Poems

A second chance…

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A little sunshine peaked through my window,
Marking the dawn of a brand new day.
I sighed and I whined to get up from my cozy bed
Wishing I had another hour instead.
Hated that I had to go to a job I disliked
Thinking about my boss made my blood spike.
Complained that I had to wash all the dishes,
Felt disgusted looking at the laundry and the other messes.
I got into my car thinking how my life sucked.
Feeling I was the only one stuck in muck.

Little did I realize that my day was going to turn upside down.
Giving me all the more reasons to frown.

Lying on the hospital bed sterile and grey,
My foot stuck on a metal rod and medicines filling my bedside tray.
My mind made me go through all the yesterday’s.
All the grumbling and whining I had done brought me to shame.
I wished I was back huddled in my cozy bed all safe
I promised God that I would pray each day to get his grace.
To appreciate the things that I had without complain.
And to give up the things that are too bane.
To live each day as if there’s no tomorrow
Because when death is at your door step there is no time to weep in sorrow;
Plant a smile on my face and spread love in leaps and bounds.
For at the end of the day it is how many people’s heart you touched that counts.
Please God… give me a second opportunity to do it right…
I promise that you would not have any regrets because I will try with all my might.
To be the person you wanted me to be;
Loving, joyful and happy and just be me!

Poems

One day as a child…

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Sometimes life bogs me down,
With responsibilities and duties to everyone.
The everyday mundane things make me frown.
Making me ignore my spirit and losing my bounce.

Where is the excitement? Where is the thrill?
Where are the drums, whistles and frills?

I wanted to grow up so eagerly.
But life’s shackles has taken hold of me tightly.

I wish I could be a kid for one day,
Making sand castles, jumping on puddles and making funny shapes out of clay.

Finding joy in the littlest things
Laughing out loud by making silly songs.

Eating candies and marshmallows without a guilt.
Feeling happy to exist in this wonderful place filled with magic.
Living my life with enthusiasm
And digging myself out of this self made chasm.

Oh I wish I could be a child for one day…
And never forget that this life is indeed a grand holiday!

Poems

In my perfect world…

In my perfect world,
We will live without borders
Reach out to one another in time of disorder.

In my perfect world,
We will speak a language everyone understands
Leave our egos and love will outstand.

In my perfect world,
Not one human goes to bed hungry without food
We will strive to provide and share all that is good.

In my perfect world,
Money will not be our currency of trade
But talents and services will be exchanged.

In my perfect world,
Whatever we manufacture will be degradable
That which is not, will at least be reusable.

In my perfect world,
For every tree that is cut down
A thousand will be planted.
Animals will be given space to wander.
We will let them live without human encounter.

In my perfect world,
Every child will be cherished and taught about this magical place,
So that he grows up to protect and guard it and leaves it
better than the previous human race.

Poems

Hope

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I build cements wall for the houses
But my house stands with tin sheets
I mend and shine shoes
But my slippers are worn out thin
I harvest crops for the world to eat
But my kids go to bed hungry
I wash your clothes
But I am scared if I wash mine it will shred
Who do I question about my status?
If there is one with answers let me know
I am the worker bee and my life is being squeezed out of me
Cause I have been crushed and discarded by the society that uses me.
So save me and give me hope that a
better tomorrow awaits me.
For I need to carry my frail legs to work,
Believing someone is looking out for me too.