Mother Teresa - love immortal
In frail human frame;
Angel of peace and compassion,
Knew no bounds of caste or creed:
With arms outstretched,
Waded through slums forsaken
To help the poor in their humble homes:
Orphans discarded, dying destitutes,          
Deserted cripples and lepers deformed,
Found in her a ministering angel
Whose gentle touch revived hope;
Brought solace and joy.  
Unmindful of praise or blame,
To serve the poor was her only aim,
And never did she crave for wealth or fame.
Like St.Francis of Assisi, she prayed -
" Lord, make me an instrument of Thy peace,
" Where there is hatred, let me sow love,
" Where there is injury, pardon,
" Where there is doubt, faith,
" Where there is despair, hope......."
Life inspiring, a splendid saga
Of selfless service and sacrifice.
For ever she lives in the loving hearts
Of those who strive to rid the world
Of sorrow, misery and distress.
           **     M.G.Narasimha Murthy
Hyderabad, India.    mgnmurthy4@gmail

You are fifteen the first time someone says your name like it is made of electricity. He is made of sunlight, the kind that you wake up feeling on your skin and the kind of voice you still hear ringing like your favorite song in your head even after you hang up the phone.
You love him simply because he is real.
When you talk to him, you no longer feel compelled to think with your brain. Rather, it is the monotonous thump within the cavern walls of your chest that does the thinking for you.
When he says your name like a contagion he is desperate to catch, it skips. The spaces between the beats become less and less defines, both snare drum hearts pounding in unison for each other. Nothing else exists except for him and those hypnotic eyes, like footprints he leaves behind on the surface of your soul.
Your lips meet under the luminescence of the Big Dipper above, beneath the radiance of the same stars you used to curse before you met him. You recall the moment you had given up at the irrational idea of love, shaking your fists at God, screaming questions that only time could possibly answer. The days when the only thing reverberating against your lips was a collection of absence and everything left unsaid. But those days are over, and now he looks at you- gazes into your eyes like had found what he had spent seventeen years unknowingly searching for.
You can't help a smile from blossoming across your face because your heart, though it thinks, over analyzes, now it understands. He is your serendipity, a piece of heaven revealed to you at the least expected time. When all you wanted to do was destroy your fragile skin with the remnants of what could have been, he became your guardian angel. One that pulled you from the wrath and toil of your deepest afflictions and whispered, “You are safe. You are home.”

I am an angel,
So soft yet stong,
Ready to meet my Savior,
For so very long.  

I am an angel,
Ready to go home,  
Wanting to get off this world,
Away from the pain that still grows.

I am an angel so kind and sweet,
When I meet my Savior,
Right at his feet,
I will bow on my knees.

I am an angel,
So very true,
The marks I bare,
Tells my pain all too well.

All angels mark,
Because they want to go home,
Away from the earth,
Away from pain,  and hurt.

There are many angels,
Alot on the earth,
With the same marks,
The same pain, the same hurt.

We all are ready,
To go back to home,
So we get rid of the pain,
Heartbreak, and sorrow.

When you see a marked wrist,
Or hear the word,
Don't laugh at us,
Don't mock or curse.

We have enough pain,
As you can already tell,
Just let us be,
Let us be free..

I say goodnight to the moon and goodnight to each star,
and goodnight my angel though from me she's so far.
I hope she's slept soundly, each night since she fell,
my every night is so perfect, for in my dreams she does dwell.
But not in my waking, for she's found happiness elsewhere,
yet I really do hope she still know's that I care.
I hope tomorrow treats her, to all the good that can be,
and in her dreams she does smile, so happy, and free.

An Angel of Life,
Walks through the night
Bladed weapon and an offer
To leave it all behind

She came to me....
She came for me....

She looked into my eyes,
It was no surprise
That they were wide with fear
Coz' I didn't wanna die

She spoke to me....
She talked to me...

"Honestly who would care,
If you died?
You've got an inner demon
And he feasts on your insides"

She showed me....
She handed me....

Her bladed weapon,
A rather sharp knife
I was to draw it across my throat
And let my throat bleed out my life

She tempted me....
She tempted me....

I switched my grip,
And threw it away
"Maybe some day I'll die
But that day isn't today"

She looked at me....
And I realized...

She was testing me,
Tempting me,
To give up
My right to breathe

She was testing me,
Tempting me....

She was testing me,
Tempting me,
To give up
My right to breathe

Toying with me....
Playing with me....

She looked into my eyes,
And faded away
I know another day that
I will speak with her again

She freed me,
Released me.....
Sweet victory...
She tested me.....

An Angel of Life,
Walks through the night,
Bladed weapon and an offer
To leave it all behind

She tempted me....
Tested me....