Oh! Winter I request thee please come back
To err is human cut me some slack
For what happened between us started as a lover's spat
And I was more than willing to work on that.
Then you became too cold and I almost froze
I needed warmth hence spring I chose.

Spring and me was this one-time thing
It meant nothing; it was a stupid little fling
I was thinking about you the whole time I swear
Your absence is killing me; the grief is too much to bear.

You were fantastic, marvellous and cool
Still I went for spring I was a fool
It lured me with its flowery tranquil gait
But now I know its tricks, albeit a bit too late.

Spring left me high and dry to sulk in this summer
It’s horrible and sweaty and life is a ******
My world is barren no poetry or prose in soul
Angels left with spring and the devil summer is taking its toll

Life, a journey, a saga, and all the fuss
Of spotlight hogger's and the anonymous
Masters and puppets, tortoises and rabbits
People driven by wants and habits

Sweet thorns and dangerous flowers
The agonizingly slow seconds and fast paced hours

Unbelievable adventurous path
Few taking the walk, living it
Others spending time doing all the math

Some will's some wont's
Arguing the do's and don’ts
Shying away when times call
All but speculating rise and fall

To say nothing exists without its opposite
Good and bad, traditional or fad
Have you taken a dip in tranquil pool?
Are you sane enough to call others mad?

Destiny, fate, chance or choice
Listening or ignoring the inner voice

Careless whispers, raves and rants
The hidden agendas, a knowing glance
A friend’s betrayal, a foe's dance

Crayons, tree houses, kite flying and puddles
Reminiscing blissful past, entangled in present hurdles
Amazing paradoxes, shifting paradigms of thoughts,
Parallel truths and the lucrative lies bought

While most will forever be solving
All the how's, what's and when's
The ebb and flow of life will go on
With all its odds and even's

A path, a dance, an eternal hum or song
Will you be lost in the past or
There in the moments, in the chimes of life
Contented when the death rings its final Gong

Custom made perfect kids
Were never in God’s plan
Just in case you thought
Why me?
Why my kid?
It was us being unrealistic
Forgot the rules of the world
Forgot how every butterfly is different
Forgot how no two things are same in nature
And still there is acceptance for all

While all kids are Gods paintings,
Kids with special needs are his modern art
While all kids are Gods poems
Kids with special needs are his free verses
While all kids are Gods songs
Kids with special needs are born when he raps
Oh yes God raps and tap dances too
But you have to have an open mind for that

So next time you think why me
And go in denial for long
You blame the god for this and that
And think he has been wrong

First thank him for a child born
For that is a gift in itself
Thank him for the uniqueness
For that is God’s way of showing
He still has faith in us

More time you will take in accepting
Precious time you will waste
And while God may forgive you
For Your ignorance and delay
Time my dear will not

If there is any doubt
About you kids behavior
That you are having today
Get some help
As soon as you can
Meet a special educator
And chart out an action plan

It is Ok to feel sad sometimes
But don’t get stuck up for too long
And look at you kids when in doubt
It has not being easy for them
So pull up yourselves and be ready
You have to make your kid independent and strong

Your kid accepts you for what you are
They love you in spite your shortcomings or faults
Show them the way
You will be surprised
How much in this process you will also learn

Embrace your child with all your heart
Support them, be part of their life
Understand what they say and when they don’t
And see the wonders of love.

Once I met a lady in a store who looked at my daughter and asked me
what was wrong with her why was she behaving this way
I saw my daughter and told her nothing, she is just dancing to her favourite song
and this is also one of the ways she plays

She looked confused so I explained and told her she is autistic
For which the lady congratulated me as she thought I said artistic

She may have not heard it properly but she was right wasn’t she?
Both the words had so much in common if only world could see


Autistic is artistic cos they look at the world very differently from us
They paint or write or sing what they feel and create a beautiful buzz
An autistic’s perception of world is so different so unique
And like any other artist they  prefer to let their work speak
Most autistics/artists are still looking for the medium
they want to express their feelings in, what makes them comfortable
Or maybe what they are doing right now is their art,
their stroke, their poetry,
whether or not we find that agreeable

Are we mature enough to understand their art?
Are we talented enough to polish their skills?


Don’t ruin it for them by moulding them into something they are not.
You will lose them for ever, for they won’t be the same without their art
Guide them through this life, make them as independent
as you would any other child but give them space and time
Don’t rush them into this life, for every child autistic or not,
is a caterpillar in cocoon, and will only emerge when nature chimes
You won’t get a butterfly by breaking the cocoon,
or else they will neither be a caterpillar nor a butterfly
Give them time, nourish them make them feel loved
and see how your beautiful butterfly flies

Do we have patience to give them that time?
Do we not know what broken dreams feel like? *


Guide them give them the proper tools to move and grow
How to overcome obstacles that you have to show
Don’t overload them with your expectations or pampering’s,
For every child autistic or not is like a seed,
and overloading will be very hampering
Always remember too much spoils and too little leaves impoverished
They need just the right amount of everything you can offer
and oh the places these kids go when they feel loved and cherished
Care for them, they are part of you, involve them in your life
and participate in theirs with all your Arden
And see how they bloom into the most beautiful flower in your garden

Have you learnt and polished your skills to be good gardener?
Have you taken training to be a good coach?

I have a child with autism and I have had my share of
taunts, staring, worthless advices and criticisms,
But I never let those rule my life; for it would have been insult
to all those angels I met in this journey of autism
This is a long journey and we will fall and fail, a lot, I know that
But I will learn, get up and make corrections
and move ahead and not worry about the stat
I will get up every time and help my daughter get up too,
I promise to my child and myself
We will keep moving whether life offers us
an empty or a well-stocked shelf

When I see my child I see
-A budding artist,
- A butterfly emerging from a cocoon,
-A beautiful sprouting seed.*

Yes I will give her all that she needs and enjoy the process.

Under the Rainbow sky
You and I shall meet
And sing the songs
Of the greens all around
And dance to the
Whispers of the breeze
And in this wilderness
Where the meander flirts with the valley
And the zebras and the lions play
We shall join them in gay abandon
Away from the worldly ways

Where the dreamers
Are welcomed with open arms
There you and I will meet.
Someday…….

The Hauntings
of the small things ignored
in broad daylight
are far more dangerous
than the unknown
spirits of the dark.

Let us not let go
of the sparks
however small
while we await
for a fire
yet to be born

let us welcome
each day as it comes
and embrace it
as we would
a special day
Yet to come

Let us start
our work for
the smaller causes
for it may
one day become
a mountain of issues
as is today the big cause
You are waiting to work for

Let us give respect to
Every drop of water
And every little voice coming from within

Let us cherish
Every small deed of goodness
And every moment of life on this earth.

**Let us give every sprout a chance
To Breath, To Sing, To Dance

Once a bridal gown met a suit to be worn by dead man,
No one knows how they ended up in the same van.

Did someone set them up
or was it a part of higher purpose or plan?
And people agreed because these two
had to travel together only for a short span.

Anyways, so the bridal gown was obviously shocked and traumatised
and feeling kind of sick looking at the suit,
The suit however had no such problems
as he knew his journey would end with the wearer,
so why sweat or fret?  How astute!

To overcome the uneasiness the bridal gown though
of making fun and mocking the suit as her wearer
would have done had she been in this situation.
She taunted the suit for trying to fake calmness,
laughed at such a short life for he was going to be buried
as soon as he was born, and that he and his kinds
were cursed to eternal damnation.

The suit initially seemed amused
by all that the bridal gown was saying
and refused to take the bait,
He knew there was going to be no outcome
if ever they engage in a debate.

But at some point I guess, he just got bored
and decided that he has had enough,
The bridal gown was now irritating
with baseless talking and prodding
and now the journey was becoming torturous and tough.

So he said very calmly,* “Dear I feel sorry for you,
a long lonely life with very little to do in future,
which you must be aware of or so I hope,
May I ask if you have all the support
you need or else how will you manage and cope?

You are going to have a tough day today
saving yourself from all the wine, grease and food stains
You have to, or else won’t be forgiven by people
who made and wore you, taking so much trouble and pains.

Once you have been worn today,
you will be packed and kept in a trunk or a chest,
And the next time you will be out will be when
your owner’s daughter or someone that close decides to wear you,
that too if you are still in your best.

And god forbid if during this time fashion changes drastically
and you can’t be altered and worn,
Or maybe the tradition of wearing bridal gowns
is completely out and gone!

Plus have you ever thought what if you were not kept properly
after you have been used,
With All the oil, air and insect attack,
you will end up shredded and abused.

Pardon me if I had been too calm or looking a bit recluse,
But it was because I knew, I am going where I came from,
soil will always be my last refuge.

I don’t know if I had a long life how I would have spent it,
But I know my life is short and the choices are,
enjoy every moment or crib and resent it.

Yes you will have a long life and I, a very short one,
but how will it help if in this big life,
all you do is wait for it to end!
Short or big life, wouldn’t it be better
if we all do the maximum we can and cherish all the god send?”*

The bridal gown really hadn’t expected
the funeral suit to reply back and
he just confirmed her worst fears,
She sat stunned and shocked for the rest of the journey,
and tried to quell her tears.

I wish I had something more to tell
but their journey together had come to an end,
The bridal gown was received with a lot of relief and cheer
and in the next stop the suit had a funeral to attend.