I love happy poems
Cause the writer is happy
That makes me happy

Our life has moved ahead,
From little tiny red beans,
And little talking birds,
And we have welcomed home,
A beautiful little pet
A TINY LITTLE CAT..!!

She just walked into our home,
And became part of our
household,
My daughter, Tini,
Christened her
Our very own Mini....!

A white and grey baby feline,
Is a sure live toy,
Who likes to walk in between our legs,
Giving us joy,
A furry mass of ball,
Whom Tini refuses to free,
She picks her back and dosn't let it flee.

Life has become more easy,
In this new house,
Which now has started to become 'old house',
With stories weaving around inside
The house is becoming a novel indeed!

But I need to wait,
Till I pack to return to home land,
These tiny two TINI, MINI
will throw big tantrum,

When Tini demands to take Mini,
To the world she belongs and calls home,
To explain the reason
My life will go upside down,

I am yet to find a proper excuse,
That will not beak my daughter's heart,
And which will make her understand,
That life has to move on...!

Sparkle In Wisdom
16/8/2018

Tonight the moon is just a sliver, I don't remember what that's called.
Everyone is either sleeping or working and going about their lives.
While I am horribly heart broken.
Just ship wrecked, stuck against the rocks getting beat by waves.

I told him that I thought I was lucky.
Lucky. I thought I had found that person for me that the movies have convinced me is out there.
The one.
But somehow, now, I am the most unlucky ******* earth.
The boy I want more then I've ever wanted anything doesn't want me.
Ever.

I thought I was falling into joy, and cozy sheets and love when really I was tumbling into a black hole.
I am so empty now I don't want to live.
Just the other day I was so excited for the future, with him.
I will always be alone.
Just like the moon.
Surrounded by stars but never gets to touch them, never getting to feel the heat that could make me happy.

Standing here looking
Into the blue sky
Reminiscing about my childhood years
Teardrops on my cheeks
I would trade everything
To live it once more
I was the son of a mother
Who was bellow the poverty line
Father was a rolling stone
was nowhere to be found
But
The strangest thing is
I don’t remember being poor
I didn’t know a beans and cornbread
dinner was because we didn’t have money
And that my mom roasted peanuts
in the oven and cinnamon toast
was because we couldn’t afford
more expensive options
I only knew that they were delicious
and that my mom provided
and
was diligent with what she brought home
I remember my mom worked so hard to make things special
She made our birthday cakes and the Christmas
she pinched every penny to buy our toys and clothes
She would bring comfort where
there is hurt and unforeseen pain
She is what others view
as what’s right in this world
She is a breath of fresh air
Being poor didn’t stopped us from enjoying our-youths
Because love kept us
and gratitude
Turned little
into everything