Friday, December 30, 2011

A BUNDLE OF DISAPPOINTMENT




I can feel the ruthless harsh breezes slapping my face with reality. There were days when these breezes would sooth my heart and soul. They were my bestest of friends. But as my luck is wearing out, all my friends are turning hostile. Hostile? Is that even the right word ?? Cruel I must say. Cruel and agonizing. In this state of trance and confusion, lost!! What to do and what not to. I stand in the middle of nowhere. What do you want me to do??  Fight them?? I fought, I fell, I bled to the point of death. Now I gathered all my courage for a second go. What I see is all my enemies have become even stronger, much stronger than I assumed. I held on to Love, Faith and Hope. I still have them but now this sword ahs lost their luster and become minute knives. I was taught to fight with swords. Now with these knives, I stand a little chance. You must think I’m talking like a loser.

No I’m not !! I am a warrior strategizing how to reach the throats of my enemies and slit them with these knives. I just am looking at the possible death tat I might marry. How ugly or beautiful is my wife gonna be?  I have just come back from a mine of wholesome power and light. The utmost core of divine love. I just laid my eyes on him and for those very moments I knew I was as safe as a baby in his father’s lap. May be my father’s just testing me. Testing me of my worth to be his son. Do I even deserve to be his son?? Do I really posses that ability to keep this sacred bond intact? just when I’m on the verge of thinking that I am not. He appears in front of my soul and pulls me out of this darkness. Gives me his divine light and heals my wounds. If my wounds are still there, then I know he’s watching me from somewhere, testing me, loving me in his own special way. He just wants me to feel it. He just doesn’t want me to be a BUNDLE OF DISAPPOINTMENT.



Passing the dReam

















she sat on the bench feeding d birds 

just throwin crumbs not sayin a word 

i sat down wid my beads n braids 

proclaiming wat a mess her generations had make 

i spoke of poverty & the war in nan 

wat is d use of going on??????????? 








she replied softly 

all my life i hav wrkd 4 change 

tday i gav u my dream 

u can mak a diffrnc wid the small thngs u do 

d future is entirly left 2 u 

if things go wrong & u feel down 

open ur eyes and luk arnd 

dnt luk 4 som1 2 blame 

search 4 an inspiration 2 rise again 

d changs u make may nt always b seen 

bt perhaps u can giv a child d chance 2 dream 

so gt 2 work and may b fined 

a small solution 2 hlp d human kind 

all my life i hv wrkd 4 chnge 

today i will pass my dream 2 u............................