What Would You Do ..

When tommorow comes and the tea  isn’t made,

would anyone notice that I wasn’t here.

If you were finding a shirt  and find it isn’t clean,

would you care  that I was being mean?

Would you check on the porch  to see if my car was here,

would you  think that I was somewhere near?

When dinner will not be served on time,

would you look for me to tell me on my face that Ijust committed a crime!

Next day when you find I’m still not here,  would you shed a tear?

Would you ask yourself, maybe I should have called  more.

Or you’ll be convinved that, she’s probably at the store.

What Would You Do ?

The Day

The day i forget to tell you what you mean to me I hope you remember that am forever lost in those moments .
The day i forget to tell you that you are my world I hope that you will remember what I am waiting for.
The day i forget to tell you that i want you forver in life, I hope you will remember that I am always by your side.
The day i forget to say that I love you more than words, I hope that you remember this regardless of the hurt.
The day i forget to tell you that am sorry for all the mistakes ,I hope that you will remember this with every one I make.
The day i forget to tell you no other can compare, I hope that you will  remember the love both of us share.
The day i forget to tell you I miss you everyday, I hope that you will remember your absence causes pinching pain.
The day i forget to tell you that forever is what I want, I hope you will remember that forever is what we have got.

You trusted me; I trusted we.

Look, I stepped down the night it rained .
I promised that I would never let you go,
you trusted me; I trusted we.
Who was it who gave up, was it you or me?

I loved you more than life it was my love decree
to me, you were more than a memory.
Of things long past, and shameful sins,
that crept on up and raged like a storm within.

Look, I stepped down the night it rained .
I promised that I would never let you go,
you trusted me; I trusted we.
Who was it who gave up, was it you or me?

My FortuneTeller

It shall be a dream come true if we could see into the future .  Particularly when the road to happiness ramifies. I have found my CRYSTAL BALL. It might not be the mundane transparent crystal cut round thing which takes us into our future but enables us to make the best decision everytime My Road To Happiness Branches out.

You must be wondering where can you get this fortuneteller , here I go -So how much are you ready to pay for  a life saver like this – Remember, it will tell you exactly the best path to choose.Surely that would be worth a few thousands in a trade.

Well this crystall ball is absolutely free. That’s right. But there is a TRADE OFF for sure in any circumstance.It means knuckle under the myth that what the best outcome in a situation is. You don’t know . You can’t know . But if you don’t, then who does? God who is omnipresent knows everything. Because he is the creator of the  BIG PICTURE.

Alas our prayers revolve around outcome specific arena. “God, if you’ll only let me get this job, then I’ll be happy.” I’m suggesting a radical change in your thinking process . Trust HIM and offer  the reins of deciding what’s most important for your time. Then if you come across positive outcomes you know it was His will. When things don’t it was His will as wellPray only for his guidance & you will be spellbound at the number of incredible answers that will start cropping  up in your life.

My Turf

In my perfect little turf, friends kiss and hug ,
each time they meet.
Friends hold hands to wipe your tears.

But outside this territory , nobody cares,
and showing love is very rare.

In my perfect little turf , we give and share;
to show we care.
We love to live and live to love
to easily forgive.

But outside this territory we strive on greed,
craving things we rarely need.

In my perfect little turf , children smile,
parents willfully go that extra mile.
No child is ever hurt,
abused or treated like dirt.

But outside this territory people cry,
pray in case they die.

Bitchy acts are witty,
Oh its such a pity.

Each good thought Of mine Is a rainbow-beauty

Thoughts in line

Thoughts drop in
like Ripples in the ocean
Forever  flowing

Slipping away
Changing shapes at will
moving in a zigzag manner

These thoughts are beyond my grasp
But surprisingly within my reach
Teasing and tantalizing

Bubbling at times
Raging when it pleases

I stone-wall it
keep the flow under-restriction
But it rises above

And flows over
Defiant and rebellious
Giggling  with laughter

A question for you

Standing in the middle of the plains With snowflakes on my head

Ocean of love flowing peacefullyStanding by my side, the man I know

When he hold me in his arms The sun goes down

But whenever I open my eyes I found myself alone Scared of the dark and no one to hold

I have a question for youDoes the dream ever come true?

The “THING”

There is a part in me

That feels I am different from everybody.

 Something that they can’t see,

Something that they can’t feel,

Something so unreal.

But this ‘thing’ has always been there,

This ‘thing’ I will never share.

So I have made it a habbit of Pushing it to the back of my mind,

Among the thoughts of boys and clothes

And make-up, this ‘thing’ always find its cozy corner

Whatever has caused this feeling

Must have been so disgusting and bad.

A lost memory or something else,

Whatever the THING is,

I know for sure, I

 can never let this feeling show.

The Blooming Rose and Me

I am growing like a blooming rose.

I can see the hope in its petals.

The innocence of the red color is screaming –“As long as I am, I will be”.

I know that the rose will never wilt or die.

As my life may grow backwards, I shall become strong.

I shall be dependent on only one.

That one will be me.

I may rise with my petals high.

I do not dream to be a pick of the patch, but I am just as beautiful as the rest.

I will never be a lonely soul but shall always stand as ONE