A hymn inside my head, your voice so dear,
you haunt me in my sleep and in my wake.
Somewhere deep within, your whisper I hear,
crisp and clear, as perfect as a heart ache.
Sad images I keep, nightmares I take.
Still, I go forward onto my own road,
towards the rising sun for my soul’s sake.
How I’ve prayed my heart be free of this load-
of the memory of your lovely voice,
or a tomorrow not meant for this world.
Thus, heart’s happiness is always a choice,
to go on and live as a wise man told.
Forever lingering, scars will not mend,
yet, someday its feel a forgotten fiend.

Steady pour of the rain,
a hypnotic hymn.
The morning air grows cold,
a warm blanket’s comfort.

Must get up for the day,
no more time for delays.
Still the entranced mind sleeps.
Ten more minutes, please.

Some moments gone astray,
satisfying embrace.
The blanket’s coziness,
my sweet pillow’s softness.

Waking up with a start,
panic gripped my heart.
Peaceful moments, a bait.
Now, I am really late.

Life can be a burden,
sometimes maddening.
One can feel the pain.
This world can be tiring.

In my darkest moment,
I wanted to run.
With such bitterness,
wanted to end everything.

But, there was always you.
In my desperate hour,
you’ve given me hope,
Shown me my path to go.

You might not realize it,
I’m so glad you came.
You gave meaning to my life.
Thanks for being here.

A little girl was excited,
on one special gift, delighted.
With the sweet thought, she slept,
hoped for the promise be kept.

Early morning, there were gifts,
boxes with beautiful lids.
From the love of her father,
pretty gifts like no other.

But the little girl frowned.
The missing gift was learned.
Her father, she was hoping,
had left for a meeting.

My friends, the message is clear
In love, remember so dear;
It is a commitment.
Let time be its fulfillment.

They are charming figurines,
molded in smooth porcelains.
With the sweet face of a child,
their lovely wings speak their kind.
Garbed in robes of white and gold,
they are quite a dear to hold.
Such beauties in Christmas trees.
Some real wonders to see.
Yet angels are more than that.
They are messengers of God.
An angel represents hope,
a promise of peace and love.

Three wise men searching.
In a wide desert, looking.
A child was promised.

Myrrh, gold and incense,
wonderful presents they bring.
Fit for a true king.

A bright star, their guide.
Its light illuminating,
showing the right way.

Upon a stable,
the star shines brilliantly.
At last, He is found!

Shepherds are gathered.
Animals around are hushed.
The place is tranquil.

Angels are singing,
voices soft yet glorious.
Rejoicing for Him.

And there, the child sleeps.
In a soft manger He lays.
The world is at peace.

You are my sunshine
A splendid warmth
Such a joy in my heart.

You are my rain
Innocent longing tears
I dry them with kisses.

You are my heaven
Enchanting face so bright
My little delight.

You were tiny back then
My little man
Now you’ve grown up.

Still you have that smile
So amazing
Simply dazzling.

You are my little one
Mine to hold
My gift from above.

It started with one call
A silly girl’s prank
I shouldn’t have agreed
I have my decency.

You were fooled by my friend
Gave you a false name
She laughed with you at ease
I listened with such tense.

Suddenly, she was gone
The phone was in my hand
I heard your warm voice
Reluctantly, I spoke.

You didn’t realize
Didn’t seem to notice
It had been a tease
Thus, began a tale of lies.

Some things to clarify;
I am a lady
I have my dignity
I think myself highly.

But to hear you- a treat
To know you more- a gift
What am I to do?
You know I love you.

For every deception
I’d given up my soul
For every sweet lies
I’d swallowed my pride.

Caught in my own game
A web of my own making
My conscience haunts me
The truth must be free.

Will you love me for being me?

Criticism is a law of life,
and still, an awful price.
It speaks for the best of men,
and yet, crushes many dreams.
It is an excellent reminder,
for us to strive… work better.


We may never win, as we take the test.
We may please some, but never the rest.


Facing criticism may be tough.
We tend to break and lose all hopes.
Better think of trees,
bearing the most sweetest fruits.
And of little boys,
mischievous, hungry for sports.


How they ignore trees without fruits,
but love to throw at trees bearing fruits.

How she wanted to be a man,
to be the conqueror of worlds.
Glory will be in her hands.
She will speak of her mind,
and the nation will listen.

How she envied every man.
He who has the strength,
to make his dreams come true.
And he who has the pride,
to speak of all his women.

How she wished she was a man.
To be free from her disguise,
as she ventures through the night.
And to roam the wildest streets,
no chaperone… on her own.

Yet, she wouldn’t sacrifice,
Her pretty pearls and laces.
Some true lady’s delight.
And she won’t give up her gift,
to bear the child of her man.

Sleep deprived,
I have lost weight.
With only three to four hours of sleep.
He said, "Quit it or I'll get it!"

Dark circles,
under my eyes.
I looked like a white faced zombie.
He warned, "Get in control or else!"

Unfocused,
hard to hear him.
I am entranced with great wonders.
He told me, he misses the old me.

Awaken,
my conscience stirred.
Yet, addicting power overwhelms.
Now he threatened me, he will cut it!

Unfeeling,
but still caring.
He said, he'll stop paying for the Net!
I laughed... shot back, "I'll rent somewhere else!"

He told you he cares for you
They are trouble
He doesn’t want you involved
He gazed upon your face
Tried to read you
You gave him your broken look
He wanted to soothe you
To speak of love
You didn’t want to hear more
He said there’s no other choice
No other way
So, he chose the other girl.

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How you’ve cried your feelings out
To trust in him
Believing into something
Cry no more my dear girl
He’s not a man
Not even, to stand for him
He said he’s in love with you?
But to prefer you
He simply cannot do
They will hurt you, he told you
He won’t have that
He can never protect you.

The birds were chirping that day,
singing sweet songs for you.
They knew you were something,
an angel sent from above.


You came to me as the sun,
gave me your gentle warmth.
You became my rainbow,
showed me the beauty of earth.


Hear the birds sing once again,
hear my voice sing for you.
Your day today, my friend,
wishing you joy in the world.

Senior citizens can be a pain.
They could drive you insane.
Some can be so demanding.
Others so threatening.

No one can be deafer than them.
Most choose not to listen.
They could spend hours of debate,
on a topic all over again.

A lot, I had been enraged by them.
They had been a nuisance.
I had cheated and been triumphant.
Old people are they not?

Then, I realized; Young as I am.
Soon, my skin will wither.
I shall be one of those old Madame,
often not understood.

You lay sleeping.
I watch your face with a smile,
knowing you are mine.
                                          
I kiss your cheeks,
So warm and soft… heaven sweet,
all mine for today.

Thinking of you.
Enjoying each passing days,
my heart swells with pride.

Mine for today.
Your smiles, your hugs, your kisses,
treasures of my heart.

She is no goddess,
not even a beauty.
Just a plain old lady,
yet see her face.
How her sweet smile,
enlightens someone’s heart.

He is no scholar,
not even a wise one.
An ordinary man,
yet he listens.
How his kind ears,
saves someone from peril.

They are no angels,
not ethereal beings.
See their feet on the ground,
yet, light bearers-
stars of the lost,
sanctuaries of the sad.

Not a mere mortal,
you are something divine.
Let your light touch their souls,
heed their soft cries,
open your heart.
You are a light bearer.