I - INDIAN

I stand in goverment queues, till im returned.
I get crushed in buses, locals and metros & im burnt.
My need & desperation are called resilience.
Im fired at, bombed...now I need answers to my questions.
Im strength, im one voice...I need action.
Im not caste, colour, race or religion.
I AM INDIAN.

The Last Wish...

Too many walls have been raised.
Too much distance has come in.
Its like a huge deep gorge,
You on one side...And me on the other.
And the two sides are so far apart
that we cant even see eachother.
Makes me sad.
Wish I could cry me a river
And fill the gorge
And swim across to you.
But that happens in fairylates...
My fairytale is you...
But...fairytales dont come true.

Wish there was a way
To reinvent and rediscover
A new way to reach the other side
A new way to be together
I tell myself often
Looking towards the other side
I know you're out there somewhere
Its not your fault its the fault of my eye
It cant reach you coz of the distance
and coz the gorge so deep
Wish i could cry me a river
As big as the deep blue sea.

Would've swum till my last breath
Across the waves & the tides
But cant cry me a river
The tears have now dried.

But if asked for my last wish
Surely I would say
Wish I could cry me a river
Or find another way.

Just some scribbles...

When it HITS you... It wont pain
but without pain...dude there's no gain
he slaps mah face then gives me a kiss
he strips me bare...he steals mah cannabis
i beg for da shit...at that point
he breaks into a laugh n rolls da joint
i knock his balls n make him piss
dare he steal from me mah cannabis
(dose were fun tyms wen I wrote dis…it still makes me laugh. Though the first line is not mine…)

Life is Beautiful
I can see clearer now
Colours brighten the world
Lines seem sharper
Smoother seem the curves

I hear better now
Sweet sounds of melody
The sounds of nature
And the winds of January

All smells are lovely now
Sweetness of the candy cane
Melting butter, fresh flowers
The tingling tangerine

The tastes are heightened
Everything feels so good
Extraordinary senses
I am in the mood

Mood for smiles
Mood for talk
Mood to hold hands
On the beach and walk

A panoramic vision
A want that’s invincible
To make it through
Coz now… life’s beautiful

Happiness is for the giving
Joy comes to ones truly living
great are the ones who look at all
love 'em equal, both big & small- Monica

* Thought for the day: *
love holds us strong
love holds us tight
love holds us close
with all its might
love is to share
love is to give
love is to die
love is to live
love is with both big & small
but my friend the greatest love outta all
is the one built in the mother's womb
It goes till the grave and till the tomb
it sees no colour
it sees no race
just watch a child and its mother in embrace
You'll smile
and so will your heart
if you want to love
thats where you should start
- By Ms.M for Mommy(If you love your mom a LOT...please feel free to write this poem on a little card and give it to her today)