My Christmas Angel

On Christmas eve

Around midnight

Santa Claus arrived

With a li’l surprise...

At first I thought

It was my usual present

But he got biased

In the December of 2009

Not just me

But the whole family

Was blessed with

Happiness and Delight

Love came down

Wrapped

In the birth

Of a little star

A Farewell Letter

If, for an instant, God forgot that I am a rag doll and gave me a piece of life,

I possibly would not say everything I think, 

but think everything I say.

I would value things not for what they are worth, 

but for what they mean.

I would sleep less, dream more, 

I understand that for every minute we close our eyes, 

we lose sixty seconds of light. 

I would go when others halt, 

wake up when others sleep.

I would listen when others speak 

and how would I enjoy a good chocolate ice cream!

If God gave me a piece of life,

I would dress simply,

Throw myself face up unto the sun,

Bearing not only my body but also my soul.

God, if I had a heart, I would write all of my hate on ice, 

and wait for the sun to come up.

I would paint with a Van Gogh dream upon the stars a Benedetti poem

and a Serrat song would be my serenade to the moon.

I would water the roses with my tears,

to feel the pain of their thorns,

and the incarnate kiss of their petals...

The Exorcism

I was 19

Past teenage

When we first met

For me, it was..
Love at first sight

We hung around

Had fun

Held hands
Talked late nights
But, then U realized
Hmm.. not my types
So, 
U wanted us to be friends
And I said
Thats alright

Today, its my turn

To start a new life

But all I do

Is

Think of You

Love in Our Times...

"Once upon a time, there was a bird. He was adorned with two perfect wings and with glossy, colorful, marvelous feathers. In short, he was a creature made to fly about freely in the sky, bringing joy to everyone who saw him.
One day a woman saw this bird and fell in love with him. She watched his flight, her mouth wide in amazement, her heart pounding, her eyes shining with excitement. She invited the bird to fly with her, and the two traveled across the sky in perfect harmony. She admired and venerated and celebrated that bird.
But then she thought: He might want to visit far-off mountains! And she was afraid, afraid that she would not feel the same way about any other bird. And she felt envy, envy for the bird’s ability to fly.
And she felt alone.
And she thought: ‘I’m going to set a trap. The next time the bird appears, he will never leave again.’
The bird, who was also in love, returned the following day, fell into the trap and was put in a cage.
She looked at the bird every day. There he was, the object of her passion, and she showed him to her friends, who said: ‘Now you have everything you could possibly want.’ However, a strange transformation began to take place: now that she had the bird and no longer needed to woo him, she began to lose interest. The bird unable to fly and express the true meaning of his life, began to waste away and his feathers to lose their gloss; he grew ugly; and the woman no longer paid him any attention, except by feeding him and cleaning out his cage.
One day, the bird died. The woman felt terribly sad and spent all her thinking about him. But she did not remember his cage, she thought only of the day when she had seen him for the first time, flying contentedly amongst the clouds.
If she had looked more deeply into herself, she would have realized that what had thrilled her about the bird was his freedom, the energy of his wings in motion, not his physical body.
Without the bird, her life too lost all meaning, and Death came knocking at her door. ‘Why have you come?’ she asked Death. ‘So that you can fly once more with him across the sky,’ Death replied. ‘If you allowed him to come and go, you would have loved and admired him even more; alas, you now need me in order to find him again."

Somebody's Mee

Still can't believe you are gone
You have left me alone!
You were my solitude in loneliness,
And now, am swinging between slumber and consciousness.

Memory shall play its tricks and mind games,
Make it worse than it already is, buzz me with your name,
Along comes time the dual gambler,
Runs and changes and has to be the winner,
Twists and turns fate on its finger,
Strips off both smiles and tears!

Staring into the blank sphere,
Wondering how I lost it all and where?
Days are long, nights get longer,
Atleast tell me how much stronger?

Scattered pieces of my soul
Amidst the chaotic array of different roles
Ties of blood or bonds self-avowed
Friend within the distance or stranger in the crowd