mohit-kalwadia
Indian
1993- Present (A tramp, a gentleman, a poet, a dreamer, a lonely fellow, always hopeful of romance and adventure) / -Charlie Chaplin / / (Time is / Too slow for those who Wait, / Too swift for those who Fear, / Too long for those who Grieve, / Too short for those who Rejoice, / But for those who Love / Time is not) / -Henry Vandyke / / [email protected]/ [email protected] / / © April 12 MohiT Cristo KalwadiA
How rarely all these few years, as
work keeps us aloof,
Or fares, or one thing or another,
Have we had days to spend
under our parents' roof:
Myself my sister, and my brother.
All five of us will die; to reckon
from the past
This flesh and blood is
unforgiving.
What's hard is that just one of us
will be the last
To bear it all and go on living.
Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 1:50 AM UTC
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may **** me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
Jul 24, 2012
Jul 24, 2012 at 1:18 AM UTC
Shall I tell you where the dead are?
You won't find them in the sky
Their faces don't grace clouds,
or rest in a person's eye
Shall I tell you where the dead are?
You won't find them on the street
If you missed them the first time,
then there's no chance they'll repeat
Shall I tell you where the dead are?
You won't find them on a wall
A picture is but a picture,
and that just won't do at all
Shall I tell you where the dead are?
You won't find them in a book
Better catch them while they're living
Better have yourself a look
Shall I tell you where the dead are?
You won't find them in a voice
They've moved on to different pastures,
but not one is there by choice
Shall I tell you where the dead are?
Very well, you'll get your way
The dead rest in the ground,
and it's there they'll always stay
Jul 12, 2012
Jul 12, 2012 at 12:39 AM UTC
An Angel kissed my tears away
today when I was sad.
I wasn't feeling quite myself
my day had been so bad.
I felt a warmth brush by me
that quickly dried my tears;
A gentle, kind, and loving touch
that seemed to hold me near.
Immediately, I felt so much better
and the day seemed brighter, too.
I guess that's just the way you feel
when an Angel comforts you.
Jun 19, 2012
Jun 19, 2012 at 12:11 AM UTC
If ever you need me,
I'll be right here,
To chase away the sadness,
And wipe away a tear.
If ever you need me,
I'll be two steps behind,
To follow in your footsteps,
And hear what's on your mind.
If ever you need me,
You'll never have to fear,
That your presence isn't important,
And your love isn't dear.
If ever you need me,
I'll always be around,
To bring back the laughter,
Where deep in your heart it's found.
You'll never have to worry,
For I'll always be here,
To chase away the sadness,
And wipe away a tear.
I am here for you!
Jun 17, 2012
Jun 17, 2012 at 10:17 AM UTC
So cute my Daughter, so cute my Son,
Whole day you make a noise, whole day you both run:
You quarrel and play and shout and sing,
Rock till night from early morning.
You are crazy for carrom, you are lazy for ball!
Now sit to study, learn, cram and recall;
You are greater than us. more precious than us.
Your Guardians for you, are so anxious.
Will you fulfill our dreams, make new schemes?
Will the sun of your Dreams cast new beams?
And herald new trends, soothing high and low?
We are sure you will, so prepare, perspire and cheerful go...!!
May 24, 2012
May 24, 2012 at 12:43 PM UTC
One Silent night I requested Thee,
"Dear God, grant me a friend,
Who is a push when I stop;
A word when I am quiet;
A smile when I am sad;
A shoulder when I cry;
A sun when I am cold;
A known amongst all unknowns;
A lamp in the darkness;
A shelter in the rain;
A soft path in this rough terrain;
A stick when I can no further walk;
A place to retrurn to when all is lost ..
I am afraid I ask too much of Thee;
But is a true friend too much for thee to grant me?"
To this Thou Gracefully replied,
/IWhat you ask of me is not beyond My power;
But you yourself have to toil for it your life's short hour;
though have made true friends for everyone,
"To find & recognize them" is a test that can be skipped by none."
And then: realized that I did not ask too much thee,
But true friendship is one thing only I myself can earn for me..
May 24, 2012
May 24, 2012 at 12:31 PM UTC
Tomorrow smile at someone
That you've never seen before.
Take time to think of others that
You feel compassion for.
Tomorrow tell somebody
How they brighten up your day.
Let random acts of kindness
Put your feelings on display.
Tomorrow hug your children
Somewhat tighter than before.
Be sure to think of all the things
You can be thankful for.
Pat your dog a little longer.
Hug and kiss your husband/wife.
Thank your God for granting you
Another day of life.
May 21, 2012
May 21, 2012 at 12:35 PM UTC
One shouldn't sleep more than necessary; as extra
sleep induces paramount laziness; ruins the ability of
a person to work diligently,
One shouldn't eat more than necessary; as extra food
lying dumped in the stomach; reduces your ability to
have fun; fantasize and sizzle in the corridors of
romance,
One shouldn't dance more than necessary; as extra
gyrating the body; weakens the stem of mesmerizing
ideas in the brain; instilling the legs with
inevitable sleep,
One shouldn't whistle more than necessary; as extra
whistling causes the air in the mouth to exhaust; and
makes a person falter in his speech; grasp for breath;
immediately after it,
One shouldn't cry more than necessary; as extra
shedding of tears makes the eye bloodshot and and
swollen; rendering a person unfit to walk on the
streets,
One shouldn't write more than necessary; as extra
penning down of words creates a disdain for majestic
art; and the fragile fingers then intractably refuse
to even emboss down your name,
One shouldn't swim more than necessary; as the
poignant spray of the saline sea causes erratic
allergy to the entire skin; also there is always the
danger of the monstrous shark creeping in,
One shouldn't drink wine more than necessary; as the
alcohol has a profoundly inebriating effect on the
nerves; makes a person loose complete control of his
actions; body and speech; after consuming a few sips,
One shouldn't blow one's nose more than necessary; as
excessive sneezing; engenders the moisture in the
nostrils to amazingly evaporate; and a person ends up
inhaling bellows of hostile fire; instead of
compassionate air,
One shouldn't shout more than necessary; as
unprecedented screaming; foments the chords in your
throat to wear out; and you eventually find yourself
unable to even mew as softly as the cat; after a few
minutes,
One shouldn't talk more than necessary; as baseless
talk yields plenty of secrets; and a person sometimes
in his inexorable urge to talk; doesn’t notice the
bored yawns becoming eminent and clear in the
vicinity,
One shouldn't clean more than necessary; as
unsurpassable amount of cleaning; leads to scraping
away the oils of nature; the rudiments of color which
add loads of vibrancy to life,
One shouldn't spend more than necessary; as exorbitant
expenditure results in dismal bankruptcy; and suddenly
the accounts replenished with surplus money till
yesterday; seem to be like veritable ghost towns
today,
One shouldn't fight more than necessary; as incessant
war leads to lots of bloodshed; and what started as
just a test of nerves and skill; now ends up being a
battle of blood,
One shouldn't read more than necessary; as
overwhelmingly browsing through the books night and
day; has disastrous aftermaths on robust sight,
One shouldn't kick more than necessary; as ferocious
kicking evokes heaps of tension; perpetuates hurling
of a volley of abuses at each other; and thereby
disrupting the placid environment,
One shouldn't spit more than necessary; as continuous
spitting produces squalid streaks of dirt in the
area's you tread; and sometimes you find yourself
tripping head on; in the same slime you ejected out on
this earth,
One shouldnt't preach more than necessary; because at
times you tend to become a victim of your own ideals;
rather than having an impact and changing the lives of
other humans,
I think I have bored you enough with this unending
list of 'shouldnt's', but before emancipating I would
like to tell you; that there is indeed a thing that
you should do more than necessary; and which does not
have anything such as necessary or unnecessary in the
dictionary of its existence,
O! yes the thing I am talking about is none other than
your all time favorite, and which you must be dying to
proclaim at the moment as 'PASSIONATE LOVE'...
May 21, 2012
May 21, 2012 at 11:22 AM UTC
WHEN I go alone at night to my love-tryst, birds do not sing, the wind does not stir, the houses on both sides of the street stand silent.
It is my own anklets that grow loud at every step and I am ashamed.
When I sit on my balcony and listen for his footsteps, leaves do not rustle on the trees, and the water is still in the river like the sword on the knees of a sentry fallen asleep.
It is my own heart that beats wildly -- I do not know how to quiet it.
When my love comes and sits by my side, when my body trembles and my eyelids droop, the night darkens, the wind blows out the lamp, and the clouds draw veils over the stars.
It is the jewel at my own breast that shines and gives light. I do not know how to hide it.
Apr 14, 2012
Apr 14, 2012 at 5:56 AM UTC