That thing called...

There is this box
loaded with this 'thing'
i wouldnt sell whatsoever
even if hundred rupees it could bring!
I fight about it with my brothers,
and I never share it with others
filled with walnuts and cashew
for it many great fight ensue.
Mum is away at office and
the box seems to beckon
Come take the knife
and slice!
This time the knife makes a little cracky noise...
A whole slice this time,
into the mouth.
Oh the icing on top
and the icing in the middle
ohhhhhh oooo mmmmmm.
But now I can't stop myself
I cant stop the knife
I've got this great big chunk
and I'm cramming it in
what a greedy pig
but it's so nice!!!

And its hope...

Do you know what hope is?It's magic and it's free.It's not in a prescription. It's not in an IV. It punctuates our laughter.It sparkles in our tears. It simmers under sorrows.It dissipates our fears. Do you know what hope is?It's reaching past today. It's dreaming of tomorrow.....

It's trying a new way. It's pushing past impossible. It's pounding on the door. It's questioning the answer.It's always seeking more. It's rumours of a break.It's whispers of a cure. A roller coaster ride.Of remedies, unsure. Do you know what hope is? It's candy for the soul. It's perfume for the spirit. To share it makes you whole. Take my hand...come...Let's share this hope...together...



"I remember, wasn’t so long ago
We had a one room shack and the livin’ was low
And my mama by herself raised me and my bro
Wasn’t easy, but we did it with the little that go
Worked hard while the suckers cool every day
And kept her eyes on the stars when the skies were gray
Gave us pride to survive, really showed us the way
Now I really understood what she was tryin’ to say
She said, son there’ll be times when the tides are high
And the boat may be rocky, you can cry
Just never give up
You can never give up,
uh-uh
In this life you could lead if you only believe
And in order to achieve what you need
You can never give up
You can never give up
And this hope
That keep me holding on
On and on
And this hope
That makes me carry on
On and on"

Gathering Life

I gather darkness from duskI gather light from dawnI gather the colour of autumn leavesI gather the vastness of the hillsI gather the depth of the seasIt is life, I gather in my stride…I gather the last rays of the setting sun I gather the first drops of the monsoon rainsI gather laughter as it tumbles down from lipsI gather teardrops from the corners of eyesI gather messages from friends long-partedI gather memories from the dear departedIt is life, I gather in my thoughts…

I gather voices from childhoodI gather sighs from youthI gather multitude from the rainbowI gather dewdrops from the flowersI gather dreams from the web of sleepI gather meanings from silencesI gather sanctity from prayerIt is life, I gather in my self…I gather wisdom from deathI gather glory from birthI gather hope from joysI gather strength from sorrowI gather the songs of the birdsI gather the smiles of the GodsI gather time that beats upon my heartI gather promises from a life to comeIt is life, I gather in my words…

Gone With The Wind

The Window



It seems like yesterday, that you were standing right outside my window calling out my name. “I’ll be right there!” I yelled back. ‘– …I’ll be right there…- ‘ those words will always haunt me. Was I always there for you? I’d never really know…I splash water on my face to break from this frozen trance. Its hopeless…No matter how hard I try, I can never really let go of you.

“Hey Kiddo!” I look up and there you are! Looking down at me with laughter in your sparkling brown eyes. I was always ‘kiddo’ for you; -Just one of the guys- as you liked to put it. But every moment of our friendship, I found myself falling all over in love with you.

So often I have restrained myself from drowning in those beautiful brown eyes.When it came to you, other guys didn’t sum up much. They never did. I was always looking for some one just like you, and no guy was good enough. You were my rock all through my teens. Almost like a supportive elder brother, all through my ups and downs.

So patient and such a good listener! A smile dawns up on my face (funny! I’d never thought you could smile and cry at the same time) when I remember telling you about my dream to become an engine driver as a kid, and you had replied a bus conductor was a better option. The way you used to snatch my heavy books and bags away leaving me agitated...I realise now, you didn't like seeing me carrying heavy things.

All those pranks we played, all those starry nights we gazed. There are so many memories that I’d want to relive and some others I wished had never happened.I wish I were there for you my friend! I wish I could take away all your pain. And gently tuck you in bed when you were so drowsy from all those medications. Just like you used to when I got hurt.

So many horrible tubes stuck onto your beautiful body…“HELLO!!!???? Anybody home????” you yell from outside “ Get moving! You lazy bum! Or we’re going to miss the Bus again today.”

Your voice breaks my train of thoughts. I smile and lean out of the window to reply that –I’ll be right there. And my eyes fall on the empty lawn below…