yet...
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