Questions

how can you feel lonely surrounded by a houseful of friends?

how can you feel lonely knowing someone far away is thinking of you in every breath?

how can you feel lonely when your family hopes and wants you as whoever you are?

how can you feel lonely, so alone amidsts a crowd?

how can you feel lonely when there is so much you need to do?

how can you feel lonely when you live a life most see from afar and smile?

how can you feel lonely knowing that your dreams could be just handed to you?

how can you feel lonely,

how can you be lonely at all?

Will you help us...??

Excuse me sir, will you please listen to me
I've been hungry for too long
And all I've wanted is nothing more than to belong

Belong to all those others walking past me
Thier eyes averted
Longing looks untouched
And those who look back pity me but wont respond...

For my hunger doesnt seem real to you
It wont
You have seen so many being fooled, so many wronged
I don't blame you sir

Do go on your journey
But try and see if you could help us
We couldn't grow up like you sir
Thats where we went wrong

We haven't had a choice sir
No one ever gave it to us
But now we are trying
Will you help us sir??

Will you just work a little more sir
We won't need your money
Just a morsel of food
Just the satisfaction that this one night
We won't feel that pain so deep within us.

Will you help us maam?
You look really pretty with those beautiful earrings
Each droplet reminds me of amma's tears
For every single time my baby sister cries out of hunger

She doesnt know it yet you know
She will learn
But I wish I could change that
Will you help us...??

(It's not so easy I know...for all those low lives who've made us turn a blind eye to the true sufferers....well all I can say is carry some food in your car whenever you go out...something they can consume directly..something that won't be handed over to all those who make money out of our countries straving future...

...and then there is Akshaya Patra

Details of how the work is done to prepare food for 1,253,266 children, please visit:

http://www.akshayapatra.org/

For donations go to:

http://www.akshayapatra.org/individual-donors )

Unspoken

Lifes so good all seems alright
then why does this voice inside cry out
a fear, a dread
an unneeded hope that history would repeat itself

for if it isnt hope what could that be
a want to destroy all that goes well into dust
a brew bubbling beneath
the mind looking for a release

unchain it the voice screams
but that would destroy all
the peace the love

so why o why
should I hope to destroy
an answer no more
an answer no less

for life is flashing back
is it that I seem to have begun enjoying that
those bruises within which no one could see

A fire within
a decade or more

To where I belong...

From the way she looked at me

From the way she smiled

Her eyes held trust

For I know with the way she spoke...

Come hither and let me show you the way

Tarry no more

Let me show you how much I've needed you

How much my room seems empty cos you never came

And so I followed

A gleam of knowledge

Along with a wandering thought

I could see the joy in her eyes

For it all but said

I know you can make everything better

And so she led me to her room

Such trusting hands

Such delicate fingers

What lay ahead sent a tingle down my spine

It had been so long

But I knew I could make it beautiful

And so there she lay

Waiting to be carved

Waiting for me to complete her, mold her

My rose, darling rose..

But first the bitter part

That'll be 50 dollars for the bed ma'am !!!

:P

For the want of a smile..away from the dream....

I've stayed away so long...

Let me go home..

I've been away...

Unattached to whats always been mine

But what may never again be...

Let me go home now..

I've grown old and selfish

A fear of crying under the shower...

A fear of not bringing those close closer..

If not now...

It'll be too late..

My visions scare me

I had a dream..

I have to go home now..

How long has it been...

For every change in this world...

Choose carefully my dear

For your place in the world

Once taken doesn't change

For change is hard

The mind, the souls across you

Would never quite know how to

Would you do otherwise?

It’s not so easy my love

It’s not so simple

To change their minds

It happens

Yes

But first you would have to fight

Only if you think it’s worth my darling

For not in those minds

There would be one of yours

For if your teary my child

My precious

Each smile would be seen

Each whoop pondered upon

Would you think her mad?

And yet

It’s not just they

They, who don’t choose to laugh

For in this wide stage that bears you sweetheart

A jester would always be a jester….

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....