Innocent as a child,
So Sweet like a sweet,
Soft steps leading me,To the night so deep!
Trust in my heart,
Faith in my soul,
I walk step in step,
To the dungeons unknown.
Dreams so high,
Wishes so many,
Hopes of all shapes,
And the company of a Canny.....
Caution from a friend,
Worried look of the sister,
But that's not enough to save me,
From the forthcoming sinister.
Dark and cold,
Like the depth of the sea,
No light for what seems like centuries.
Cuts and bruises on my body,
Trembling in the cold, I'm lonely...
Distant voices scare me,
Unfriendly whispers surround me.
I hold myself so tight for a moment, I hear my heavy breathing,
I'm alive,and that's all that matters,
I'll find my way out,
Sometime ....
Maybe Now or a bit later.
I hit against a door,
And cry and shout for help.
I fall a few steps down below,
In another laid trap!
When will this end?
Will it end at all?
Or am I going to die in here?
Not knowing where I was after all?
The Nightmare is long, its cruel, it hurts.
It breaks my shell, it covers me in dirt.
It scrapes off my skin,and as I bleed in pain,
The soft new skin shows its brilliance in the dark rain,
And I breathe heavy ....one last time,
And open my eyes to see,
A whole new me and a day shining brightly!
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Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
For the woman in me!
I wish at times that I wasn't so interested in various things of life...that all I wanted to do was what others did,
I wished I did not think so much,
I wished I wasn't stressing myself out and expecting too much out of myself!
I wished I wasn't as inquisitive,
I wished I wasn't logical, so that I wouldn't question every tradition!
I wished I wasn't radical, so I wouldn't hurt everyone!
I wished I could love without expecting anything at all in return,
I wished I could be the woman with all of goodness,who bears all pain but never complaints!
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If I was all I wished I wasn't, I wouldn't be me!
If I was interested in pleasing people, I would rather choose death to a life of slavery!
If doing as much as the ability and capacity as god has bestowed me with, means 'breaking tradition'....than be it!
I will question!
I will argue!
I will hit back if someone hurts me,
I will fight every obstacle standing before me,
The first few are empty words, I never would wish I was!
The truth is....
It's the biggest curse to be not interested in the various things life offers!
It's a shame, if I don't think and don't question!
I would consider myself a coward, if I wasn't daring!
If there was only 1 thing I was good at, I would be boring!
If I wasn't logical, that would mean I'm foolish!
If I would love without expecting anything , that would mean I've very low expectations out of myself!
And finally, I would never ever wish to be a woman with all the "Goodness"....
The so called "Goodness" only to serve others, and not one's self-interests,
The so called "Goodness" which makes me feeble and weak,
I will make my own rules!
And I will break them if they are of no use.
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This post goes out to all the lovely women in my life, and to myself!
It isn't a cake walk to grow up to be a woman!
The society watches every step and attacks at our slightest mistake!
People comment on our body and laugh at our sizes,
People have notions about our beauty and anything that doesn't fit their definitions is tagged as ugly!
People make a whole lot of bullshit rules for us to follow,
People want to own us, want to tame us!
Because when a woman is free spirited, she has the greatest strength in the world,
And she can achieve anything!
I wished I did not think so much,
I wished I wasn't stressing myself out and expecting too much out of myself!
I wished I wasn't as inquisitive,
I wished I wasn't as daring to take on a challenge,
I wished there was only 1 thing I wanted to do, and 1 thing that I would excel in,I wished I wasn't logical, so that I wouldn't question every tradition!
I wished I wasn't radical, so I wouldn't hurt everyone!
I wished I could love without expecting anything at all in return,
I wished I could be the woman with all of goodness,who bears all pain but never complaints!
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If I was all I wished I wasn't, I wouldn't be me!
If I was interested in pleasing people, I would rather choose death to a life of slavery!
If doing as much as the ability and capacity as god has bestowed me with, means 'breaking tradition'....than be it!
I will question!
I will argue!
I will hit back if someone hurts me,
I will fight every obstacle standing before me,
The first few are empty words, I never would wish I was!
The truth is....
It's the biggest curse to be not interested in the various things life offers!
It's a shame, if I don't think and don't question!
I would consider myself a coward, if I wasn't daring!
If there was only 1 thing I was good at, I would be boring!
If I wasn't logical, that would mean I'm foolish!
If I would love without expecting anything , that would mean I've very low expectations out of myself!
And finally, I would never ever wish to be a woman with all the "Goodness"....
The so called "Goodness" only to serve others, and not one's self-interests,
The so called "Goodness" which makes me feeble and weak,
The so called "Goodness" that causes me pain and suffering!
To hell with the worldly notion of Goodness!I will make my own rules!
And I will break them if they are of no use.
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This post goes out to all the lovely women in my life, and to myself!
It isn't a cake walk to grow up to be a woman!
The society watches every step and attacks at our slightest mistake!
People comment on our body and laugh at our sizes,
People have notions about our beauty and anything that doesn't fit their definitions is tagged as ugly!
People make a whole lot of bullshit rules for us to follow,
People want to own us, want to tame us!
Because when a woman is free spirited, she has the greatest strength in the world,
And she can achieve anything!
Sunday, August 22, 2010
One
There are these times when one wants to say so much, express one's views......
And the other times when one wants to keep it all in one's heart!
There is so much to say, but one just doesn't find the right words,
Or one's logic asks one - Why do you have to say it? Who cares?
Seriously, who cares what one thinks?
Who cares whether one's heart aches to see pain and suffering,
or that one's soul is pure?
That one is probably lonely,
That one needs a friend!
Who cares whether one is an intellectual or one is just a slave taking orders?
Who cares?
But surprisingly one day, one finds out that there is another one,
Who cares, who bothers about what one thinks...
One who insists one to speak out one's mind and express the innermost feelings...
One who makes one be a better person,
One who makes life worth living and exploring!
A big Thank you to all those "One's" who care for the one's in their lives and make this life so much more beautiful to live!
And the other times when one wants to keep it all in one's heart!
There is so much to say, but one just doesn't find the right words,
Or one's logic asks one - Why do you have to say it? Who cares?
Seriously, who cares what one thinks?
Who cares whether one's heart aches to see pain and suffering,
or that one's soul is pure?
That one is probably lonely,
That one needs a friend!
Who cares whether one is an intellectual or one is just a slave taking orders?
Who cares?
But surprisingly one day, one finds out that there is another one,
Who cares, who bothers about what one thinks...
One who insists one to speak out one's mind and express the innermost feelings...
One who makes one be a better person,
One who makes life worth living and exploring!
A big Thank you to all those "One's" who care for the one's in their lives and make this life so much more beautiful to live!
Friday, January 15, 2010
After a while....
After a while you learn, the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul!
And you learn, that love doesn't mean leaning and company doesn't mean security!
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts and presents aren't promises!
And you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes ahead, with the grace of a woman and the grief of a child!
And you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way of falling down in mid flight!
After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much;
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers!
And you learn that you really can endure, you really are strong, you really do have worth...
And you learn and you learn.......with every good bye you learn!
And you learn, that love doesn't mean leaning and company doesn't mean security!
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts and presents aren't promises!
And you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes ahead, with the grace of a woman and the grief of a child!
And you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way of falling down in mid flight!
After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much;
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers!
And you learn that you really can endure, you really are strong, you really do have worth...
And you learn and you learn.......with every good bye you learn!
Friday, November 13, 2009
Can you ever love me for me?
Komal always sends me some of the best fwd's! Today she sent me this poem and I just loved it! I bet you'll love it too!
Written by by: Miriam Campo
Can you ever love me for me?
For the me that I am true and true
Can you love me with my imperfections?
Can you see me as I am and not as what you want me to be?
Can you ever love me for me?
For the me that makes mistakes and speaks without thinking
Can you love me even when I am unreasonable?
Can you see me as I am and not for the Angel you seek?
Can you ever love me for me?
For the me that cries when a stranger child is hurt
Can you love me when I am sad without me having a reason to be?
Can you see me as I am not as what I once was?
Can you ever love me for me?
Written by by: Miriam Campo
Can you ever love me for me?
For the me that I am true and true
Can you love me with my imperfections?
Can you see me as I am and not as what you want me to be?
Can you ever love me for me?
For the me that makes mistakes and speaks without thinking
Can you love me even when I am unreasonable?
Can you see me as I am and not for the Angel you seek?
Can you ever love me for me?
For the me that cries when a stranger child is hurt
Can you love me when I am sad without me having a reason to be?
Can you see me as I am not as what I once was?
Can you ever love me for me?
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Shuttling between Mumbai to Goi
As I shuttle between Mumbai to Goa,
I realise that I am trying to keep a difficult balance:
between my past , my present and my future,
between what I want , what I've been, and what I should be!
between my dreams and my reality,
between true happiness and a fakade of smiles,
between social pressures and inner peace,
between love and friendship,
between trust , faith and relationships!
As I shuttle between Mumbai to Goa,
I see a sea of choices sorrounding me...
Should I walk on, Or should I wait for others to walk with me?
Should I take the path less taken or should I keep listening to what other's have told me?
As I shuttle from Mumbai to Goa,
I find my life torn into bits and pieces...
Every bit shouting out my name,
Every piece blaming me for the loss of the game!
As I shuttle from Mumbai to Goa,
I realise... someday...this journey back and forth has to stop...
I realise I cannot keep hanging in the moment,
I realise this balancing act has to drop!
As I travel from Goa to Mumbai,
This time around with no return ticket,
I've told myself, "This is it! Just do it!"
There's no point in living a life which is of other's making,
If its grief and insult you have to bear, just take in..
Life is a journey, we all are travellers,
But it makes sense only if we move forward!
Do what it takes but please keep moving,
In the start it may hurt, but time is soothing!
With dreams in my eyes and faith in my heart,
I set my foot on cold unknown paths....
Hope hopes and wishes come true soon,
Hope my decision turns out to be a boon,
May Some day many a travellers learn from me..
A Hard lesson but one that's worth remembering!
Janaki Shinkre ...
I realise that I am trying to keep a difficult balance:
between my past , my present and my future,
between what I want , what I've been, and what I should be!
between my dreams and my reality,
between true happiness and a fakade of smiles,
between social pressures and inner peace,
between love and friendship,
between trust , faith and relationships!
As I shuttle between Mumbai to Goa,
I see a sea of choices sorrounding me...
Should I walk on, Or should I wait for others to walk with me?
Should I take the path less taken or should I keep listening to what other's have told me?
As I shuttle from Mumbai to Goa,
I find my life torn into bits and pieces...
Every bit shouting out my name,
Every piece blaming me for the loss of the game!
As I shuttle from Mumbai to Goa,
I realise... someday...this journey back and forth has to stop...
I realise I cannot keep hanging in the moment,
I realise this balancing act has to drop!
As I travel from Goa to Mumbai,
This time around with no return ticket,
I've told myself, "This is it! Just do it!"
There's no point in living a life which is of other's making,
If its grief and insult you have to bear, just take in..
Life is a journey, we all are travellers,
But it makes sense only if we move forward!
Do what it takes but please keep moving,
In the start it may hurt, but time is soothing!
With dreams in my eyes and faith in my heart,
I set my foot on cold unknown paths....
Hope hopes and wishes come true soon,
Hope my decision turns out to be a boon,
May Some day many a travellers learn from me..
A Hard lesson but one that's worth remembering!
Janaki Shinkre ...
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Friday, July 17, 2009
The Hand That Rocks The Cradle Is The Hand That Rules The World
Blessings on the hand of women!
Angels guard its strength and grace,
In the palace, cottage, hovel,
Oh, no matter where the place;
Would that never storms assailed it,
Rainbows ever gently curled;
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.
Infancy's the tender fountain,
Power may with beauty flow,
Mother's first to guide the streamlets,
From them souls unresting grow--
Grow on for the good or evil,
Sunshine streamed or evil hurled;
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.
Woman, how divine your mission
Here upon our natal sod!
Keep, oh, keep the young heart open
Always to the breath of God!
All true trophies of the ages
Are from mother-love impearled;
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.
Blessings on the hand of women!
Fathers, sons, and daughters cry,
And the sacred song is mingled
With the worship in the sky--
Mingles where no tempest darkens,
Rainbows evermore are hurled;
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.
William Ross Wallace
Angels guard its strength and grace,
In the palace, cottage, hovel,
Oh, no matter where the place;
Would that never storms assailed it,
Rainbows ever gently curled;
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.
Infancy's the tender fountain,
Power may with beauty flow,
Mother's first to guide the streamlets,
From them souls unresting grow--
Grow on for the good or evil,
Sunshine streamed or evil hurled;
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.
Woman, how divine your mission
Here upon our natal sod!
Keep, oh, keep the young heart open
Always to the breath of God!
All true trophies of the ages
Are from mother-love impearled;
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.
Blessings on the hand of women!
Fathers, sons, and daughters cry,
And the sacred song is mingled
With the worship in the sky--
Mingles where no tempest darkens,
Rainbows evermore are hurled;
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.
William Ross Wallace
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Give me the wings to fly
Maa, give me the wings to fly!
Maa, let me touch the sky!
Let me have a dream of my own!
And some day in life, its light will be shown!
I only need you by my side ,
Every second, every moment, every tide I ride!
Praise me for my difference,
Please try and see why I am different!
Don’t pull me back, don’t complain, don’t be afraid!
I am too weak now, this is 1st step I just made!!
Without you maa, this struggle is so hard on me.
Every twist, every turn- I fall on my knee.
Help me stand maa, help me fight !
If you stand by me, my destination will be soon in sight!
Give me the wings maa,
The wings of your love! Your faith in me and your support!
Give me the wings,
Let me spread it out and we shall sing,
The sweetest song of success and a dream fulfilling!
You have been my angel always guiding and protecting!
Don’t be shy,
Maa, give me the wings to fly!
Maa, let me touch the sky!
- written by me!
After long long years, i thought i would never write 1.
its basic, no complicated words, but i had to start somewhere!
if you have the inspiration, the thought then words are just the medium to help you write and express!
Maa, let me touch the sky!
Let me have a dream of my own!
And some day in life, its light will be shown!
I only need you by my side ,
Every second, every moment, every tide I ride!
Praise me for my difference,
Please try and see why I am different!
Don’t pull me back, don’t complain, don’t be afraid!
I am too weak now, this is 1st step I just made!!
Without you maa, this struggle is so hard on me.
Every twist, every turn- I fall on my knee.
Help me stand maa, help me fight !
If you stand by me, my destination will be soon in sight!
Give me the wings maa,
The wings of your love! Your faith in me and your support!
Give me the wings,
Let me spread it out and we shall sing,
The sweetest song of success and a dream fulfilling!
You have been my angel always guiding and protecting!
Don’t be shy,
Maa, give me the wings to fly!
Maa, let me touch the sky!
- written by me!
After long long years, i thought i would never write 1.
its basic, no complicated words, but i had to start somewhere!
if you have the inspiration, the thought then words are just the medium to help you write and express!
Friday, April 17, 2009
EVEN THIS SHALL PASS AWAY
Once in Persia reigned a King
Who upon his signet ring
Carved out a maxim true and wise,
Which, if held before the eyes,
Gave him counsel at a glance,
Fit for every change and chance.
Solemn words, and these are they:
"Even this shall pass away."
Trains of camels through the sand
Brought his gems from Samarkand;
Fleets of galleys through the seas
Brought him pearls to match with these.
But he counted not his gain
Treasures of the mine or main;
"What is wealth?" the king would say;
"Even this shall pass away."
In the revels of his court
At the zenith of the sport,
When the palms of all his guests
Burned with clapping at his zests;
He amid his figs and wine,
Cried: "Oh loving friends of mine!"
"Pleasure comes but not to stay;"
"Even this shall pass away."
lady fairest ever seen,
was the woman he crowned his queen,
pillowed on his marriage bed,
softly to his soul he said,
though no bridegroom ever pressed,
fairer bosom to his breast,
mortal flesh must come to clay,
even this shall pass away!
Fighting on a furious field,
Once a javelin pierced his shield;
Soldiers with a loud lament
Bore him bleeding to his tent;
Groaning from his tortured side,
"Pain is hard to bear," he cried,
"But with patience, day by day,
Even this shall pass away."
Towering in the public square,
Twenty cubics in the air,
Rose his statue, carved in stone,
Then, the king, disguised, unknown,
Stood before his sculptured name
Musing meekly, "What is fame?
Fame is but a slow decay
Even this shall pass away."
Struck with palsy, sere and old,
Waiting at the gates of gold,
Said he with his dying breath;
"Life is done, but what is death?"
Then, in answer to the King,
Fell a sunbeam on his ring,
Showing by a heavenly ray,
"Even this shall pass away."
--- Theodore Tilton
Who upon his signet ring
Carved out a maxim true and wise,
Which, if held before the eyes,
Gave him counsel at a glance,
Fit for every change and chance.
Solemn words, and these are they:
"Even this shall pass away."
Trains of camels through the sand
Brought his gems from Samarkand;
Fleets of galleys through the seas
Brought him pearls to match with these.
But he counted not his gain
Treasures of the mine or main;
"What is wealth?" the king would say;
"Even this shall pass away."
In the revels of his court
At the zenith of the sport,
When the palms of all his guests
Burned with clapping at his zests;
He amid his figs and wine,
Cried: "Oh loving friends of mine!"
"Pleasure comes but not to stay;"
"Even this shall pass away."
lady fairest ever seen,
was the woman he crowned his queen,
pillowed on his marriage bed,
softly to his soul he said,
though no bridegroom ever pressed,
fairer bosom to his breast,
mortal flesh must come to clay,
even this shall pass away!
Fighting on a furious field,
Once a javelin pierced his shield;
Soldiers with a loud lament
Bore him bleeding to his tent;
Groaning from his tortured side,
"Pain is hard to bear," he cried,
"But with patience, day by day,
Even this shall pass away."
Towering in the public square,
Twenty cubics in the air,
Rose his statue, carved in stone,
Then, the king, disguised, unknown,
Stood before his sculptured name
Musing meekly, "What is fame?
Fame is but a slow decay
Even this shall pass away."
Struck with palsy, sere and old,
Waiting at the gates of gold,
Said he with his dying breath;
"Life is done, but what is death?"
Then, in answer to the King,
Fell a sunbeam on his ring,
Showing by a heavenly ray,
"Even this shall pass away."
--- Theodore Tilton
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