let the wound be healed...

do you ever feel that some relations ship makes no sense at all.....however u try to improve it worsens.....how good u try to appear it its more bad....the more you try to prasise about the realtion the person who listens feels more worse...know the reason y.....both are wounded....LET THE WOUND HEAL...the more you try to do anythinf for the wound ..it becomes more mess...ask the cause of the wound....feel the intensity of the wound....realise how important the wound means to both....and clarify all these ...n then "WAIT"....nature will take its course...the wound WILL BE HEALED....later donot talk or discuss anything about the wound...bocoz the wounded had a tough time fighting with self to help it heal...then start talking as if nothing as such happened...life is too short to be lived...njoy the most that you can...

A PRAYERFUL WISH

When young ones are born

And start living a life..

The two strong pillars work hard

with a prayerful wish in mind..

A prayer that we may nourish our new born

In the best way that we can..

And with a hope that our future will be safe…

With our growing child who will soon be a man…

As infants and toddlers begin to speak

And express out their heart…

Parents understand it’s beginning…

And the race to the world is on start…

As pillars grow old and each strand becomes grey…

Young ones flourish and make their own way…

These pillars become weak but still pray each day…

For their young ones to lead the world ahead…

The father’s varicose vein and mothers joined hands…

Always wish for a good position for young one to stand…

When we work hard it’s surely that we can…

With added blessings from mother

And money from hard working man..

On hearing exhausted breath managing to speak…

On hearing crying prayers that roll down the cheeks..

We should understand their feelings and try to be best

As they want and as we can

Beautiful life….but….

As it is early dawn,

I rise with a jerking honk…..

My alarm shows “it`s 6`o clock”..

“oh God! I may be late for work..”

Half eaten breakfast,

Hygiene care in hurry….

Will I loose my train?

Oh! Life is full of worry….

As I heed fast to the railway line….

People I see sleeping still and fine…

Their body snugged in cozy rags….

I wish if same way if could lie…

Reached my detination,I got in my car…

Put my i-pod on and heart goes ding dong…THUD….

Hey can`t u hear the horn??

“Sorry I lost my hearing aid”he said….

His compulsion a hearing aid

Without it he may loose his life…

No compulsion for me but MY ACT..

May pay the price of my life…

I drove with mum…

Towards my work place…

But deep down speaks again and again..

Beautiful life…..but you do not care…

Guilt and anger advances to whirlpool in mind…

No food taste good…no preparations seem fine…

Out do I go to feed the canine…

Ahead stands a toddler with belly pouching out…

Crying for food…not excess but at least a slice…

Anguish and fear play hide and seek…

Trembling hands scribble lines and streaks…

One after two….paper I throw…

A sight I see from my clear glass window…

A child drawing pictures in waste and stones…

I give up! Oh no! Sorry no more can I bear….

I have every pleasure but least do I care….

Oh Lord thank you for the blessings you give…

I will surely treasure and share with those in need….

THE SECRET MESSAGE

The surrounding is darkened…

The climate is cool…

I can feel the drizzle…

I can see the rain…

I can see the marching clouds…

I can hear their roar…

Rapidly they clouden the sky…

I can see the rain…

I can feel the raindrops..

Rolling from my hair to internal fear…

Kissing my broad forehead…

And merging with my tears…

I can sense the terror…

“how could this happen and why?”

“am I cursed or is it fate…”

Now I can feel the rain…

The phone call and the message…

“darling i`m coming home”

Excitedly I cooked delicious food…

Thinking of our year long bond…

Our marriage and our party…

His first sweet loving smile…

His support and his laughter…

The ups and downs of life…

Then a call from healthcare..

“is this wife of mr loral?”

This is to inform his lady…

That her husband is no more…

I couldn`t hear…I couldn`t speak…

I couldn`t faint…I couldn`t weep

Because the life in..the little one…

For whom we waited long…

But what about the secret message…

That I will never be able to convey…

My love,my husband…our child in my womb…

I wish I could say…

But now I confess I love you…

And wanted to come your way..

but for our child…my darling…

for him my life I lay…

WEEPING EYES

Once upon a time, long back ago..

I was happy with my family ,my cousins and more..

Festive season flooded houses with people and sweets…

Blessed was life then….indeed…

There was Joy, there was song..

for everyone to sing along…

All were happy, all were glad…

Today thinking of them makes me sad..

As I sit in midst of half minded people…

They have various stories and legends to recite…

I feel so lonely , deserted..

And completely out of my mind…

Today I`m here for rehab of my mental growth…

Somehow balance slipped off and I became mad or so…

Today people laugh at me and feel shame to confess..

That they do relate to me…I know…

Oh Lord have I commited some sin..

In this life or before?

Why am I suffering from a mental disease?

What did I do? Can I know?

As I have lived,I`ve hurt none..

During my episodes I try to control but cannot..

Those daily sour drugs..those electric shocks…

Mercy….It hurts a lot…

Everyday this time I cry and peep to see..

If someone or cousins have come to meet…

All have abandoned me, not even my own blood turns..

But still hope always and towards the gate I run…

Can you hear me..

I`m in here,

could You come near...

so that i could whisper...

it`s dark in here...

 and i`m in fear...

please come near ...

can you wipe my tear?

My name is FETO....

my new name will come soon...

You will have to wait....

till i come out of her womb.....

I don`t know what they call her....

in whom I am alive...

I think they all call her MOTHER...

I hope i`ll see mine....

It`s very soft in here...

and I can float around....

I hope I don`t  hurt myself...

I hope my body is properly formed....

But she`s not happy...

I think she`s young too.....

I think I`m born in error....

I got in when she played fool.....

Then i could hear about ABORTION...

I don`t know what it means...

sometimes i can feel her loving touch...

but often hear her SCREAMS...

Do you know Mother...i want to live...

I want to open my lung and cry....

I want to share the world with you....

In your hands I want to lie....

I promise to be an obediant child...

to be under your control...

I`ll always love and live for you....

together we`ll grow more...

Am I the cause of sadness?

Mother is it due to me?

Am i causing any harm to you?

You could destroy me if you please...

I think  you don`t ike me speak...

you don`t want me to come home...

with a heart and soul to you i surrender....

GOODBYE...dear mom...

PLEASE TAKE MY PLEA DEAR MOTHER....

DON`T  DO THIS ANYMORE..

GREETINGS

Its Easter time.....time to forgive..forget....love...and gather up courage...faith...and hope...in life...Wishing everyone a very BLESSED EASTER