White Shadow

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She stood by the way side to see,
The flock bathing by the sea.
Her mind drove past to the day,
Everything that changed her fate.

A tear trickled down her scarred face,
As she saw her visage on the seaface.
She thought about the life she lived,
Since that cold fateful day.

It was a pale winter's morn that one,
The day that she was born.
Her mother was sad they say,
'Coz another burden was thrust upon her way.

'You're cursed! You bore yet another girl',
Told they to her frail young mother again.
The mother was bitter, and painfully she muttered,
'It would have been good if you were dead!'

Small that she was,
She didn't understand a word.
But sensed deep inside,
That something wasn't really fine.

The scars of rejection were born in her,
Since the very day she came to earth.
It grew in her day by day,
She knew she wasn't meant to stay.

She tried and tried to love herself,
But she couldn't find it in herself.
One needs to be loved to love,
But all she got was scornful snares.

She bore the taunts and the curses alike,
Till one day she fell under their plight.
She promised herself this would end,
'One day, I'll be free', she said to herself.

That 'one day' came one stormy day,
She waited for the last nineteen years to say.
With a firm mind and quicker feet she walked ahead,
She knew the way too well in her head.

And she stood there again by the way side to see,
The flock bathing by the familiar sea.
Her mind drove past to the day,
Everything that had changed her fate.

A tear trickled down her scarred face,
As she saw her visage on the stormy seaface.
She thought about the horrid life she lived,
Since that cold fateful day.

'This is it', she mumbled in her head,
Throwing one last glance ahead.
She threw herself to the deep blue sea,
Hoping all her ails would now flee.

The waters roared, the waves splashed,
The birds hovered, the rocks splattered.
There went her life in the sea,
Leaving nothing but a White Shadow for the world to see.

Mother, let me live!

Don't take away my life!

Mother let me live!

I wanna live my life!

Mother you will see, when you look at me and you hold me in your arms; you will fall in love with ME!

(This poem is written in memory of the girl child who is killed or forced to die for no fault of her's.)

Do It Now!

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"So tell that someone that you love, just what you're thinking of, If tomorrow never comes..." - Ronan Keating

I believe all of us have been to a funeral at least once. I've been to a couple of them too. It's sad to see that people wait for someone to die to celebrate their life!! I mean I keep hearing lines like "He was a very good man", "She was my role model", "He was the joy of my life" and many other good stuff about someone who's two feet under in the grave! I mean its all a waste, don't you think?? 'Coz they're no more!!

Look at MJ, when he was alive, people spoke so many nasty and ugly things about him, but look what happened after he died...there was a 180° turnaround, suddenly MJ was everyone's favorite, his record sales went up, his fame increased, his respect shot up, people loved him a lot more - a complete contrast of how things were when he was still alive and still there. Who knows, if MJ knew that people really loved him so much, he would have still been around...who knows??!! I guess here's a lesson for all of us to learn - don't wait for a funeral to make you think about the virtues and the good in the people around you, especially your loved ones. If you have something good to say about someone, go ahead, tell that person right now. Hmmm...I'm reminded of a hymn that I learnt as a child...

If you have a kind word to say, say it now.

If you have something to give, give it now.

If you can make someone glad or an other less sad,

Do it now! Do it now!! Do it now!!!

Now before it is too late,

Now's the time for every good deed,

Do not wait until tomorrow,

Cause it maybe just a little too late.

 

Do remember what you just read, okay???
And like my friend says "Stay Precious!!"

Yellow Flower

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I looked into my garden one day,
And was delighted to see,
A bright yellow flower looking straight at me.
A smile lit up my face.
"What are flowers for?", I wondered,
Who just bloom for a day and then fade away.
That's when I heard a voice that spake,
"Don't they make you happy?"
"Yes", said me and then I asked Him again,
"Why do they then wither away?"
Then with a smile God said,
"They've got to make me happy too,
And so I call them back to me."
"I see", said me and then went to sleep.
And after hours woke up to see,
The world less beautiful.
And that's when I realised,
One beautiful flower had withered away.
From this garden called the "World",
And had left for a bigger and beautifuler garden called "Heaven".
A tear trickled down my face,
But then a smile lit up my visage,
When I realised...
He had left with a purpose,
...Now to bring a smile on God's face.

(I wrote this poem in memory of a friend who passed away in a cruel accident)