Spirit of Gift-Giving

Spirit of Gift-Giving

Gift giving during holiday seasons
gives you joy and satisfactions.
It's the spirit of Christmas.
I would, sometimes, exchange gifts with friends
I just go to the dollar store
and purchase the practical things to wrap.
Standing in-front of the shelf
I contemplate on buying a set of tumblers or figurines
Should I give one of my friends a set of figurines?
This would only cost me six dollars plus tax
I doubt it if they care for this kind of craft.
Went to Kacy's to brouse around
So far, but yet to be decided, a hand-embroidered linen is my
choice.
But the price too high, but I don't mind.
You see, this gives me satisfactions in life, after all
It's the spirit of gift-giving.

My Grandma

My Grandma

I was my Grandma's favorite.
As a little girl I lived with my
Grandma at her nice and cozy home.
Grandpa died long before I came into this world.
Grandma loved to bake pies & cookies.
I'd curl up in her lap while she sat
in her rocking chair, and ate the fresh
slice of pie that she baked.
Grandma would sing to me in a low tone broken voice,
until I went to sleep with crumbs around my mouth.
And she would gently brush it off to avoid waking me up.
Grandma was very special to me.
I'd pick up flowers for her
around the neighborhood for her birthday.
Her face glowed with happiness
when she saw the bouquet I brought for her.
To me, Grandma was one of a kind.

The Kite That Got Away

The Kite That Got Away

A bird shaped paper kite
blown by the summer wind
flying freely above the blue clear sky.
Going up up and away
like a balloon floating in the air.
The rope still hanging from it.
The little boy just let go
when the kite tried to drag him up.
The little boy watched his kite disappear from the sky.
Feeling of sadness painted on his face,
like losing someone he dearly loved.
I cheered him up.
Like human being,
when life has no goal,
when the world is somewhat ignoring them
they wander around aimlessly like the kite that got away
and squander their sense of value and dignity,
without even giving a second thought.

Stranger As You

Stranger As You

Sandhya my dear, a stranger you are to me.
I don't know who you are now, I'm sorry.
But we are two different people.
You don't seem to realize how fool
you are when you bragged,
how great our love was when you I bugged!
A fool you made of yourself.
You are nothing but filth.
I used to feel very good about us,
But your actions and demeaning
leave me nothing but disgusting.
Promise never to par-take in your life,
Life you have made a strife.
Stranger as you, have no place in my heart.
Let alone you down me from the start.
So follow the path where you want to be,
Until the day you reach your destiny.

The Letters

The Letters

The letters you wrote
so full of love and desire.
The message you in-scripted in linen
paper so immaculate
like white clouds up above.
With my name and your name inscribed.
The letters you wrote
straight from your heart
to my heart like cupid's arrow
that pierce into my heart.
The letters you wrote
is the wisdom of truth
that precious memories
will linger forever.

The Passion of Jesus Christ the Messiah

The Passion of Jesus Christ the Messiah

He trekked along the sharp stony path,
With the weight of the heavy cross
Resting on His holy shoulder.
He dragged the cross to Mount Golgotha,
Where He would be stoned and crucified,
With the two thieves side by side.
He died for the sins of humanity.
The sins we did not reconcile and rectify.
But, as always, our Shepherd has forgiven His flock,
We, the sheep's, He so cared and loved.

The Tree

The Tree

As I walked by a tree along the beach
Attracted I maybe
But I noticed it was an unusual tree
It has big purplish leaves, huge trunk and branches
As I look closer and closer to the trunk
I noticed some writings like a love letter to a sweetheart
with carvings of two hearts,
joined together with an arrow.
Below was the year it was carved
It was year nineteen hundred thirty two
And now it's two thousand and two.
How amazing this tree still standing and strong as ever
It maybe one of the wonders through the concept of nature.
Whoever was the carver,
He may have gone to another world
To join with our Lord.

To a Wonderful Dear Brother

To a Wonderful Dear Brother

In Loving Memory of my late brother Rakesh Bhadana
Ever since you departed to another world
everything has changed.
No one else could ever take your place,
as wonderful as you are.
We always relied on you
whenever we needed help and feedback's.
You are deeply missed by countless
friends, families and relatives
who dearly loved and cherished you.
You loved life with passion.
We'll never forget your smiling face.
We loved you and missed you very much.
When you gave there were no strings attached.
Your generosity and kindness will never be forgotten.
Wherever you are,
We know you're in the hands of our Lord Almighty.
Dear Brother, God loves you.
We will never forget you,
Until our last breathe of life.

Unrecyled Love

Unrecyled Love

She met him at a friend's party
Knowing she was with him her lover
Aggressively, she flirts with him
The smile in her face is inconsistent
She is either with her lover or with him
Her lover grabs her away from the distraction
With her face turning reddish pink
She throws a rose at him
He catches the rose and kisses it
blowing toward her face,
Like a butterfly perching on her nose
She blew the kiss back
She blushed again, that night
She is going to tell him,
Let's call it quits.

Sometimes I Wonder

Sometimes I Wonder


Sometimes I wonder
why some people are full
of empty promises.
They could never keep it.
Sometimes I wonder
why they ever exist,
Not as human being.
I don't begrudge them.
But they're just people,
and they are human being.
They can't cope with life.
Sometimes I wonder why?

I Cry and Laugh

I Cry and Laugh



Why must I cry? I cry because it hurts.
I cry because I feel the pain.
I cry because I lost someone I dearly loved.
I cry because I see pain on the face of the earth, the atrocities,terrorism, catastrophe, etc.
Why must I laugh?
I laugh because I am happy.
Happy because I achieved something I wanted to do in life.
I laugh because you are funny.
I laugh because you make me  laugh at your funny jokes.
I laugh because laughter is the best medicine.
And sometimes I laugh when I am fidgety.
I laugh because I am what I am.

Flipping a coin

Flipping a Coining




The coin that you flipped

twirls and twirls like the globe,

Twirling and spinning like our lives,

That we lost our sense of directions.

with tail up,

And when the spinning stops

Lives turn upside down.

Because you lost your bid.

Everything is dead.

There's nothing to be safe

GOD's Plan

GOD's Plan 





It was God's plan.

Grace from heaven came tumbling down

I tried to catch them with bare hands

                            But the grace from heaven eluded me.

I ask myself, is this meant to be?

                               It fell into the stranger's hands.
                            I cried no tears as it is God's plan

You can't have everything you want.

                           I bow my head with full acceptance.
                      Moral lesson to everyone, Let go off sometime

must be done.

Because what has been written

Memories of World Trade Center

Memories of World Trade Center

The lit candle is flickering
as I startlingly watch it.
I scribbled few words
in memory of those who lost their lives
at Twin Towers when both collapsed.
It brings me back memories
when I went up the 101st floor
to observe the magnificent view
of Manhattan and the island.
It's like I was in heaven
at that very moment.
I did not want to believe
that the Twin Towers are gone.
I wanted to believe, it's just a dream
and that when I wake up it's there
standing majestically.
I wanted to continue
to believe that World Trade Center
will be back soon by rebuilding again.
But it will never be the same.

Meditation for the Soul

Meditation for the Soul

I do my routine meditation
To keep my spirit in good condition.
I make myself available to beautiful things,
Listening to unpleasant sound is not my option,
But the pleasing sound of wind whispering,
in whipping willow trees.
Listening to it is most exhilarating.
The chirping Blue Jays lurking on hummingbird feeder.
So beautiful to watch them perch on flowers and branches.
They keep coming back for more for the nectar.
When my meditation is over
I will pour more sweet liquid in feeder.
This time, it's going to be the hummingbirds' turn.
I'm sure, I came to a fair conclusion,
Which is good for my soul inclusion.

Mama's Kitchen

Mama's Kitchen

She had everything you would ever want
at Mama's kitchen.
She was perfect in everything.
Knives, chopping board, pots and pans
are all in one neat place.
Spic-and-span is what we described
Mama's little kitchen.
Floor polished with non-slipped wax.
You could almost eat on the floor
She cooked very nutritious meals for her family.
Her kitchen was her pride and joy
because that's where she loved to be
most of her time doing work for her family.
She loved her kitchen like the way she loved her family.
Mama is now gone, but her kitchen
remains neat and clean.
Thank heavens, my sisters keep it
the way Mama wanted it to be.

The Smell of Freshly Cut Grass

The Smell of Freshly Cut Grass

The smell of the freshly cut grass
in spring is like a scent from heaven.
It lifted up my soul,
It boost my morale.
To think of new growth and new life
coming out in spring.
The birds, bees, butterflies and flowers
The trees with leaves of red and green
Are all God's gifts from heaven.
Enjoy we must these natures beauty.
Grateful we are to Him for the opportunity
To use our faculties, to smell, see and hear
All God's natures wonder.
The freshly cut grass I smell,
A sign of spring,
A sign of new life.

Situation

Situation

 

We are in a state of quandary

In an enormous situation we are facing everyday
The countries in chaos are affecting the world today.
The ambush and killings that happened day by day.
The continued attack on soldiers
Also the so-called peacekeepers,
Are devastating to diplomats and world leaders elsewhere.
For our sake, we need peace to live our lives
Otherwise, we won't survive,
In this chaotic world that strives.
For security reasons all nationalities
are being thoroughly sifted up
For fear of another attack.

Shame On You

Shame On You

You are as changeable as I am
But that doesn't make us compatible in mind
Nobody really wins the game,
If you and I continue to fend.
I admit, I am sometimes like you, pal
I don't want to take it that way
But it seems to me it's kind of mutual
Seemingly,life with you is impossible to foresee.
We have some in common, I should say
But it's not the kind of thing we should share
Through the years you've been so pushy.
One way or another, I will challenge you, dear
You were taunting me to change the things I do around
I certainly do not agree with the way you sound
I don't have to take it from you.
No matter what. Shame on you!.

Shadow of the Past

Shadow of the Past

 Wherever you go wherever you are.
Whether you like it or not
it's always there for you
like a private sentinel
guiding and protecting you.
You'll never walk alone
cause your shadow follows you.
The shadow of your past remains furled.
Let it unfurl your life with open-mind.
Life is sweeter when you let go of the sour grapes
Let bygones be bygones.
Don't let it haunt you forever.
With the absence of the odious past
Your happiness in life will be uncovered.
As you sail and navigate the vessel of life.