The ‘JEE’-Club

And this is Aashi,
Have you met her?
She’s been with us a while.
And though she isn’t quite eligible
We’ve figured she’d fit in alright.

With all the world of letters surrounding,
And all the wit galore,
We’ve been around her for sometime now
She joins us with amore.

Of course there have been others
Those groups so fine and young
But we know she’d stay around for a while now
If not a-longer more.

Of books, with books, for books
For that’s our motto so strong
We jabber we curse just like you
And yet you’d never be quite so sure.

For had there been any more of us
It would not have been so fair
On subjects such as mathematics
Or chemistry or environmental care

So who are we you wonder
And we won’t quite so blame you
For had you known that for certain
You’d have been joining us too.

smoldering thunder: a fire a rage

you were to be the young one,
you were to be for care
you were to be nutured and loved
you were to be forgiven, to be spared

and then you grew
and grew some more
and yet so young you were
that strength of mind
so weak you were
so strong elsewhere i know

you grew to be
am not too sure
but yet i did not fear
for wise i was
or so i thought
you needed the helping hand

you grew again
scared enough, and poison it became
the poison grew from where i no not
but it kept going through
we fought things for better
we forgot so much for you

and yet again you grew

but the crack of bone
and the crack of more
with each
a growing fear
and so that hate that swells so fast
and an anger so strong, so helpless

there i stand so old now
for the thunder smolders within

a tear falls...

that and...

no more.

I Am The Child

I am the child who cannot talk.

You often pity me: I see it in your eyes.
You wonder how much I am aware of .... I see that as well.
I am aware of much.... whether you are happy or sad or fearful, patient or impatient, full of love and desire, or are just doing your duty by me.
I marvel at your frustration, knowing mine to be far greater for I cannot express myself nor my needs as you do.
You cannot conceive my isolation, so complete it is at times.
I do not gift you with clever conversation, cute remarks to be laughed over and repeated,
I do not give you answers to your everyday questions, responses over my well-being, sharing my needs, or comments about the world around me.
I do not give you rewards as defined by the world's standards.... great strides in developments that you can credit yourself;
I do not give you understanding as you know it,
What I give you is so much more valuable..... I give you instead opportunities.
Opportunities to discover the depth of your character, not mine; the depth of your love, your commitment, your patience, your abilities;
the opportunity to explore your spirit more deeply than you imagined possible.
I drive you further than you would ever go on your own, working harder, seeking answers to your many questions, creating questions with no answers.
I am the child who cannot talk.


I am the child who cannot walk.
The world sometimes seems to pass me by.
You see the longing in my eyes to get out of this chair, to run and play like other children.
There is much you take for granted.
I want the toys on the shelf, I need to go to the bathroom, Oh I've dropped my spoon again.

I am dependent on you in these ways.
My gift to you is to make you aware of your fortune our healthy back and legs, your ability to do for yourself.
Sometimes people appear not to notice me, I always notice them.
I feel not so much envy as desire, desire to stand upright, to put one foot in front of the other, to be independent. I give you awareness.
I am the child who cannot walk.

I am the child who is mentally impaired.
I don't learn as easily, if you judge me by the world's measuring stick.
What I do know is the infinite joy in the simple things.
I am not burdened as you are with the strife's and conflicts of a more complicated life.
My gift to you is to grant you the freedom to enjoy things as a child, to teach you how much your arms around me mean, to give you love.
I am the child who is mentally impaired.

I am the disabled child.
I am your teacher. if you allow me, I will teach you what is really important in life.
I will give you and teach unconditional love.
I gift you with my innocent trust, my dependency upon you, I teach you of respect for others and their uniqueness.

I teach you about how very precious this life is and about not taking things for granted.
I teach you about forgetting your own needs and desires and dreams.
I teach you about giving.
Most of all I teach you hope and faith.
I am the disabled child.


- Author unknown

this was a beautiful piece I came across while browsing through the internet...i rarely add poems which aren't by me but this poem hit me right across my heart....its the simplicity that got me...i just hope it touched you as much...

somewhere in between....

i tried to write a poem for you...a few lines tumbled out

but then i stopped, for the words never came...i felt helpless, left out

for hurt i was and so in love

for i didnt know so much.

i shouldve been sure, and sure i am

and yet there...

lies within somewhere

a fear,

a fear? no not so much....

a draught....