Que Sera Sera

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Dearest Darling Nevaeh,

You've turned TEN today! Whoa! You still seem like a newborn to me! Yeah, yeah! I know you hate it when I tell you that! But you know what, when you reach my age lemme hear you saying that to your daughter! I'm gonna box your ears then! 

Okay, the violence apart, there are a few things I wanna tell you darling. Actually many. You know your mom, right? She just can't say a 'few' things. Can she? Thinking of which - you've got it too! You're as talkative as your mom is! Maybe more! You're like me in more ways than one. Much more than I've ever wanted. It makes me happy, it makes me sad too. You see, your mom isn't perfect. She is flawed. She doesn't want you to make the same mistakes she did. She wants you to be a much better person. And before you become one, here are some pointers dear.

Don't let anyone in this world hurt you or trick you into believing crap. I had enough of such people in my life. I don't want them in yours! I let them hurt me. Tell me crap. That I am good for nothing. That I would never amount to anything. That I am big mess. That I am hopeless wreck. That I am ugly. That I am a nobody. And you know what? Your foolish mom believed every single LIE they said! They killed me, you know? Don't let something like that happen to you. You won't have the good people around you always. In fact, you'll have more of the bad ones than the good. Don't let them mess you up. Remember, God loves you. Your dad and I love you too. We love you just the way you are. With all of your flaws. There is nothing in this world that would or could change the love we have for you. There is nothing you can do to lessen it either. No matter how you are and what you do - remember - We love YOU! ALWAYS!

Don't ever let anybody tell you that you can't do something. Not even us. All right? Don't be afraid to dream dreams. Chase after your dreams. It is dreams that keep us alive. Keep us sane. Keep us going. Your dad and I will help you as much as we can to help you realize your dream. But the first step has to be YOU!

You are precious. You are beautiful. You are the BEST. You are a star. Don't let anyone else tell you otherwise. You light up our lives. You are the apple of our eye. Period.

Be happy. Always. Don't wait for the big things to happen for you to celebrate. Celebrate every moment of your beautiful life. Find happiness in the smallest of things. The butterfly. The sunny sky. The pouring rain. The smelly fart that your little baby brother just let out. Be happy. Find something funny and beautiful even in the most plain, the most vain, the most strange and the most weirdest of things. And then you'll see what a wonder life is! And then you'll see you'll have more reasons to laugh than to cry. To celebrate than to mourn. To boast than to crib. Keep laughing. Keep smiling. Always!

Don't worry too much. Your mom worries a lot. I hope she hasn't passed it on to you. Don't ever worry about anything. Always remember - nothing is permanent - this too shall pass - the good and the bad. Don't worry about the good that is going away or about the bad that is yet to come. Take life each moment as it comes. Don't live ahead of the moment, nor behind. One day at a time, one mile at a time, one step at a time, one second at a time!

Don't ever give up on faith, hope and love. These are the three most important things that you can EVER have! Trust me! They can get you through the worst of the days and the darkest of the nights. Faith, hope and love has kept me alive. Kept me going. It will keep you too! Just trust and obey! Have faith! Have hope! Have love!

Believe in God. Believe in your parents. We want the best for you. And above all, believe in yourself. Don't believe in the voices that put you down. Believe in the voice that comes from within. It will lift you up. It will calm your fears. It will make you strong. And soon you will soar on wings like eagles. Just Believe!

Lastly, I would love to sing to you a few lines from a song. A song I learnt as a child. A song my teachers and my mother sang to me.

When I was just a little girl I asked my mother, what will I be?  
Will I be pretty, will I be rich? Here's what she said to me.
Que Sera, Sera. Whatever will be, will be! 
The future's not ours, to see. Que Sera, Sera. What will be, will be!

That's all for now darling! Loads more to tell you. Will tell you everything else, one day at a time! :)

Loads of love and kisses.

Your Best Friend Forever & your Mother,

Maria

This post was a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative 
for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda and it got selected among the top 
three entries for WOW. Here is the link: WOW winners

This post is also a dedication to my darling daughter. Hoping that she'll love it, one day!

Their Story

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She was a stranger at first
And she thought he was a flirt
He was too timid to talk to her
And he didn't know what to say to her.

One day they spoke and laughed a little
That day was the best he had in a while
He yearned to see her smile
All the time, all the while.

She was such a beauty after all
He felt so blinded by her gaze
She put him in a haze 
But never did he complain.

They spoke some more
And a little over more
Friends they became one day
And that's when his heart gave away.

He felt a million things for her
He wondered if she felt the same
He hoped she did too
He wished she did too.

Mustering the courage he believed he never had
He told her the words he thought he'd never say
And his heart did skip a beat like they say
And his hand grew cold like the winter insane.

She smiled and then she said to him
The same words he said to her
She shook his fears and held him near
Together they took on a journey called the happily ever afters!

This poem is a dedication to all the love stories in the world. Especially the friends turned best friends turned soul mates turned life partners. Love is what makes the world go round. 'Coz there is love, there is hope.

This One's For You!

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That Idiota! That monkey! I miss him! He just celebrated his birthday a few days back. He is one person I could die for and if need be, kill for too! He is one person I look up to! Well, I HAVE to! He's too tall for my eye level contact! And yeah! I'm short. So can't really help it anyway! 

We are as alike as chalk and cheese. Opposites in almost everything! He is a calm and a composed person, while I am a bundle of flustered nerves! He measures his words while I keep shooting and slicing and dicing and killing with my lips! No wonder they say empty vessels make more noise!

He is awesome at football and killing countless millions on CS. Counter Strike - yeah - that is the one I hate the most about him. He spends an awful lot of time in front of the computer killing Fanatic, Lunatic, Moonatic and any other tics lurking on the screen! And the awesome human that I am, always make sure I distract him as much as I can till he shuts down the stupid computer and wrestles with me!  

He doesn't have too many friends, but he has the best of the lot! I have too many friends - but the best of the lot - I fear I have none! I envy the way his friends confide in him. Oh I envy him for many other things! He knows his friends inside out. He knows me inside out too. And no matter how much I bribe him to trade his friends' dark secrets, he shares none! No! Not a single one!  

His looks could get him on Gladrags, his dribbling on ESPN Sports Center, his culinary on Masterchef India! He is exactly the kinda guy God puts you in your life to make you look small and pity yourself for the hopeless bummer you are!

Nevertheless, I love him to bits and he, me to pieces! I know there were times I wanted him dead and I bet he felt the same. I guess it's all part of growing up. We don't see eye to eye on most things. We are poles apart in every way. But I am proud of the way he turned out to be. He's everything I wish I'd be! He's everyone's favorite. He's mature, gentle, kind and humble and wise for his age. He's got better like the wine, with the time! And he's such a handsome young man! I am really grateful to God Almighty for a gift as precious as him. I love him loads. I miss him even more. :'(

And though I am not the best, he's the bestest brother I could ever have asked for! 

Happy Birthday my darling, my best friend, my sweetest and cutest and strongest and wisest little brother! May God bless you more and more with each passing day! :) 

  

Dedicated to my awesome brother! And the above pic fits us to the T! :)

The Speaking Tree

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Man came, man saw, man conquered.
He took, he snatched, he plundered.
He soiled, he axed and uprooted.
All this he did, and he blundered!

My family nested there once,
The very place you've nested yours.
But you still have yours;
And I have none, no, not one.

What did I do to you?
What didn't I do for you?
Gave my everything to you.
And this is what you give me in return?

Where are your manners Adam?
Where is your conscience mortal?
Did it turn to stone, you bastard?
As you axed down my folks - The Mustards?

Did you see me cry?
Did you hear me sigh?
Did you see me bleed?
Did you hear me plead?

I guess no.
If you did, I'd know. 
You are too arrogant, you scoundrel!
You'll soon meet your end and ordeal.

And then you'll know all that you did was gore.
And then you'll see the blood on your hands for sure.
And then your guilt will eat you from within.
And then I'll laugh as I see you writhe and wriggle.

Empty handed I came I know, and empty handed I'll go from here.
But I wish there would be someone to cry.
As I bid my final goodbyes,
Lying motionless in the grave that's mine.

But as for you, you mortal! You wicked, wicked thing!
Remember one thing - as you sow, so shall you reap.
And one day all you'll do is sit and weep,
Over the grave that laid The Mustards.

This post was a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative 
for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda and it got selected as the BEST entry
for WOW. Here is the link: WOW winners

This poem is also a dedication by the baby mustard tree in memory of his 
beautiful parents - The Mustards, who were brutally killed by The Bastards (us).

And like Agent Smith says in The Matrix, 'Every mammal develops a natural equilibrium with the surrounding and environment, humans do not. Humans move to an area and multiply until every natural resource is consumed and the only way they survive is by spreading to another area. And there's another organism on this planet which follows similar patter. A Virus'

Well, God did not intend for us to be viruses, lets be more humane, lets be HUMANS and not some nuisance!

With Words Unspoken

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They had been married for five years now.
It was an arranged one I'm told.
But when they fell in love, they didn't know.
I guess it was a natural thing.
How long could two strangers live like strangers?
Love was surely an inevitable thing.

They were surely happy as hell.
But see how things slowly fell.
They behaved as if someone had cast a spell.
He blamed her for her silly games.
She called him nasty names.
Together they were on a road to hell.

Then one winter's eve she said to him.
'Very soon we'll need a bigger bed'
'Why so?' he asked shaking his head.
She took his hand and placed it on her womb.
That is when he got a clue.
Another life was blooming within her.

Tears of joy ran down his cheeks.
He gave her a gentle little kiss.
All the lava boiling inside, now melted into beautiful smiles.
They didn't speak for a while.
Coz it took time to sink inside.
They were soon gonna be three from two.

She moved closer and held his hand.
And looked in his eyes and spake.
With words unspoken a million tales.
Of their love, their joy, their grief, their pain.
They looked at the dimming twilight.
Their hearts sure felt so bright.

They stood in silence for a while.
That silence took away all the gloom.
That silence made their love bloom.
That silence spoke a million words.
That silence brought them back again.
Silence is a great healer, they knew in their hearts that day.

This post was a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative 
for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda and it got selected among the top three entries
for WOW. Here is the link: WOW winners

This poem is also a dedication to all the babies yet to be born, who without 
their knowledge light up this gloomy world.

In addition, this poem is also a reminder of this season of Advent, the season 
Jesus came to this world as a baby and lit up our lives. 

Slipping Through My Fingers

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A picture is worth a thousand words they say.
But this one's worth a million.
Just yesterday was her first birthday.
My princess, my darling, my baby.
I still remember that day.
She was dressed in my favorite color.
She was dressed in Yellow.

Today she has grown up.
My princess, my darling, my baby.
Is no more a baby.
She is stubborn, headstrong and silly.
Just like me.
The tiny little tot that she once was.
She was so very mellow.

I loved her then.
I love her now.
I'll love her till the end.
I love her for her madness.
I'll love her till she forgets her sadness.
I'll love her till her heart fills with gladness.
I love her just the way she is.

She fills my life with laughter.
She drives me mad by her endless chatter.
She took me back to my youth.
When life wasn't lived by the book.
She taught me that it is okay to cry.
She takes me by my hand.
She makes me dance like I am in some band.

She reminds me of her.
The beautiful lady I wed.
They look so alike.
I am glad they both are mine.
She is nothing like her.
Yet, I love my little girl for being her.
She adds life to my years.

I remember plaiting her hair daily.
And packing her bags and walking her to school lazily.
Soon I'd walk her down the aisle too.
All that would remain are the memories.
My little girl and her lovely stories.
Each time I think I'm close to knowing.
She keeps on growing.

Do I know what she feels?
Does she breathe the same fears I breathe?
Do I know what's in her mind?
Does she know what's in mine?
Do I know if she's happy?
Does she know if I am?
Do we know anything at all?

Very soon my little princess will be gone.
To another lad with whom her heart belongs.
I hope he treats her like a queen.
And never makes her heart bleed.
I'll pretend to the world I'm fine.
When my girl slips out of my shrine.
She made my home so divine.

I'm afraid that day may come too soon.
And my little girl will be gone too soon.
I'll hide my fears and my tears.
'Coz I don't want to let her know.
Her happiest day may just be my saddest.
She won't be home fooling around anymore.
She'd be under someone else's roof, she with her madness.

I'll miss my little girl too much.
Slipping through my fingers all the time.
I gently sit down for a while.
I feel I'm gonna lose her forever.
I'm glad that I could share her laughter.
That funny little girl.
That silly little girl.

My Daughter, My Princess, My Girl.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative 
for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda

This poem is also about what a father feels for his daughter who was once so little but now is all set to leave him for another home, another shoulder, another hand, another man. The emotions behind it. The pain behind it. Through the eyes of the father who secretly wishes that he could freeze the picture and save it from the funny tricks of time. 
I had tears while writing this poem, I wonder what my daddy will go through when he's walking me down the aisle.
And yes, my dad plaited my hair when I was in school.

Love's Last Chance

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They sat down by the river bank,
Looking at the lives they left back.

It was love at first sight,
But slowly love seemed to take a flight.

What went wrong they didn't know,
They tried with their heart, their might, their soul.

Silence crept into their world they didn't know how,
They didn't talk to each other anymore now.

They thought of the lives they led,
Since the very day they first met.

It was in high school last year,
That they fell in love so dear.

They knew they were meant to be,
It was too crystal clear to see.

They stood one last time to glance,
At the life they lived with a chance.

As they pondered on miles they walked together,
His contagious laughter broke the silent cover hovering over.

He looked back to the day,
His heart felt so gay.

He took her hand and asked her,
Do you remember that day in the cold winter's night I asked you to be my wife?

She smiled back and said, Yes I do,
How could I forget the day you confessed your love for me Ernest?

Are you willing to give us one more chance Lily?, he asked;
And see if this thing could still last?

She knew she wanted to say a No,
But something inside her cold heart began to glow.

She nodded and said, Yes, I'm willing,
Let's see if we can get to that shore.

They walked hand in hand to their home,
With renewed love and hope and cheerful chatter.

The silence no more was to be heard anymore,
'Coz their laughter broke the silence that lurked before.

The glowing laughter warmed their faint little hearts,
And gave them the strength to fight love's last chance.

Lily and Ernest didn't let go of each other,
They held on to the flickering flame once more.

And gave their love the fighting chance,
They needed to make it forever last.

This post was a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative 
for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda and it got selected among the top two entries for WOW.
Here is the link: WOW winners for 'Creative Writing'

This post is also a dedication to love. This isn't just about Ernest and Lily. It is about us. Our relationships. Don't give up on love. Don't put out the fire, fan the flames instead, in the end you'll see it was really worth it.