Penned Down: Poem - I fall, But I rise

Penned Down: Poem - I fall, But I rise

Mothers are the best forever and ever,,, Amen

I had always wondered, “Why such a fuss about motherhood? It is just their responsibility.” Or so many of us think and take her unconditional love for granted. But sit back and think as I did, “Has your mother hurt you anytime, hasn’t she always turned back and smiled at you even you hurt her again and again?” Tears rolling down answered me.

She is loving, kind and always forgiving. She had conceived, birthed and loved you. Yes, she was always correcting, only because she wanted you to become what you are now. Aren’t you now a fine young lady/gentleman with finesse etiquettes, a loving spouse who can be abided on, a devoted mother with unconditional love? To make you one like this the sacrifices she had made, humiliation she had underwent is enormous.

Yes, she would have annoyed you but never hurt you. Did she have problems with your friends back then? She was only protecting you. Think back, your days as a teenager, you would have thrown your maximum tantrums to your mother than anyone else. She was patient. She hugged you when you failed, she kissed you on your tears, and she guarded you when someone pointed at you.

A ruffian, thief or a murderer, to his mother he remains a child whom she had conceived, birthed and held so lovingly on her hands when they were born. Mothers are the only souls who earnestly pray for their children’s forgiveness no matter the depth of their sins. She can never tolerate any harm on us.

• Have you made her cry out of helplessness?
• Have you hurt her or used harsh words on her?
• Have you neglected her or her health?
• Have you humiliated her in public?
• Have you criticized her on her motherhood?
• Have you felt embarrassed to introduce her to your friends?
• Have you teased her on her limited knowledge on current technologies?

If any ONE of your answer is YES for these questions, take time out on your busy schedule, take her outside, buy her a cup of coffee, and just listen to her. That’s all she wants from you for all above mentioned sacrifices she had made for you.

Happy Mother’s Day!!!

What Am I

An individual on my own
So would I be
Arrogance - Not my virtue
But tops my quality

A'int hell-bent to please others
And so I make little friends
Friends who know my whole world
And so will i take them till my grave

Patience is a challenge to me
Still I make people smile
If you know me
You and I will walk miles

I a'int an open book
Nor do I have loads of attractive traits
But I have mysteries on my own
Cherishing life with a person who has unveiled them the most...

God’s Love- Propaganda

God’s Love- Propaganda

I don’t know why people make very emotional e-mails/letters/videos/movies or even say some incidents/accidents those are which can move a person to a very sensitive/depressed/emotional/disturbed state.

For example, I recently saw a video of a “Rail Bridge man’s” son getting crushed in the bridge because he chose to save the hundreds of people in the train and that too for the mistake he had done by not watching the signal properly. This really disturbed me. Again this video ended like “God gave his only loved son to death for the salvation of all the people [innocent, sinners, rude, arrogant]. It is clearly understood that this video  was made to poke deep into everyones’ heart how it is to give a loved son to the salvation of all people and to bring people turn away from their sins.

To see this Video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GRZZ_XxjPmg.

This video more than sowing the love of Jesus and God in me, it affected and disturbed me to see a father losing his son right under his eyes and that too a horrible death. When I say this I mean to tell that the worldly love or a bond between a father and his son. Because we are more experienced in the worldly love that our parents would have shown us and that the love that we pour on our children. Isn’t it disturbing for a father or a mother or anyone for that matter to watch this? While we all understand and know the love of God towards us would God Himself wants us to undergo this amount of pressure/depression? A million questions arise in my mind regards to this.

But is there any other way to make the mass understand the depth of the love that God has for us or the sacrifice that Jesus made for us to give salvation. Or has the world has become so hard-hearted that only these type of movies/videos would bring them back to God?

If there is any other method how would I love to follow that and want others also to follow that in order to get close to God as I understand how essential it is to sail your life with Him.

PS: Whoever reads this, please feel free to post your comment as am willing to learn and evolve.

Poem - I fall, But I rise

I fall but I rise….

What can this world do unto me
When am the one who control my inner-being
I fall but I rise, I’m thrashed yet I survive
Intentions are limited, yet I go far
Emerged from turmoil
Energized by courage
I’ve learnt the furtive of sustenance
Rising like a huge mountain
Rays of hope hovering on me
There I glance down the “once-bound” worries
They now look so immaterial to me
What can this world do unto me
When its me who controls my whole inner-being.

To Our Biological Partners..........

A Gentle reminder to our biological partners

“The Lord God said, “It is not good for the man to be alone. I will make a helper suitable for him”----Genesis: Chapter 1, Verse 18

“So the Lord God caused the man to fall into a deep sleep; and while he was sleeping, he took of the man’s ribs and closed up the place with flesh. Then the Lord God made a woman from the rib he had taken out of man…’’-- Genesis: Chapter 1, Verse 21; 22

The man said, “This is now bone of my bones and flesh of my flesh; she shall be called woman for she was taken out of man.”--- Genesis: Chapter 1, Verse 23

Thus says the Bible on Creation on Human Kind. Now I see many women raising eyebrows, “So was Woman created just as a helper to man?”

Does “Helper” sound demeaning? Let’s see if it really does.

Woman a helper: To get in-depth in this, let’s first understand what a “Helper” means.

Qualities of a helper:

A helper is someone who

Gives assistance or to be of service
Contributes to the furtherance or promote
Gives relief
Eases, relieves
Changes for betterment or improve

Women by providing all these services are expected to help men grow in his personal, professional and social status.

Thus the helper should be knowledgeable in understanding the need and be able to help the person in need. Apart from having basic qualities and abilities that is required by an individual to serve her own, a woman should have additional qualities in understanding man’s need. And thus God felt men need assistance to rule this world and its creatures and also to take care of themselves better and thus created women with the special talents like Understanding men, ability to find means to help men, ability to provide peace in men’s life. Now it is fairly clear that women are blessed with these talents as in-born and not acquired.

Not only having done that, God also emphasizing the importance of a woman in a man’s life by quoting, “For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife and they will become one flesh” Genesis: Chapter 1, Verse 24.

This verse doesn’t need any explanation but plainly says “Wife” is someone who lives as flesh and blood of a man and claims the best possible relationship to a man than any other in this world. By saying so, since women are called “One Flesh” they are equal to men and they are as important as flesh and blood to a man.

But if any of the Feminists of Social activist may feel that men have forgotten your purpose of creation and you need to remind them, take the World book of Law and Living, The Bible for it is all written there, women are created with the special talents to be a helper in assist men in understanding the purpose of Women Creation to change their life for betterment and improvement.

Legal, yet Unethical

It’s normal yet unusual
They are congenial yet unsociable
Customs are tough
Yet we live with
Good and bad, both are there
And are taught with good care
Love and hate
Both equally abate
Mankind accustomed to these untold facts
As if they are universal truths
This world, a big trench of controversies
Managed to survive with proximities
And so I call them all
Legal yet unethical…

Spare my world…

I live in my own world
Mysterious, closed and pleasant
Savoring every single thoughts
Arising every nano-seconds
Each thought becoming a secret
Each incident an art
I run a world inside me
Mysterious, closed and pleasant

Trying to sneak, my love
Is snooping, prying and Nosiness
Haunting my soul all day
Sorry, I aint an open book
Stop stealing my mind
It aint for display
I own every cell of mine – So
Stop snooping, prying and Nosiness

World outside, a gentle plea
Owe me the privacy I deserve
Plunging into my inner-being
You only make me go far
Pushing me to work hard
To guard my inner-world
Gentiles, save your curiosity
Owe me the privacy I deserve

Live my life……

Life goes merry-go-around for me
I end up where I had started
Am not certain on anything
I live my stand on my taste…

Vagabond you call me whatever
I don’t really care what matter
My wants are on my way
I pick them as I go by…

Daughter, friend, wife and mother
Keep assuming I don’t bother
I don’t have any expectations
And don’t set either limitations…

Care to join me on my board
Swear don’t cost you anything grand
Shrug your burdens let them fall
Let’s go exploring the globe…

An alien though…..

Don’t belong to your world
Can’t understand your signs

I feel so foreign
Yes ……..
Am an alien though…..

My destiny is elsewhere
I live here nowhere

I yearn for my being
No…….
You aren’t my crowd……

Dizzy I feel
When I see you all real

I lived in a wrong place….
Sure….
I won’t do a double take…..

Gentiles listen, am traveling
As my mind is steadily raving

I leave my irregular possessions…
For ….
They aren’t mine anymore……

Searching for the life I lost
Am sure I’ll live my best

Ye all live merrily
Coz….
Here lies your destiny….

Gentiles listen, am traveling
As my mind is steadily raving

And am an alien though……..

Then………. I learned to say No………

Sweet-honey natured kid was I
Sugary talks being my asset
Pleased mama’s friends -Those
Bun-Haired, Jack-Headed, and fussy fastidious
Never knowing where it would lead me
Nevertheless trying more each time – After all

Sweet-honey natured kid was I
Sugary talks being my asset
Flamboyant teen girl was I
Finesse behaviors giving me help hand
Loved everyone met
Strived hard to fight for my space – In
That little world, formed by those little creatures
To yield an identity
To prove my existence – After all
Flamboyant teen girl was I
Finesse behaviors giving me help hand

And then……
I grew

Well-bred woman I am
Well aware of being courteous and polite
But little would I want to be so
For I know “It just aint everything” – Am
Losing my edge– Am
Laughing over my past

And then……..
I learned to say NO….

In the world
Still existing are they…- Those
Bun-Haired, Jack-Headed, and fussy fastidious
They will never change
I cross them over
Sensing their eagerness to please them…
I passed them on as something…
I smiled triumphantly………

And then………
I learned to say NO…………

Mysteries revealed…

When I was born
All raw and fresh
And the happiness I brought to my close ones
Whose life I had enriched by my presence
Who had fed me , who grew me....
But what an irony
Little did they know me….

When I was teen and adolescent
Enormous friends surrounding me
Relationships that I forgot to remember
A group claiming my innermost circle
Rejoiced and recounted my very presence
But how sad to reveal
Little did they know me…

Now I am young and a lady
Holding only the defined relationships
Still there is an imperceptible line I drew
Not to lose my solitude
For am afraid of becoming public
Afraid of losing my mystery
Little I wanted them to know….

Years passing by, I’d be old
My hairs turning grey
Yearned relations by beside
I’d conceal my mysteries which are enormous
Just to make them a legend
I will rest in peace and won’t miss any soul

For
Little do they know me…

To Pfenny I say I miss you…

Nearing my house
Building towering high
Darkness encircled by
All souls resting – Yet
My innermost rejoicing – For
I know
You’d lay there awake
Awaiting me in the dark…

I’d be only happy
To come back home
Just to see you
Jumping, cuddling and licking – In you
I sense the true love

Nearing my house

Building towering high
Darkness encircled by
All souls resting – While
My innermost tiring – For
I know
Your presence missing…..

I lay there awake
Wanting you honey dipped licks
There – I sense your love
I lay there awake
Your golden shiny hair cuddling me
There – I smell your affection
I lay there awake
Feeling helpless
Staring the sky at stake

Am aware of my Destiny

Am traveling nowhere….

Yet Am aware of my destiny

It’s far and long and lies the other side

Am seeing long roads passing characters by

Am trying to catch a glimpse of the trees

But it’s the speed that surpasses by

Flashing on me the relationships I passed by

Yet Am aware of my destiny

Am seeing the seeds scattered all by

Remembering my past words used

Am aware they remain thereby

Lingering in some souls in taken by

Yet Am aware of my destiny

Am feeling the hardness of the breeze

Struggling to keep up my nose

Reminding my life moments which made me freeze

I know I had live through it

Yet am aware of my destiny

As I view the greens across the bar

I remember the relations I tried to hold close

My mission was clear; I strived to hold them for far

Now I realize they are just illusions

Yet am aware of my destiny

For I had held on something tiny

Not realizing that’s my destiny

Here I lean on you

I see the roads, the seeds, the greens

That I had passed by

Now am strong, jubilant, ecstatic -With you

My lips curving by

Contended, I look upon you

My eyelids are heavy, happy I close my eyes…

For I know ………I traveled long….

Drama: The Dark side of the immovable living beings.

Portrayal:

This drama is an imaginative poetic creation based on the feelings and the emotions that might be shared between the Roots and the Stems of the Trees. It attempts to voice the submerged and unnoticed love that can be shared between them.

Characters:

This drama is focused on an old tree in the wildlife. Since the tree has evidenced decades over decades it was rooted strongly to the ground, and so is the love shared between the Root and the Stem. As we nickname our loved ones, even they had names for each other which they address themselves with true love. The root called the stem as Stymie as Stymie was always confused about something or the other and that she always wakes up with heaps of question on her little beautiful head and the stem called the root as Rootah. Rootah did not have any specific name but was derived from its scientifical name and moreover Stymie found it more masculine and romantic. Rootah desires itself as male and Stymie as his lady love.

Scene 1- Day 1

[It was one fine morning when the sun was shining warm birds chirping melody, wild creatures gazing the half-moist pastures. Stymie as usual the one who woke up first, calls for her beloved Rootah]

Stymie: AWE! Lovely the day; Birds at gay;

Oh! My sweetie pie; At bed you lie;

[Stymie trying to shake wake up Rootah. kirk;kirk;kirk……kiiiiiirk]

Rootah: Ah Yes My love; I feel the warmth

Beauty the world; And you adorn my life;

Stymie: Rootah! My Lord; I miss you aboard

I wish to see you; To hold and feel you;

Rootah: Nature so defined; Composed is our feel;

Am holding and Binding; Across you are real;

[Whining and loving was their talks thereafter; With sun waving his good-bye, Rootah says…]

Rootah: Binding is night; And Cold is might;

Sweetie you sleep; Before the beast might leap

Scene 2- Day 2

Stymie: AWE! Lovely the day; Birds at gay;

Oh! My sweetie pie; At bed you lie;

[Kirk;Kirk;Kirk]

Rootah: Ah Yes My love; I feel the warmth

Beauty the world; And you adorn my life;

Stymie: Together the birds; Chirping to gather

At night wild creatures; hug to sleep so tight;

Rootah: Together the birds; Yet not formed bound;

But we My love; Live within so closed;

[Stymie sighs oh huh]

[Rootah sensing continues…]

Rootah: Binding is night; And Cold is might;

Sweetie you sleep; Before the beast might leap

Scene 3- Day 3

[Rootah for a change wakes up first this day as he sensed something strange; He also remembered he did not have sound sleep; He wake Stymie…]

Rootah: Stymie My Creamy; You Breath the world

Sun shines on you; You vision the beasts;

Be happy; Be jubilant

For you are embellished

Stymie: Rootah! Oh Rootah!

Sun shines on me; Yet you are beneath

My joy stays in you

Beneath I come in

Rootah: Stymie My Sweetheart;

I’ve crowned you on my head

Prettifying with greens as emerald

Stay where you are; My heartthrob

[Not a word from stymie and Rootah continues...]

It’s sultry and paltry

Beneath is a mystery

I love you so dearly

I will stay with you so nearly

Stymie: Forgive me Oh My Love!

For once I close my ears

Am shredding; On you am shrouding

Oh My Sweetie pie; At your bed will I lie;

[Saying this, Stymie the long legged stem collapsed to the ground in search of her Rootah]

-Screen Closes-

Woke up to Realize……

Can one sweep away someone else’s heart?

So amazingly that you froze to realize

Love is a fantasy, yet this is more than that

As experienced, here I am at amaze

Years over Years, Thought it is a routine

To love and to be loved as an existing nature

Far yet not so far now am aware

And here I acknowledge it is divine

The Beloved so close

I swear, any hardships turns rose

Caring you are, protective you are

I’d pledge my life wherever you are

Vivid is life, Happy promises your smile

I’d live beneath any gale

With warmth of your presence

And I’d call that, as my Life’s earned essence

In a sober day like today

In a sober day like today

Sun shining fluctuating

No Flowers Accompanying

Lazy I open my eyes - And Feel

Oh! I dont want to feel any better!!!

Bitter Memories overwhelming

Remembering only the bad times in Life

Wounds feeling Raw

I Yawn upon the life to come - And Feel

Oh! I dont want to feel any better!!!

Having no reason for being so

Wait! Is this is wat People call "Mood Swing"

Well.. Doesnt Matter

It really does make me feel No Better - And I Feel

I dont want to feel any better!!!

Good things happened looking so small

Mind saying Gods Unfair

Heart ready to enter in a shell

Covering up from all the good things I tend to notice - And I feel

I dont want to feel any better!!!

Wished Nobody takes Notice of me

Being sober and frustrated for no reason

Wish i become invisible - For

None even to share a concern words - And I feel

I dont want to feel any better

Hey! I mean it!!!

I Dont want to feel any better

Am enjoying myself being sober

What is the point when i try to change bubbly

When am down!!!

Let me Feel Down!

My heart undergoing all frustration,

Irritation having upper hand

Let me undergo this for now.

And

I really wish

I DONT WANT TO FEEL ANY BETTER

Oh Ye Fools of women gender………

Oh Ye Fools of women gender!!!

Rejoice Not! For abilities are curtailed inside doors

Realm Red carpet aren’t yours

Rave at the backyard, for none to acknowledge

Oh Ye Fools of women gender

Rejoice Not! Your abilities are in shut doors

Oh Ye Fools of women gender!!!

Triumph not! For your freedom lies in papers

Tabloid is something you share as curse

Suppression is something you can’t reverse

Oh Ye Fools of women gender

Triumph not! Freedom lies only in papers

Oh Ye Fools of women gender!!!

Flamboyant not! For your talents are submerged

And if revealed, the repercussions are huge

Fogged is your life at all age

Oh Ye Fools of women gender

Flamboyant not! Your talents are always submerged

A short rhyme for Kids

Dreamy the world she dwells within

All fancies bestowing the grace within flowed-in

All lovely flowers wherever she turned in

So happy is she where she lived in

Red roses intense, carpets are glowing

Glorious her dawn in every morning

Goddess she feels with joy brimming

So happy is she with years growing

Never a sorrow, never a grief

Blissful are her days, turning as proof

Beauty is she, devoid of goof

So happy is she under her roof

Angels accompany, fairies to play

She graced down the earth with filled fancy

Shiny her eyes caught in lovely display

So happy is she in the world fantasy.

Kith the Story Teller- Part 1

About Kith: Kith is a small boy aged 9 who loved listening to stories like any other boy or girl of his age. But the problem with Kith is he loved listening to stories all the time and I swore he had made his parents exhaust all possible books and in vain he found no one to narrate him stories. One Fine day Kith had a broader view and was more worried about children of his age who possibly might run out of stories. So he decided to narrate stories for them according to his knowledge and swore that he will never repeat the stories available in the books. I meet him once a week during his journey towards forest for hunting. He will take all pains to tell me stories for which I should treat him with deer bones every week. [He had outsourced that process to me and I effectively carried out the RPO project. Don’t blame me …… Recruitment is there in my blood.]

My name is Kith and I live in a town called NOMORE nearby the sea shore. I have a dear friend called Kin and we are so close and was always together as our names signified. We studied and played together and are neighbors too. I have a pet dog named Kinny and Kinny loved Kin equally as it loved me as its Master. Iam aware that there are even rumours in the town that I named Kinny after my dear friends name Kin. Not bothering about the rumours Kin ,Kinny and I loved each other and lived happily.

It’s a fancy every boy at young age loved to adopt Hunting as a Hobby and we were no exemptions to that and we loved to hunt during week ends. Kinny who obviously did not have any clue what does hobby mean was also involved in hunting just because he was too happy to accompany me and my dear friend Kin..

One fine day all three of us set off for hunting. I always held the catapult as I was taller than Kin with Kin loaded with fine and round stones which he should have picked up on the way to my house.

Kinny was only too eager to grab some rabbits from the densed forest of which he can save the soup of rabbit whereas his master and his dear friend shared the considerable meat. We generally hunted small birds, rabbits for food and collected bones of Deer which they saved in Kinny’s den because my granny was that traditional old mother who believed that dead animals and its belongings may cause bad spell against the house.

While walking in the dense forest I found a small bird near the nest which was just trying to hop and pop eager to fly while the other few was fast asleep leaving one or two awaiting their mother. It was oblivious that the birds mother was not there in the nest. I remembered my granny’s advise that no small ones deserved living if they don’t heed to their parents and decided that this small bird is not worth living instead can make a considerable meat for him and his friend and hot and sour soup for Kinny. Kin read my mind as we were so dear and could actually read each others thought process. Kinny was wagging its tails only dreaming about the warm soups that’s going to be ready hours from then. I took out the catapult while Kin gave me one of the stored fine stone which can travel across to make the small bird ours, alive or dead.

Unaware of all this happening under its nose, the small bird looked up the sky and swore that it would reach the heights one day and be so close to the moon and stars where it believed its father and ancestors lived. Poor the small bird it was again unaware that it would reach them the same day as a soul but not by flying high. Meanwhile I aimed the catapult.. WHIPPP , the stone traveled with all explained physics and reached the small bird and TIPPP, it hit the bird. With the other birds quirking, the small one fell down THUMPPPP……. Fortunate enough the stone collected by Kin was very fine that it killed the small bird at a shot not leaving the small one to struggle with pain.

WHIZZZZ….. went Kinny to pick up his disguised soup which was flesh and blood then and brought it duly to me. I was only too happy that my aim was correct and was aware of Kin who was proud of his dear friend. Kin and I was aware that its been a while that we had collected deer bones wished to collect them exploring the dense forest. But seeing Kinny who was already waging its tail and was in the verge of mouth-watering at the sight of dead small bird we decided to go home without bones this time. I heard Kin swore to himself that next time we would collect the bones.

All of us walked back home, while Kin threw the gathered stones far away so that he may be pick new ones for next week. I am aware that he practiced this as his hobby. After all we are dear friends and are supposed to each other well. We reached my Backyard where we could see the remains of the fire all burnt up which we had used last week to churn the Squirrel. Kin and I made soup for Kinny, and while Kinny was licking the last drop we churned up the small bird’s flesh. Now it’s the feast time and we invited my granny, to enjoy the feast along with us who was always at home. Ironically Granny was only too happy to join them to taste the meat not considering the bad spell which can enter into her body and what more the dead bird would go inside her bulged tummy along with the bones. JEEZZZZZ……. A Very bad spell indeed. Though my small brains flickers this idea quite often I always waded it away because I loved my Granny Dear and Near.

After all I am a small boy and am not supposed to think murky. Aint it?