The Corona of Hope

Walking slowly along the road,
Lost in my thoughts I climb aboard;
On the ship of my mind-always in wonder,
I clutch the deck firmly, afraid to make a blunder.

Think about my loss that feared me before,
Thats crushed my soul, and my heart-it tore;
how such things do tear us apart,
our mind, our body, our soul and our heart.

"Why god..why me", I cry,
"oh god ..why..why do people die!?"
I screamed with all the strength left in me,
I can see me next falling down in the sea;
Stop myself-I try to get a grip,
I'v still got to hang on to love and friendship!

Let this make me resistant, let it prepare me so,
make me hold on to, the happy memories of before...
Give me power to bear some more,
im loosing grip..oh I know;
you will be watching me from up there,
nursing me with atmost love and care;
But yet I'll never be able to live life now,
as with you gone Im lost somehow!

The sunlights dead-night is falling upon the shore,
I've had a lot of losses, but this hurts more;
I can see water all around me, not a ray of hope,
you were the one I could hold on to-you were that tender rope!
You were my strength, my purpose of living life,
in your absence I would never be able to strive!

Now as I reach my destination, I pray,
Pray..to god, not to take you away;
In peace down here let you lay,
and lay..forever-you'll always be there-like you've always been,
i pray to god..let me suffer akin!

And lay beside in my black clothes me clad,
I'm staying with you forever-i'll be glad!!
as again i'll feel the warmth of your presence;
Your sweet fragrance, making my vision hazy,
your yielding voice.makes me go crazy...

I close my eyes, open them again,
thoughts of you are driving me insane!
And, for the first time now, I begin to cry,
cry..like I never cried before;
cry nonstop..I cry more.

Knowing this is going to take a lot of time,
with you not there to hug me tight;
I dont know how, I'll pass this night,
and when I'll see, the first rays of light.

The Summer OF March.

Blossoming flowers, the uncrisp leaves,
the melting dew and the buzz of the bees;
lose fit clothes and icy drinks,
people are joyous till the late sun sinks;
summer of march as beautiful as ever!

where ice cream trucks hum away,
(like) the late night melodies galore,
from high swings-late-do the children sway,
and the convivial winds rap on your door.

as the  grannys knit, the teens are out,
the rentals work and the babies shout,
the night so young with days stretched long,
the cities bask in the sunlights song.
the summer of march as beautiful as ever,
the summer of march-like no other.

The pools water so cool on your feet,
the night sleep so warm;
the ruffled leaves now so neat,
the lollies with a whole new form!
the heavenly feel of the icy sweet,
the feel of the loving breeze,
it literally sweeps you off your feet,
as, in the suns warmth you freeze!!

the summer of march as beautiful as ever.
the summer of march is like no other! 

just a Child....?

blight beginnings are not necessarily bright but the sure make an impact.
often first impressions are not always true.
my first poem drenched in truth .....if i may say so.








Gliding far away from that happy land..she stands,
not quite stand with the trembling but she'll try;
cant control herself..she begins to cry..
cry, like never before, cry in pain;
dunno whats coming up next so she cries in vain!


cries to god to take her away,
"let me forget my horrid past" she'd say.
"erase my thoughts, letme start afresh today!,
please oh god listen to me as i pray..
pray with all my might,
please dont let me out of your sight!
and so let me just forget this horrid night!
guide me in the path thats right!" she'd scream,
the pain and sorrow in her eyes would gleam.


she'd be on her knees, 
her weak but hopeful arms clutched,her furrowed eyebrows and her foreheads dented crease,
widening every second as she cries,
to forget the sin, darkness and all the false lies.
      she cries for all the mishaps of the day before,
when noone believed her but her supporters four.
the truth to be honest-she wasnt guilty at all,
noone believed her and let the law fall...


the day she was proved guilty for no cause,
the day when she was heard no more,
noone cared how she'd feel,
how hurt, or insulted, how sick or sore.
noone but her supporters four-


one-the eternal listner above -by seeing her state, burning with fury now.
two-was her soul deep inside.
who knew the truth even though everyone else lied.
three-"innocent" the one who was proved,
the one who was guilty, a cheat and shrewd.
four-is me. knowing, shes not the only one today,
people are suffering akin, each and everyday..
ME, watching with all this silence,
finding out-how to stand against this violence!


but im just a child.




i cant get out, support the ones ,
who are innocent-writhing in pain,
by the crimes theyve not committed, are driving them insane!
so just as a watcher paralyzed i sit,
seething with anger, my teeth do grit.
i scream, "common get a grip!"
and try to figure out a way,
how to open these clutches and run away!
help those people in need,
save this world, by doing such a deed.




but again..i wonder.
and give my hopes away.
as today,
no one will listen to what a child has got to say.