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.

The sunset sky dazzling with the golden hues,
Taking bow in brilliant sparkle of experience
Is it not a ******, of the story so far, that was today?
Or is it building anticipation of the night yet to come.
Watch the days go, some proud of their accomplishments
Some leaving sighs of disappointments,
Leaving all in awe of its Amaranthine twists and turns
And the fortunate get to see the moon trying to steal the show from setting sun,
Oh she is such a show off, isn’t she, basking in reflected glory
Its magical, the sunset sky, Puzzling, sometimes just like a riddle,
Leaving the nature stunned and amazed
For it has been filling the canvas whole day with colours
And now the sunset threatens to hide them all
And in dark all the colours will be same
A cue for the wise.
Sunset sky has so much to offer,
is she not a fine example of how uncertain a life can be
Often reminding no matter what you planned,
there will be some unexpected returns
For End has its own brain, its own script
Charting its own course
So why just the beginning, every moment of the life should be grand,
meted with equal passion and fervor
She has been so clever; the sunset sky
Leaving Twinkling cryptic messages for the night sky
For even the dark has sparkle and hope if you keep your head up,
A constant reminder that exuberance is an attitude of deep, rich, warm hearts

**I want my sunset sky to be grand,
magical, and full of stories of my life that has been
And its memories to linger on in this world,
in the tomorrow and a few more years to come

A fly in his
Short life
Grew up, fell in love
And found a good wife

Flying, buzzing around
Flaunting their six legs
Proud parents of
250 eggs

Theirs was a life
You would think so
But wait till you listen
To their unending woes

All the fuss
About their buzz
Their lifestyle
Declared vile

And if that was not enough
To make their life tough
They were even called self-invited bore
And were detested therefore

And every time they tried
To go near a batter
They were stalked
By humans with a swatter!

Where ever they went
People were so curt
But I guess that happens when you
Live in so much dirt…

When asked about the recent death of a poor farmer, the minister frowned
He had just returned from a trip abroad and he didn’t like this sound

“I think it is politically motivated”, said the minister
“I smell conspiracy, this looks suspiciously sinister

Our state has been suffering from drought and I wanted to bring in some cheer
That’s the reason I went abroad to find out about some good kind of beer.”

The journalist was confused and asked how could alcohol help in drought, in its absence no one ever died
“That’s what you think”, said the minister, “no one has died so far because it has been cheap, and well supplied,

And moreover, his reason of death is still unknown
Let the autopsy report come then we will discuss”, minister added with a groan

“Sir he died of hunger”, said someone in the room
“What! How dare he, wasn’t he a farmer?” said the minister bursting with fume

“But sir”, said a journalist, “he didn’t have anything to eat,
And he also had a big family to feed,

When he could not control hunger any more he drank a lot alcohol and ate some wild grass
He fell sick but could not be taken to the hospital in time due to VIP movement and road blockage on the orders of top brass”

The surprised minister replied, “See I told you alcohol is cheaper than medicine and food but why would someone eat grass with alcohol, how silly is that
And he was not only a bad farmer but it was animal food he was eating, he was nothing but a rat

And if you had a choice tell me whom would you save
A VIP who was going to inaugurate a shop or a farmer so eager to dig his own grave”

How profound said someone sarcastically
“What do you mean by found I was never lost”, said the minister quite dramatically

Someone-“No sir I said profound”
Minister-“That’s what I am asking I was never lost to be found”

“No sir” said the minister’s aide, “if you consult thesaurus…”
“Why should I”, interrupted minister, “I don’t know anyone named thesaurus”

Minister’s aide-“No sir according to thesaurus …”
Minister- “I don’t care what Mr Thesaurus says”
Minister’s aide asked everyone to take a break and took him to a room and said, “Sir, Thesaurus is a dictionary”

Minister-“Oh so now they operate under this name and playing their ***** games”
Minister’s Aide- “Who sir, who plays ***** games?”
Minister- “The dictionaries working with these poor people and helping them some education, health and god knows what”

Minister’s aide- “Sir they are not dictionaries they are missionaries”
Minister- “Its same, missionaries are dictionaries headed by thesaurus to sabotage out government,
Soon I will set up a committee to investigate their work and movement,

But before all this, that dead farmer will be punished for stealing animal food; call PETA, it’s a case of animal cruelty,
And for that his family will have to pay a heavy penalty.”

Minister’s Aide- “But sir they don’t have anything they really are poor”
Minister- “Why what about the land they have, seize it and teach lesson to others that’s the only cure”

Minister’s aide- “ Sir we can’t call the PETA members, the black bucks you killed last month has already caused lot of uproar”
Minister- “what! You mean to say that a prominent member of society like me can’t even hunt for some deer’s and tigers, what’s next, wild boars?”

Minister’s Aide-“Please sir it will only bring in bad press, What if we provide them some seed and money to start farming?
Minister-“Well that can be arranged but the way these poor farmers are dying is quite alarming,
First I need to find someone who can be blamed for this death,
You are right Elections are near I can’t afford to lose the people’s faith.”

Ministers aide- “Sir let us leave the family and blame the one who is gone”
“You mean the dead farmer, asked the Minister, “explain how that will be done.”

Minister’s aide- Sir let’s put the entire blame on him that he didn’t wait for monsoon and left his family in dire state
And to top it up he tried to bring bad name to the party even after his death

We provided seed and power at a very minimal cost
That he could not get it timely was not our fault”

The whole controversy died and the minister was applauded when he compensated the farmer’s family with money, land and seeds
And in return the farmer’s family took back the case supported ministers claim that the culprit was farmer and his greed.

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.

I now present to you the talk of the town Mr Page
He looks are deceptive; please don't be fooled by his age
He lives alone in a house near to his office in front of a park
He has far too many enemies for he is a loan shark

Before I tell you more let me put a disclaimer
Now days anyone can sue you, even a lamer
So if there is any resemblance with anyone dead or alive
It’s a mere coincidence, have checked all archive

Mr Page as you read this, is now in a court
Facing a trial bravely and holding on to his fort
Lawyer asked him if he would promise not to lie
Mr Page told, truth it shall be, till he would die

Not only was he a loan shark whose guts every one hated
He spoke in rhymes, even when he debated
All he did was to threaten people all the time
He made them sound ridiculous adding punches and rhymes

When the lawyer asked, 'Mr Page can you show us how you rhyme.'
He replied, ' No sir this is neither the place nor the time.'
'Besides I am not carrying any dictionary or copy of rhyme zone'
'Watch what you say Mr Page' said the lawyer, 'I don’t like your tone'.

'Order order', said the judge, 'I don’t want any rhyming in my court.'
'I can see my lawyers have started rhyming too', he added with a snort
'Do you see Mr page what a bad precedence you have set'?
'Why my lord how could I corrupt the court, ' said Mr Page, ' we have just met'

'There you go, rhyming again even when I told not to'
'Sir why are you so against rhyming I have absolutely no clue'
'Mr Page, please stop.'
'Sorry sir I will try to drop.'
'Mr Page I warn you.'
'I am trying, I am trying, and it’s hard! Phew'
'A phew! Did you have to add that'?
'Sir please, it’s all part of a chat'
'Mr Page you are not helping'
'Please my lord, stop yelping'
'What! How dare you! Handcuff him and put him in jail,
No books, No net, No friends and No bail.'

So you see this how Mr Page landed up in prison
And for what, rhyming, which was certainly no treason
Funny laws, funny punishments, this certainly was a funny case
But the people were happy as long as they didn’t see Mr Page's face.

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…….

Grandmother’s chest in the attic,
Waiting for someone to come near her
Ears strained to hear the known footsteps
Vision blurred with cobwebs, but her spirit is not
May be there is something for you in there may be not,
But how will you know if you don’t reach out to it?

A quilt and some handkerchiefs
A world of soft cotton and lace
Hope and warmth embroidered in each one
May be you will find solace in them may be not
But how will you know if you don’t embrace them?

Some old wrinkled and some neatly packed clothes
They have more deals and tales
Than any book or shop
The soothing whiff of love, comforting whispers
Maybe you will find them enlightening may be not
But how will you know if you don’t let them express?

At the corner of the chest are some old memories
Some letters gone yellow; some brown
Some old pictures; of a naughty little ******* a swing
Of a free spirited woman before and after her marriage
Oh! the beautiful carefree past and their echoes
Maybe you will find some mantra in them maybe not
But how will you know if you don’t ask?


Hope, love, warmth, inspiration and some surprises in store
The old neglected chest can be full all this and more
An old set of dentures desperate to share her story
An old eye glass full of wisdom
This may be your lucky day may be not
You may find something valuable, may be not
But how will you know....

Dear mirror on the wall,
It's with a heavy heart
I today write you this letter,
I would have stalled this if I had any hope
That, things would get better.

I still remember the day I bought you here,
You were sparkling and just fine.
Of course I would have loved to have a little more
But I thought you would improve like wine.

Sadly though that was not to be and
You had nothing more to offer.
Not that you made any false promises but I thought
I can persuade you, being a good goffer

Agreed age has not being on my side and
Times have been cruel too,
But to show me in bad light, all fat and wrinkled
Is that what partners do?

They say we are as old as
Our partners make us feel,
And all you have done is to highlight my flaws
Rather than conceal.

So I am switching to a new sparkling mirror
Which has some amazing additional features?
This new one makes automatic changes
And doesn't nag me, you know how much I hate preachers.

We have been together for years now
Do not think I will leave you all alone,
I have found some new homes ready to take you in
Will give you details, over the phone.

And call me sensitive and emotional
I could not bring myself to see your sad face,
I will however wish you the best and hope
All legal matters be resolved at a fast pace.

Thanking you
Yours....
Mr Knight in shining armour

**P.S- Please sign the papers attached and send it to me by tomorrow,
There is no need to prolong this matter for it will only bring more sorrow.

The day I was born
much before that
my death was scripted.
with the ink of that moment
my spark was bathed
And with death in my destiny
and all the experience gained
I was born one day

                                         one look at life
                                         and  I forgot all that I brought
                                       I will now not know till that moment
                                       how close I am to my death today

if I could ask my soul
I would, of my death,
and she may even  tell me
when and where
but it would be then
defeat of the purpose of life
And strain the love
life and death share

                                       so till that day when I no longer breathe
                                       I shall breathe and dream of life
                                       and wonder if we can ever cheat death.

Hey kid let’s do something different
Let’s save a library
What do you think?
Will you like to Go and
Spend some time there?

Books love kids, did you know that?
And the kids who read all kinds of books
Are loved the most

And the kids who share stories with their friends
And take them to library are rewarded the most

For nothing absolutely nothing
Can replace a book

Have you ever smelled a book?
Which one smells better,
a new book or an old book?

Did you know that if you keep your favourite book,
Near your pillow at the night
All those who live in the books come alive,
Just to guard you and protect you!

Books are portals to magical world
They can sing, they can dance, and even talk to us,
But to see all that you really really really
have to believe in magic.

No computer  or Television can bring a book down
For a book has a much stronger crown

A library is a garden of books
And only our love for books can save it from the doom
And who knows in which shelf of the library
You will meet that magical book,
That will tell you all about,
The king and his men and
their battle against the giant spiders

And the fairies who fought
With demons and saved the child

And the evil witch with her cauldron full of spells
Bubble trouble bubble double and boom!

And the mountain rock and the mile stone
And why they could never be friends

And have you not heard of the story of Cinderella,
Do you know she loves kids who read about her in books!

And the story of an elephant and a monkey
And a snake who became the best of friends
This goes to prove any one can be your friend
If you really want them to be
And welcome them with open arms

And the pirates of the red sea
Who found a big treasure trove in a faraway land?
And they had to fight with the big snake with a dozen heads

(HEY WHO DO YOU THINK IS A DOZEN?
ELEVENS ELDER SISTER, OR FOUR’S DISTANT COUSIN?)

But the pirates could not take it with them
As the sea was rough,
Hidden under a tree is the map to that island
And if you plant enough trees
One day they will tell you where

And of course who doesn’t know the story of the horse
that ran so fast that he revolved around the sun in just 260 days!
How much time do you think the earth takes?

And do you know what the little pony said when he coughed
Did he say he was a little horse or hoarse?

But before you go to the book of knowledge section
Check your hands
They really do not want anyone to touch them
With hands full of germs
But then every book loves clean hand
I know so because once poodle doodle noodle doo
Scolded me for eating while reading them


And do you know in the last shelf somewhere is a very dangerous book
Do not open or read it without help of the wise
In it lives a demon in an angels disguise
I forgot the name but you can go there ask
For the books on demons (in a hush hush tone)
For you never know how many of the demons spies
Are in the books around


**Do you not hear the books from the libraries calling you?
They want to be your friend,
Will you?

Long long ago                     
In a faraway land
Lived a frog named
Mr. Stikitung Grand

Near a meander
In his little mud house
In rain you could hear him Croak,
Looking for a spouse

Rains came and went
But he never got a single mate
He tried every trick a frog could
Still no one fell for his bait

He would keep
Harnessing his vocals
Polishing his webbed digits and
Perfecting his focal

While his efforts were appreciated
And some found it cute
The girls still went out
With the true frogs, the slimy smooth

With Mr. Grand being so different
All warts and moles
Others wondered how
He would ever father tadpoles

Mr. Grand with his huge eyes
And big mouth could do very little
All these hurdles made Him
Too depressed and shittle

While there were uncertainties
Looming large on his life
Fellow amphibians were betting
On his chances of getting a wife

For termites said the caecilians
Calling others to join the hoot
For worms said salamander and
For cricket said the newt.

On the fateful day Mr. Grand got fed up
And was waiting to call it a night
When he heard a hiss
Loud enough to give him a fright

Hello said the snake why are you
In such a spiritual gloom
Come let us find out someone
Who can help you groom

Frog was surprised at snake’s kindness
And overwhelmed at his warmth
While his kinds were busy ridiculing him
Snakes words soothed him like a balm

At first he was cautious and
Kept a safe distance from the snake
But the snake kept saying he was hurt
That Mr. Grand still took his efforts as fake

I have nothing to lose thought Mr. Grand
And reached out for the help
Yum thought the snake and gulped Mr. Grand
Before he could think or yelp

Salamanders, newts, all of his fellow beings
Saw this but not a single tear was shed
Guess this comes with living a life
So cold blooded

There was a crocodile, who saw it all
Hidden behind a pier
Some say he was the only one who
Did shed some tears.

I am fire i am ice
lil sugar more spice
few virtues few vice
in your want in your need
for your soul for your greed
But i am every thing you are not yet ready for

I am black i am  white
i may kiss i may bite
screaming days squealing night
in your want in your need
for your soul for your greed
but i am every thing you are not yet ready for

I am drought i am rain
all the pleasures and some pain
make you smile drive you insane
in your want in your need
for your soul for your greed
but i am everything you are not yet ready for

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.

Daddy Longlegs was sitting on his net and browsing through his past
He wanted to do something which would make him big pretty fast

He looked around and saw a fly buzzing around
Suddenly his brain was shaken by ideas abound

Hi said Daddy longlegs, it’s nice to see you miss fly
Do come to my web and give it a try

I am well aware of my ill reputation
That is why am sending you an open invitation

Bring in media if you still have some doubts
I hope it will douse your fears if you have them as scouts

Hesitant at first the fly still agreed to meet
She never knew a spider can be so generous and sweet

Fly was warned of spider’s ill intentions and of the agendas hidden
But isn’t there a charm in exploring the forbidden!

I will bring in some reporters said the confident fly
That should take care of the spider’s greed and make him shy

In front of a huge crowd fly stepped in on the web
Daddy longlegs grabbed the fly before she could ebb

Crunch munch he ate the fly in front of the crowd so huge
People were shocked but still stood like a stooge

Daddy longlegs was arrested later and sent to a jail
Where he wrote a book on life in prison and law being frail

The book generated lot of interest and became a best seller
It got lot of publicity as it was written by a spider so Heller

Daddy got pardoned as fly knowing all willingly fell in his trap
Hence it was declared a suicide and the case against him was scrapped

I guess dark is alluring as Daddy’s website has become quite a hit
But there are people who throng the site just for the silken threads and their steely grit.

I got up in the morning, oh! What a gloomy day
Nothing to look forward to, just more bad news pouring my way
Yesterday I was officially declared bankrupt
With no money, future looking bleak, don’t be surprised if my talk seems a little abrupt
People are calling trying to reach me, most to vent their anger and some to give me hope
Lot of pent up frustrations, this feeling of absolute failure, how will I cope?

I want to end my life…..

(No wait I won’t end my life, not like this, not without giving a fight and making sure there was never any hope
If there was my loved one in my place, would I have taken a step back and let him lose this battle and reach for the fire, track or rope?
No I would have helped him; given him hope, told him to pick up whatever is left start fresh
Told him in spite all the humiliations and taunts, that promising tomorrow will come and not to give up on something so precious
Asked him what he would like to be remembered as –a man who gave up too soon
Or someone who bounced back every time life threw him down, for he was a fighter not a loon)


I had the worst possible night of my life; I was coming back from a club
Some perverts attacked me and robbed me of everything and let me to die in a dense shrub
Some people took me to the hospital
Where I was told how lucky I was, to not have injuries too fatal,
The police asked me to describe in detail the entire ordeal
While my body will recuperate, my soul will never get over this; don’t think it will ever heal
Some people are enraged over what happened to me, some are trying to give me hope
But I just want to be alone, can’t bear this crowd, If only I could elope

I want to end my life…..

(No wait I won’t end my life, not like this, not without giving a fight and making sure there was never any hope
If there was my loved one in my place would I have taken a step back and let her lose this battle and reach for the fire, track or rope?
No I would have helped her; given her hope told her to start fresh
Told her that what the perverts did was to rob her of material beings and hurt her flesh
And for that pain and hurt she will have to stand up against them and speak out
But if she chooses to end her life today she will be the one to let down and leave her soul in a spiritual drought
I would have reminded her of all her dreams, aspirations and goals and the fights so far
There was no way one bad incident was going to ruin her promising life and leave a permanent scar)

I am waiting for the news eagerly; my exams results are going to be out
I have not done so well, and I don’t think I will flunk but I do have my doubts
Please god let me be the first one to see my results before anyone else can
I don’t want to be scolded or chided in front of the entire clan
Oh no, I don’t like the look on my father’s face I think I have failed, again
I will be scolded, mocked, ridiculed, oh god spare me the pain
No one ever understood me; my problems were never of their concern
All their wishes were to be my command with no respect to what I wanted to learn

I want to end my life…..

(No wait I won’t end my life, not like this, not without giving a fight and make sure there was never any hope
If there was my loved one in my place would I have taken a step back and let him lose this battle and reach for the fire, track or rope?
No if it had been my younger brother or sister I would have told them to try again
And this time to fight with all they had, focus on their goals and not bother about the inane
And if they wanted to be taken seriously I would tell them to prove themselves with their hard work and abilities
If they were feeling ignored or not being listened to, I would suggest they speak out and learn to share responsibilities)

As long as there is life there will be thorns and roses,
You may Rise and fall, have profits and loses
What you do with your life will always be in your hand
One life so precious, learn, absorb all that you can and let your skill expand
So what if there were hardships, so what if you met too many obstacles?
Yes you have been hurt and cheated but don’t let it touch your spirit; don’t let them be your shackles.
Every time you have been wronged, every time someone violates your rights
That is when you need to pull yourself, be just and brace yourself for the fights
Every time you have failed to achieve what you set out to, or caused a huge loss
Remember you are not the only one hurt, pick up and start and work for the cause

*STAND UP, SPEAK OUT, FIGHT WITH ALL YOU HAVE, HANG ON AND BE BRAVE
GET ALL THE HELP YOU CAN, WORK HARD AND START A NEW INSPIRING WAVE

lying on a beach soaking up the sun
and travelling between my future and my past
I think I spend too much time
Fighting the long gone years
cursing all those who hurt me
nursing soul scars
the sad bitter moments of my past taught me a lot
but I think I am ready
and all those moments need  a proper burial

often on a road lost in my thoughts
I stumble upon some pebbles from way back
gather them and ponder over them for hours
not gaining from them anymore
but still just brooding over the never dying past
how will it go
oh how will it if i don’t let it leave
I think i am ready now
and all those moments need a proper burial


I will find a place and howl them out
vent those unhappy smokes
wash my soul, clear my heart
create space for new thoughts
forgiving and forgetting is not going to be easy
but I will have to learn to move on with what ever I have had
today I am sure
today I am ready
and all those moments will be given a proper burial

I could have been this and I could been have that,
But there were too many hurdles and the plans fell flat.

I could have been like her, a very big star,
But my bad luck, opportunities were few and far.

I had the grace; I could have been a dancer,
But there were too many objections with no solutions or answers.

I had a sweet voice; I could have been a singer,
But I was sole earner of family, and it sponged me dry like a wringer.

I played so well with colours, I could have been a painter,
But the paints were costly and with no one to guide, dreams became fainter.

I had skills; I could have been anything I wanted,
All I needed was a spirit which would have saved me from being daunted.

Is it too late to start again?
Pick up the brush or the pen and let my dreams be my swain?

Just let go of all resentments and start!
And not let the past tear my present and future apart!

It has been so tiring, carrying disappointments and resentments for so long,
Let me start fresh as if I was born today, fire the passion and let it grow strong.

Yes, that's what I will do, I owe it to myself and this god gifted life,
I will not cry over what I didn't get, instead use gift and opportunities which today are rife.

Yes, that’s the way to go;
I will give my best shot to my dreams
and what I always wanted to be,
For if the world ends tomorrow
I will be contented and proud
to have taken that dip
and rescued me.

The king and the queen

And a few bleeding pawns

Fractured souls and bodies

The victors and the defeaters

Standing all alone

Wails deafening the cheers

Oh the game of chess

When played by Rooks*

What a mess.

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

Just when I thought monsoons have finally arrived
To soak my parched soul with hope and love
It was all gone with the wind
Oh she is such a tease, the cloud
All her dark promises of heaven
All her soothing whispers
All the anticipation of thirst quenching showers
All blown away at the first caress of breeze
While the breeze and the cloud sway to the music
And flash their passion so candidly
I am left to sweat it out all alone
In my hot and humid shack
And While I thank God for all the free sauna
It wouldn’t hurt to have an occasional mud pack.

Indifferent, Intolerant, greedy humans,
Suffocating this beautiful world
She has been abused for so long
Crying rivers, moaning forests,
Drooping shoulders of mountains
Do you not hear their silent screams, they are deafening
Days and nights filled with pain and agony
Animals caged, hunted, decorated on wall
Is that what you do to everything you love?
The swirls of butterflies, the hymns of nature almost gone,
It is a world haunted by their existence that was
Global warming, tsunamis, earthquakes
Are you not scared of the nature’s wrath?
She wants to feel safe again
Refuge from this long ongoing slaughter
She has been leaving cues and requests
For the wise to see and act
She misses the joys of rain; she wants her spring back,
And she wants Inspiration, love and humour
Humility, harmony, playgrounds
She wants the chirping of birds
And the chase and play of wildlife in their
Homes, the forests….
She wants some free verses and rhymes in her rivers and streams
She wants Proses and poetries to heal the cracks on earth
Some tall tales and lots of songs on the trees
She wants people to fill her ravaged canvases with beautiful greens
She needs us,
You and me in unison with Nature

There is a room in my house
a very special room
with a big window
it lets in fresh air
and filters the junk
not for myopic thoughts
but the window is kind and some say
they too have seen some sparkles
the window has a view to die for
a beautiful sunlit sky
cool breeze of contentment
fresh blossoming thoughts
and each colour of rainbow
spreading messages of love and harmony
the woods and her allies
are such great pals
invite me to every single birth
leaving me humbled every time
for I realise how small
yet important each entity is
the greens, the browns
I know them all by name
and the winged soul uncaged
floats in this world
I never ask for more
I never settle for less
I guess all my dreams
They taught me well…

Yes, there are angels in the net,
I can prove it and I am ready to bet.

They send me mails every day offering me money,
From Nigeria to London, all set to make my days sunny.

All they want from me is to open an account and deposit few thousand bucks,
And all this at an assurance, that I will have millions in my hands, what a luck!

People jealous of me say, whole thing is a lie and a scam,
And that I should mark them and put them in a spam.

There is no way I am going to pay heed and put these offers in trash,
Am not going to ignore, in the fear that my computer can be hacked or it will crash.

Why will Mrs Langers, whose dying husband left me a lot of money, lie?
And the Sheikh! , who sees a lot of potential in me, is all from Dubai.

An online lottery just declared I won millions without buying the ticket,
I deserve all the money of his kingdom, says Mr.Fickett.

This is it I will deposit all the money I have in their account right now,
And since I will be rich pretty soon, I am naming this, as Project Cash Cow.

Often has been said that our body is a temple
That a real devout would keep it clean in and out
And save it from spiritual drought.
Are we religious enough?

That is my only doubt.

To meet Bickchaak boo, the scariest ghost ever
You have to be a ghost fanatic and extremely clever

For ghosts don’t like to be seen with fools
Who keep calm and never lose their cool

See all the horror movies as soon as you can
A ghost shows himself only to his true fans

You have to own a manor creepy enough for a ghost
Better, if the house is near a lighthouse on some coast

There is something about a light house that a ghost loves
And be careful not to have around garlic cloves

You have to have a backyard very dark
For these are the places where ghostly spirits lark

Every creaky sound you have to follow
Even if it leads you to the spooky gallows

Make a lot of noise at even the smallest possible sound
Or how else will the ghost know that you are around!

Always run through the wild towards a graveyard
And once you reach there always walk backwards

Last but not the least is the most important part
Once you understand this you are all set to start

**Ghosts don’t advertise, if you don’t believe they are not there
But to not have faith and still ask for favours is not considered fair.

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

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Yes, there are angels in the net,
I can prove it and I am ready to bet.

They send me mails every day offering me money,
From Nigeria to London, all set to make my days sunny.

All they want from me is to open an account and deposit few thousand bucks,
And all this at an assurance, that I will have millions in my hands, what a luck!

People jealous of me say, whole thing is a lie and a scam,
And that I should mark them and put them in a spam.

There is no way I am going to pay heed and put these offers in trash,
Am not going to ignore, in the fear that my computer can be hacked or it will crash.

Why will Mrs Langers, whose dying husband left me a lot of money, lie?
And the Sheikh! who sees a lot of potential in me, is all from Dubai.

An online lottery just declared I won millions without buying the ticket,
I deserve all the money of his kingdom, says Mr.Fickett.

This is it I will deposit all the money I have in their account right now,
And since I will be rich pretty soon, I am naming this, as Project Cash Cow.

A river
a beautiful mirror
once a free spirited clear sparkle
now a stagnant green and blue
gullible and naive she was
smiling warmth back at every leer
and sheltering all
the odds and evens
abused and left
look at her lust for life
for she still hopes for some
footsteps of love and care
to kiss life in her
and resurrect her dreams
the torn body still with
a soul alive
oh how hard she tried
to keep her wounds hidden
from the smirking eyes
but sometimes even the pride refuses
to hide the pain any more
And the breeze
she never makes any promises
she can't be customised
spreads tranquility and stench with equal
fervor
some old 'loyal' followers
still talk about her
often reminiscing the beauty she was
but then there are the things as should and could
often overpowering the done
Hope the sun shines before
she closes her eyes

I could have been this and I could been have that,
But there were too many hurdles and the plans fell flat.

I could have been like her, a very big star,
But my bad luck, opportunities were few and far.

I had the grace; I could have been a dancer,
But there were too many objections with no solutions or answers.

I had a sweet voice; I could have been a singer,
But I was sole earner of family, and it sponged me dry like a wringer.

I played so well with colours, I could have been a painter,
But the paints were costly and with no one to guide, dreams became fainter.

I had skills; I could have been anything I wanted,
All I needed was a spirit which would have saved me from being daunted.

Is it too late to start again?
Pick up the brush or the pen and let my dreams be my swain?

Just let go of all resentments and start!
And not let the past tear my present and future apart!

It has been so tiring, carrying disappointments and resentments for so long,
Let me start fresh as if I was born today, fire the passion and let it grow strong.

Yes, that's what I will do, I owe it to myself and this god gifted life,
I will not cry over what I didn't get, instead use gift and opportunities which today are rife.

Yes, that’s the way to go; I will give my best shot to my dreams and what I always wanted to be,
For if the world ends tomorrow I will be contented and proud to have taken that dip and rescued me.

A rose for The Rose
For being so prominent in poetry and prose
For no other flower has adorned with so much zest
Lover’s  tresses or a Martyr’s wreath
For a single flower to epitomize love and hate
Cherished From classic to modern, blessed by choice and fate
For all the romance and all the tragedies it has seen
In the tears of pathos and in the pearls of glee
For the petals and thorns and the richness of their harmony
To be in ease with its beauty calling for awe and envy
For the delicate vulnerability of petals and strong character of thorn
To be everywhere and yet so exclusive, has there ever been a human such born?

As I take a sip of the fresh brew
Its aroma hits my senses
What is it about a hot cuppa?
That relaxes you and shakes your grey cells,  
Both at the same time
And I look at the warmth of the cup and wonder
This tea certainly has a strong character
And a sweet soul
Will I be able to do justice to it?
Will I be able to utilize its strength to the fullest?
Will its sweetness keep my bitter memories at bay?
Have I been fair to it so far?
What if in the last few sips it loses its taste,
Becomes bland and cold?
Will it be the teas fault or mine?
For I let it sit idle, same age old mistake of not jiving with time
There were other invites, full of warmth and promises
And I chose this one
It demands certain pace and respect for the all things hot
When I finish, will the cup be clean and empty, may be a small drop left
Or will the cream of what I could have had be in the cup still?

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

On the concrete trees,
Blessed are the free
               Painful it must be for the avian souls
               When the breeze is caged
               And its screams go unheard
               When the sunset howls
               For the blue dreams blurred
              When the greens are slaughtered    
              And their sweet songs interred.