Homeless child

Do you see the pain in his eyes ?
Hear the mourn in his cries ?
He is drained inside,
Hopeless and helpless

Can you feel his pain ?
His burden and hunger
And that tired body
Beaten by the unstoppable rain.

It was never his choice to be homeless
It was never his choice to be in the warzone
To lose his parents and his lovely home.

His choice was to be happy,
To build his home and his family,  
To serve the country and community

Now who cares for him ?
Do you understand his tears,
His story behind the newsletters ?
He was never a homeless child.

-Prakash

Like a free bird
I want to fly across the sea
I want to breathe in the freshness of the world
And feel the sands beneath the river

I want to see the endless sky
of the early morning
And talk with luminous stars at night
I wonder how amazing it would be

I want to renew myself by traveling
And Discover who am I
By being in the different worlds of newness
And feel the beauty that lies within

There are so many things that I want to do,
To see and to feel
But that's just a dream of mine
A Dream within a dream of a housewife

-Prakash

She died in my dream
I remember her last smile
And the last drop of tears that came out of her eyes,
I remember her last breath
and the  Painful unstoppable beats of my heart.

My mind became completely blind.
Like a crying angry baby,
I was holding her with deep grief
And lost her whom I loved more than anything.

I felt like the worst suffering hit my life
Every happiness just disappeared from my life
Now my heart only feels pain and my mind only grief
Where should I go, I just want to be free.

Walking miles with pain in my heart
I wish joy would kiss me on my journey
Loneliness is the only feeling that i feel now
I wish peace would come into my heart; that would seal it.

This is what I saw in my dream dear
He told her with teary eyes,
His shaky voice was showing some love
That was unmeasurable.

She smiled and hugged him
She said, "your love is what gives me hope to live, It's just a dream that fades away but my love for you in my heart forever stays.

-Prakash

I wonder,
if we can taste our own words,
before we deliver them to someone.

And I think about the changes they will make in someone's life.

I wonder,
If we can spread positive words
More than negativity that exists

And I think of people surrounding the world
With love, peace and harmony

I just can't stop wondering about the power of words
That can either put fire into the world or change it
-Prakash

Think of me too,
For the mercy, I have shown you.
For the forgiveness, I have given you.
Dear child think of me too.

In the midst of the wilderness, I was there for you.
Guiding you through dark nights in desert
I was the light that showed you the way,
I was there for you; I was the clouds on sunny days.

Wiping your tears, i heard your mourning,
Your aching heart was  full of wounds.
comforting you with my promising words
I was there for you, when everybody else rejected you.

I took your guilt away and filled you with joy
I carried your burden so your life could enjoy
I was beaten by the words of blame
Only for you, dear child think of me too.

Think of my unconditional love
And my sacrifices and remember,
Everything that I have belongs to you
Dear child, think of me too.

-Prakash

I knew my dad was an angel.
Once, I saw him helping a poor man
I remembered the brightest smile in his face
opening his wallet; he gives small amount
That can feed more than a homeless.

He used to say,"the true pleasure
comes when you give others.
Those who are in need of."
yes dad, happiness should always be
shared with others through giving; I added.

I knew my dad was a hero,
He was just different kind of hero
Hero that spread love around him
And encourage other to live justly

He used to say,"when we spread love,
It brings peace and joy that will remove
The pain and hatred from our hearts."
Yes dad, love can heal everything I added.

I remembered everything about my dad
He was a leader, he was a dreamer
He was a teacher, he was a achiever
But mostly importantly he was human
A very genuine one.

-Prakash

Drinking black tea early in the morning
Watching vistas of the fishtail mountains and the rising run
shaking my Styrofoam cup on my table
and reading the newspapers outside in a sunbath

Isn't that beautiful ?
It's my wish for after retirement.
I wish for a life of goodness and peace
But it's just a wish, a simple wish of mine.

Life takes us so far and so high
So down and so daringly deep
I wish to enjoy every bit of the journey
but It's just a wish, a simple wish of mine.

When I become old after many ages,
won't it be cool to spend time gardening ?
Hearing the bees singing
and watching bird dancing?
Bit it's just my wish, a simple wish of mine.

Whether it's fulfilling or unfulfilling
I will keep wishing, I keep dreaming  
Cause that's how I can keep my hope alive
But it's just a wish, a simple wish of mine

One day, only love will remain
Moments will be remembered
Days I used to spend thinking about you
Holding your hand and seeing your tired eyes
Hearing your mournful prayer in the morning
And your adventurous desires at night  

What do you want to accomplish now ?
Your achievements are unmeasurable
Your life is full of pain and happiness,
Sometimes Peace or struggles.

You became who you wanted to be
You did what you wanted to do
Do you have anything left besides
Your body, soul and little bit of breath ?

You are a winner, you are a warrior
You aren't empty
You gave everything for the sake of goodness
You sacrificed everything for sake of morality

You are who you are
You have expressed yourself honestly
Through tough times, you have grown
You have fell, been emotionally beaten
But you rose up, and stood strong.
Your story will remain as old memories

- Prakash

Dear Old Women

Oh Dear old women, what do you see ?
Fear of death or joy of tomorrow.
Oh dear old women, what do you feel ?
Ache in your hearts or peace in your minds?

At the edge of time,
Do you think of yourself like a sun
that is about to set ?
Or like a new morning sun that is about
To shine again ?

Your legs are tired, aren't they ?
Your body wants to rest.
But your mind wants to travel
And you heart wants to be refreshed.

Your feet want to touch the soil of the beach
Your fingers want to touch the flowing stream
Your eyes want to see the mountains
And Your nose want to smell the daffodils.

Dear old women, I hear your mourns
I see your tears and hear your heartbroken cries
Your prayers of lamentation
in the middle of every night.

Dear old women, don't give up
You're still breathing, you can endure a bit of pain.
For the reward you are going to get
May not be in earth but unerringly in heaven.

- Prakash

I think I got caught,
Caught by God himself this time
I was mourning with loneliness
I believe he caught me with his love  

Lord there is so much fear in my heart,
So much worry, a lot of temptation to fight
But you have caught me this time,
you have filled me with joy and wisdom

How unworthy I was,
I hurt you with my sinful nature.
But, your unchanging love changed me forever.
yes, you caught me again and again.

Beaten by my own guilt, conquered by my disobedience
you pushed me back and you pull me more forwards with your mercy
you filled me with your new grace
yes, you caught me again.

How great are thee,
how great is your love oh lord
The world's rejection is just the beginning of your love
you taught me, yes you caught me again.