Relentless Love

Relentless Love

I feel your touch

the softness of your hands

that touch my skin.

Once again you proclaim

your love, your everlasting love.

I hear your soft voice

calling my name saying,

how you loved me from the start

that your love comes

from your inner soul.

You've told me you worship me

even my shadow and footsteps.

Your undaunted love continues to grow

Even in the midst of trials and tribulations.

I love you deeply,

From head to toe.

Starbucks House

Starbucks House

The delicious aroma of Starbucks Coffee House

Along the road close to where I work

Is a temptation to my insatiable cravings

Every morning, when I walk by

I couldn't resist my urge

I come in every once in a while

Just to sip a cup of this delicious hot liquid

Oh, I would like it black

No saturation of any kind

I'd take my friends sometimes to this great house.

I treat them with eager smile and proudly say,

"Be my guests today."

Starbucks, how you captured my taste bud

And your taste, so distinct and exquisite.

The Little Boy at the Pew

The Little Boy at the Pew

It was Sunday afternoon at church.

The 5:30 service is about to start

I scrambled for a seat near the altar

I spotted a space next to a boy in denim pants and white shirt,

The boy about six years old is my good guess.

His Mom and brothers seated next to the isle.

I asked him, "May I sit here"?

He retorted, "Yes", with a cherub smile.

In just one word, but very impressive.

We were singing the Lord's Prayer,

I glanced at him, his lips moving

His little hand and mine joined together,

I thanked him for reaching out for mine.

The little boy retorted, "You're welcome".

At the communion, he sipped a little wine

With the bread of life he dined.

This unusual experience, I'll never forget

About the Little Boy at the Pew.

To Be a Painter

To Be a Painter

Michelangelo painted the famous 'Creation' in Sistine Chapel.

Leonardo da Vinci painted Mona Lisa and her famous smile.

Inspirations are what they are

to so many artists who strived for living

Art is art but you can turn art

into money but you can't turn money into art.

Love for art is not love for money.

To be a painter is a gift from God.

That no one could ever steal it from you.

It is specially endowed to you.

To be a painter is a special talent

that God wants you to enjoy

the beauty of the palettes

and the wonder of the brushes.

Truth

Truth

As Shakespeare says, "murder will out."

That's true, sooner or later

the truth will eventually come out,

If you try to hide the truth,

You can't really hide it.

It's there waiting to come out,

It's like smoke from a fire

You can't hide the smoke,

It will come out through the crevices,

No matter how hard you try to cover up.

If you are untruthful to others,

You are also untruthful to yourself.

To be honest with you,

It's always good to be truthful,

And you would be spared from trouble.

Heat Wave

Heat Wave

Mid July, the peak of summer,

The heat so unbearable to endure,

Your skin so sticky and pungent.

In the middle of the day you wonder

If your brain is still activating,

How resilient your brain could be,

In this wave of heat that's never ending.

The heat melts almost everything in the jalopy.

The air conditioner is not working!

The chocolate in your purse...

Wow, it's melting!

Never carry chocolates when heat wave is predicted.

Oh no, your lipstick turns liquid,

It looks like bloody mary mix!

For fairness sake!

Are we battling mother nature,

Or the homosapiens' intelligence?

Farewell, Mr. President

Farewell , Mr. President 

Your departure was very sad.

Very sad to countless people who respected and, loved you.

People of all walks of life,

who chose you to be the fortieth Commander-in-Chief.

You made America a safer place to live,

You beat the Cold War

without a single bullet fired,

By means of your great communication and good vibes.

Your generous smile will never be forgotten.

Your memories will be preserved in

our minds and hearts forever. Mr. President, you are

something... You captured the hearts of your many

fellow country men. 'Cause you had so much charm and

kindness at heart. Your good sense of humor was

one of your great assets. In so many ways,

your smiles were without guile.

Glitz was not in your identity,

But you acted naturally, with decency.

Farewell, Mr. President, and Rest In Peace

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.

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