Thursday, November 15, 2012

My Old Friend, The Guide

(A poem that was writen a long time back in 1996 by a 12 year old kid)

I used to see the poor man,
Begging everyday in the street.
Whenever I went out for a walk,
We used to talk everytime we did meet.

We spoke of this land of spirituality,
We spoke of night and the stars that shine.
We spoke of the wheat stalks in the field,
Standing in an innumerous line.

We also spoke about the long rivers,
We spoke about the mountain chain.
He wanted to go there and see their beauty,
But as he was a poor man, it was all in vain.

The only thing he had was a cap,
Which he used to wear in the hills as a guide.
Although he had come back from there,
He still didn't move his old cap aside.

Then came one dreadful winter night,
When I was away from my house.
When I returned I found him lying,
Covered in snow in the streets like a mouse.

I took him home and gave him food to eat,
But it was all a way too late.
My old friend had died of cold,
Screaming and shouting in the cold for a little heat.

But still in my memory he prevails,
I erected his tomb in his country of Wales.
I still remember him now and then,
To forget such a goid man would really be a shame.

True Love

True love leads to the sacrifice of the love that we give,
It takes less and yet gives us so more;
An everlasting feeling of eternal love,
Turns our heart to an open door.

The willingness to give up yourself,
To lay down your own life and happiness;
In order to touch another person's heart,
Is the true love in form of the sacrifice.

This is a chance that God has given you,
To reach and touch another soul;
Shall forever be changed by kindness,
The life your love has made whole.

Every life is but a circle,
Every life is just part of the chain;
Every link is joined by sacrifice,
That causes man to love and to change.

Let us turn and reach out with a hand of love,
In order to touch one another's life;
Which Will cause the circle to be complete,
In an act of loving sacrifice.

Monday, October 15, 2012


Tonight I had my chance to witness 
The moon in full bloom;
Felt awed by its resplendent beauty 
Lighting up the night sky. 

I had my chance to be moonstruck 
By the beauty of the Moonflower; 
So exotic, pure and so rare; 
So heavenly like the Holy angel. 

Tonight I have seen the Moonflower bloom. 
I have witnessed its beauty piercing 
My heart like cupid's arrows; 
That leaves me with sweet mortal wounds. 

There are times when I felt forsaken. 
When the moon went down and the sun arose, 
Burning away the soft night skies, 
And the Moonflower along with it. 

Sometimes I wonder what would happen, 
If the sun had no moon to chase every day. 
Our night skies would be dark forever, 
As the starlight is no surrogate 
For the blooming moonshine. 

And that is when the sun in me, 
Would slowly turn out to be a white-dwarf; 
Just a cold empty shell of a being, 
That grieves for its lost love. 

I would really long,for that friendly smile, 
On those cold days, to reignite, 
The warmth held within my heart. 
But, I am afraid I may have lost mine, 
In the collection of false hopes; 
My Moonflower has slowly withered away. 

Dedicated to my beloved Moonflower. May you be happy and in full bloom wherever you are.

Friday, May 4, 2012

Kate's 4th Birthday

Time to bring out the band
It’s right time to sing and dance
Happy Birthday little Four Year angel
Cos I’m your biggest fan
At just four years old
You’re so fine
Wishing you a Happy Birthday
And Have a really fun time
It’s just your fourth birthday
And I really have to say
I’m so fond of you in so many ways
Wish you a Happy Fourth Birthday
Lets light the candles & cut the cake
This is really a very special date
A precious little princess is turning four
Birthday Wishes for someone I adore
One, Two, Three and now Four
Birthday Wishes and fun galore
To a little one who’s just so grand
Happy Birthday my little Kate