UnInt--ERR-upted!!!

I decided it was time for me to clean my wardrobe. So I set to work on it when someone called me up and asked me, "Ma'am can you spare 2 mins. We would like you to give us feedback on Whoa-Da-Fone's superior network coverage."
"Yeah, I guess"
Sighing heavily!
"Thank you very much Ma'am."
Walking to the kitchen to have a drink.
"Ma'am are you online?"
"Yeah."
Duhh!
"I am happy to inform that we have a new offer..."
Walking back to my bedroom...
A faint voice in the background "He--ll--o Ma-----dam..."
Me in reply "Yeah..errr...Hello...Hello..."
Shucks man!
"Ma'am are you there."
"Yes. I am! Please go ahead."
I decided to take the newspaper from the drawing room...while she kept talking I could check out some interesting stuff.
After much ranting from her end...I figured out that Amir Khan maintains a blog and I should check it out now.
"Are you willing to take this special offer Madam?"
"I'm sorry, can you please brief me on this once again."
Guilty I felt. Decided to walk back to my room.
"Sure! So Ma.........#%#%%^!@!"
"Huh? Hello"
"&(*&(&$@# Dam...I was...Sayi...."
"Hello"
I kept walking...the signal must be dying down...I thought
" ing that this offer"
Ok clear now...which meant signal was strong if I stood in a particular position and facing this direction. Perfect! I kept balancing myself...gave up..
"Blurr...$%$%#^@$#....errr"
"Hello..."
".................(read:silence)............."
"Hello"
Line got cut!

Well, so much for the uninterrupted network coverage you promised!

Why he lives...

He lived a very lonely life.
He laughed alone, cried alone,
He kept waiting, in vain he thought...
until one day he found her.
She hugged him whenever his heart felt lonely again.
She gave him small kisses and then would run away, it made his heart light.
She danced like she had no worries. It made him cry out of joy.
She sang hymns for him, and he silently prayed that nobody took her away from him.
She told him stories with no meanings...
She did little things for him, little insignificant things in the world's eyes...
but things, little and insignificant, meant the world to him.
She cried whenever he fell ill or fell down.
She lifted him up whenever he slipped...
With her smile she lit his days...She loved him...truly
They took long strolls together
They played silly games
They built sand castles
They never once forgot that they were 'one'
Until one day, she was gone
He kept looking for her But she was gone
Gone forever.
But before she left, she gave something that changed his life forever...
She brought back the child in him
She showed him how beautiful life is
She brought back the confidence he lacked
She made him a champ among his friends
She turned him into a star...
He was not lonely
anymore
He had got a new life
The life that she gave him
She blessed him forever
And he 'Lives'
for what she gifted him.

Sometimes...

I want to lose my self
Sometimes I want to forget I exist
Sometimes I want to cry like I'm being stabbed
I want to run away from the crowds...
I feel like blurting out my feelings
But that block...
It keeps choking me
Sometimes I ask God to take away the 'Block' out of my life
Sometimes I talk to him loudly and start crying..but then suddenly I start smiling
I see him...but I see the block more often
He spreads his wings over me at night
I get scared and clutch the rosary tightly...
Once again the wings...they pass...this time sensing his presence...
Turning to engulf someone else...
Oh God...I don't want to see the eagle again...
Sometimes I feel like I have nothing to lose
Sometimes I feel someone wants to take away what little I have
The wings...they bring fear
I feel feverish...
Sometimes I laugh out loud like life is beautiful
Then suddenly I am reminded of the wound
The eagle smiles at me
Mocking
I search frantically for him
I see him
Fighting hard to keep the wings away...
But my deliberate efforts deepen the wound and the wings
They come the next night...
Sometimes...
I am possessed...
By good and bad
I can't tell which is what
But
Sometimes...I am not me.

Latest Trend: Office-Spouse...

Forget the latest fashion trends, forget the latest 'Gym' workouts, forget the 'what's cooking'...what's catching up is the 'out of the bags' trend ... 'Office-spouse.'

Having a pseudo-wife or pseudo-husband at work may not only make you happier with your job but may even improve your chances for promotions and raises, according to a report Friday.

-Source CNNMoney.com

If you belong to the ocean called 'corporate' then this should be a familiar term to you. Office-spouses or Pseudo-spouses. I sit in India and work for an American MNC and keenly observe how inside this very Indian infrastructure filled with Indians is a very apt depiction of the American culture or atmosphere.

How the word came into existence: Some people started losing the spark in their 'very-fairy-tale-ending' marriages after a couple of years. The spark seemed to dry away because of inoculation of responsibilities, and everything else that the rather disguised package of marriage brings with it. They say change is the only thing that is constant. So now change becomes a more of a necessity. But what fascinates me the most is the fact that man keeps looking for the same kind and type or species of the object that actually caused him the supposed frustration. 'Woman and work. '

When he finds the right fit to his needs, the woman becomes his office-wife and the job brings him the much need satisfaction, 'job satisfaction.' I do not really understand how having the so-called element 'Wife' in office brings mental peace? I mean, don't men claim that they go to work because they want some peace?

Very ironic.

My second poem...

The Beggar

I saw him in the street
Begging for alms to meet his needs
All he wanted was a crust of bread and a bed
And two eyes to look at him,
And for him tears shed

He walked up and down the road barefoot,
And did not bother to see where he stood,
He lost everything in life,
His wealth, his money and his wife
Dignity was something he possessed no more
And happiness he couldn't look for anymore

His ideas soared up the skies
But the world did not stand by him,
It only did misguide
Never had he expected life to be this way
But it has been so since his graduation day.

My first Poem

This is the first poem I wrote in my life. I simply named it Love...Here goes...

Love

He saw her walking down the street,
It was like Love at first sight,
His heart beat like the fastest steed
And his face shone bright.

He stood by his gate watching
And only hoped that one fine day they'll meet each other
To express his thoughts
And to tell her, his Love.

When he smiled at her
She smiled back too
And then bloomed in his heart
Love that was so true

And then he planned their future
For he knew, that they were made for each other
He knew he'll keep her happy each day,
For he was so faithful in Love,
That for her his life he would lay.

But when he expressed his thoughts to her,
She knew not what to say,
For she had been engaged earlier
And her marriage was the next day.

Lead me not into Temptation...

Would you like a cigarette?
No...maybe...No! I do not smoke...
You don't! Man...You should try it...
??!!!?? Err...
I see you are thinking...So then may be you should...C'mon try it...
Please No. I have to leave.

Ah! There she goes, conservative, goody-types, has no flavor in life, is not adventurous...Such a boring being! Pufff!

Boring? Says who? Where is it written that if you do not smoke you are boring?

Let me tell you...You who thinks life is all about having fun...

You are wrong!

Life is all about 'Living'...how will you understand?

You are keen on killing yourself each day.

I do not wish to see the day when my parents take me to a hospital just because I have slight difficulties in breathing and they discover I have destroyed my lungs...I do not wish to see the helplessness in their eyes...

If cigarettes were so good, why didn't my parents teach me how to smoke?
You HYPOCRITE...why don't you teach your kids how to smoke? Why don't you let your kids experience the same pleasure you experience? You won't! Because you want your kids to go to the best school and the get the best education possible... You will only teach your kids how to be successful in life... Really why don't you just present your daughter a packet of cigarettes on her birthday? Because anyway, she will end up smoking...

You failed the tests in your life... You took to temptations so easily... and you call ME boring???

What a day I have to see, when smokers taunt non-smokers...Do you not realize 'You are a coward' who does not know how to face the challenges in life and resorts to suicide as the only way out of the maze called life?

You accept defeat in life and you MOCK me? You don't even have a LIFE...and you MOCK the living me?

You are only 20 but you already look 40...and you say I'm boring? You lost your YOUTH and you say I've no flavor?

Only remember, the day you die, I will still be young...I will still have a life...

I'm feeling blah...

My tee reads I'm feeling lucky...but I'm actually feeling blah!
Blah is when you have thoughts piling at the back of your head...actually a clutter of thoughts...
and you have no idea what to say or do...
the thoughts disturb you and tire you...
I'm feeling so blah!
I'm listening to 'rumors' and I've been listening to it all morning...
Every time I listen to this song I can only relate myself to these lines:
'I just need to free my mind...Can you please respect my privacy? Why can't they let me live.'

Why can't they let me live? I think I carry some sign on my forehead that reads 'Kill me.'
I need to free my mind...my mind lives in this cage called perpetual confusion.
I must bring break it open...But ...I'm feeling so blah!

The blah-ness has taken total control of my head and body...I can't even finish this post appropriately...

So blah!

Busy-ness...

Everybody is busy...the current trend among all of us...for no rhyme and reason people want to look busy and occupied...even if they are only checking out online profiles, or chatting or watching videos!

I'm happy at least God is not busy...considering the amount of work he has to do everyday!

The mail...

I was so upset and dull and I desperately wanted to talk to God...rather I wanted to write to him...
I don't know why but I ended up writing to Paulo Coelho... I don't know what I wrote but I'm sure I wrote everything my heart wanted to speak...
I wrote a letter to Paulo Coelho!
I must be mad and I completely forgot about it!
The very next day my mail box reads a new incoming message from 'Paulo Coelho.'

Dear Hepsiba,

Thank you for your kind email.

Always follow your dreams and fight for them with faith.

A Warrior takes every opportunity to teach himself.

It's the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life
interesting.

The secret of life is to fall seven times and to get up eight times.

Paulo Coelho

He wrote back...and it felt like God wrote back...he must have...

in fact 'he has.'

I can't stop crying out of joy...Who would expect him to write back to an ordinary girl's painful mail?

Opportunity lost...Smile regained

It is so difficult to give someone an opportunity...an opportunity that could change a person from being mediocre to becoming a star...
But
Sometimes opportunities that come in 'satisfaction guaranteed' or 'You are sure to become succesful' packages are deceptive...
Some opportunities come in ugly disguises but turn out be most fulfilling in terms of success...
There was once a boy who was uneducated, unemployed and spent days in hunger yet did not want to beg
He went into a temple and found that the temple required someone to ring the bell...he thought he would make a wonderful bell-boy. He asked the concerned person. The boy was sure he would fit the role and his heart filled with joy. But he was rejected on grounds that he was uneducated. He cried and kept crying all day long.
After he cried out his pain, he remained quiet for sometime and decided he would pedal goods from house to house and in this way he would earn enough money to buy himself some food. He started selling flowers. People would ask him to buy goods for them from neighboring shops and he would deliver them back home. With the money he earned he opened a mobile shop; on cycle. He soon opened a small shop in his village selling all sorts of amenities. His business picked up and he kept growing. At one point in time, he owned a chain of retail stores and was a leading business man. He was extremely famous, earned lot of respect and once during an interview someone exclaimed "You have grown so much without education. I can imagine how successful you would have been, had you studied."
With a big smile he replied, "I would have been a bell-boy."

The boy had an opportunity to ring the bell at the temple and earn money but he was not given that opportunity. And thank goodness for that!

Lot of us go through this in our lives. I have not been given so many opportunities. They could not feel the pain I went through. They could not see my tears...They could not see that my heart bled...they wanted some 'education.' Some superficial qualification. They failed to see the heart's yearning to learn. But...I know these are opportunities that ultimately do not give you any satisfaction or joy.

I don't know if this post is well written and I don't care because when I started writing this, I was crying uncontrollably but now I am smiling.

And that is what matters.

One down...

I knew one day she would leave...but I didn't know that time would fly so fast...today she left...and I cried like a child...because she is my friend...she used to accompany me during lunch, during meetings in office, during the numerous breaks we took just to relax...she was always there.
Tomorrow she wont be here.

I'll miss her.

Line of thought...

When I published the post 'Kingdom of the Mad' I was extremely hurt and upset about how things were taking shape in my life...yesterday I was reading a book...if you did not realize...I am with books all the time because I can travel to distant places by simply being a part of the book...yes, so I was reading a very interesting novel on forgiveness...there was a simple line that caught my attention "Human wisdom is madness in the eyes of God."
So true...we sometimes forget that we can never be greater than God who sees it all, he must be having a good laugh up there, for the kind of clowns all of us are. Man thinks he can make the perfect rocket, the unsinkable ship, the flawless government...of course man has acquired all the knowledge that is necessary to 'create' new things...but the difference lies here...man will never be able to stop a rocket from crashing back onto earth, man will never be able to save a ship from sinking, man can never save a city from being destroyed by a natural calamity...man will remain a man forever...
On similar lines, there is nothing wrong in saying the world is mad...and after reading this line...I'm happier than before because I live in a mad world and I cannot expect things to go right!

Pseu-dude

This world is full of pseudos...I have seen so many,
Some who leave their simple modest friends because they want to be a part of the 'rocking' gang in college...
Some who study and work hard only because they want to prove a point!
Some who mock at people who study...
Some who 'have to' buy expensive goods or eat out at expensive restaurants because otherwise the society might classify them into the 'not-so-happening' lot...
Some who do not know how to drive but demand their daddies to get them cars for their b'days because they want to look cool...
Some who forget their mother-tongues...all of a sudden, they have an accent and their mothers become 'mom' from 'amma'
Some who think getting married to guys working abroad elevates their status! (This is the funniest bit!!!)
Some who go do random courses because everyone else is doing it...or at least the 'hep' crowd is doing it!
Some who 'have to' go abroad for a vacation because apparently vacationing in India isn't very appealing...
But crib on not finding an Indian restaurant there!
Some who even changed their names!

Talking about 'names'...

A friend of mine once commented that my name was extremely weird and I should probably hang my head in shame to have such a funny name
(My friend...actually another pseudo!)
Weird name? No name can be weird or funny...
She did not realize that my name is a simple conversation between him, divine, and a humble girl.
The conversation is in Hebrew and he tells her 'my delight is in you'
And that is precisely my name!
'Hepzibah' or 'My delight is in you.'
To think my parents named me so... fills my heart with complete peace.

Coming back to what pseudos do...
Lets call them 'dudes'
So the dude is a happening person
The dude knows everything about whats happening at a local pub or when the next band is gonna perform in palace grounds.
The dude can smoke and look 'cool'
Irony!
The dude can 'hang around' with anybody
The dude has all the rights to mock at a 'not-a-dude'
The dude has the best sense of humor
The dude does not enjoy the beach
She/He would enjoy it only when there's a 'beach party' on
The dude does not like the rain...because she/he would have to stay indoors
The dude is a know-all!
But
The dude doesn't know who she/he is!
Funny...the world has identified him/her...But sadly enough the dude cannot identify him/her self!
Living with absolutely no identity...
she/he is just riding the wave
and running a race towards the unknown...

Self Analysis...

An honest analysis...

I am...

a) An Introvert:

Introverts are directed towards the subjective world.

I am interested in my own thoughts and feelings
I need to have my own territory
I often appear reserved, quiet and thoughtful
I do not have many friends
I have difficulties in making new contacts
I like concentration and quiet
I do not like unexpected visits and i therefore do not make them
I work well alone

b) Intuitive type

Intuition is an ability to deal with the information on the basis of its hidden potential and its possible existence.

I am mostly in the past or in the future
I worry about the future more than the present
I am interested in everything new and unusual
I do not like routine
I am attracted more to the theory than the practice
I often have doubts

c) Feeling type

Feeling is an ability to deal with information on the basis of its initial energetic condition and its interactions.

I am interested in people and their feelings
I easily pass my own moods to others
I pay great attention to love and passion
I evaluate things by ethics and good or bad
I can be touchy or use emotional manipulation

d) Perceiving type

Perceiving types are motivated into activity by the changes in a situation.

I act impulsively following the situation
I can start many things at once without finishing them properly
I prefer to have freedom from obligations
I am curious and like a fresh look at things
My work productivity depends on my mood

I am of the Intuitive-Ethical Intratim type and this what Psychologists have to say about me...


+ You are a very romantic person and have an excellent imagination. You appreciate beauty in both art and life. Your creative nature cannot stand greyness and regularity. You always bring an element of elegance and originality to any situation. You understand others moods and dispositions well and will often use your good sense of humour to uplift friends and family. You posses a rich variety of emotions and you can apply it to many situations. You depend greatly on your emotions to guide you. Sometimes you show great feeling for people and may often idealise others. Wherever you go you often create an atmosphere of elation and optimism.

- You have a tendency to be led by lofty aspirations to an easy life. You often complain about your emotional and physical state. Eventually you can cause people to tire of you and even doubt your honesty concerning your well being. Sometimes you waste lots of time on small talk and fruitless dreaming instead of realistic activity. You have difficulty forcing yourself to do uninteresting, everyday chores, especially if finances and household economy are involved. You often cannot resist buying something that catches your eye sometimes causing you to exceed your budget.

Curse

"Hell with you...you will never ever lead a happy life...die a rotten death..."

What do we do when we get angry? What do we do when someone inflicts pain? What do we do when we are hurt by someone's loss caused by that drunk driver? What do we do...???

Have you ever felt like cursing someone?? Someone who took away your happiness, someone who made you cry, someone who took you for granted, someone who abused you or told you that you are a piece of junk who is good-for-nothing and cannot do anything right...Have you cursed this someone???

If the answer is 'Yes'...then my friend...read on...
even if the answer is 'no' you may still want to read further...

A person (lets call him Layman1) meets his friend(Layman2) over dinner and while they talk about distant fancy things they are quick to pick up a quarrel and Layman1 swears on Layman2 and calls him a rogue, an idiot and a total ass. Layman2 smirked and said ..." Thank you for your appeal but I have the right to discard this. And hence I do not accept this appeal that you have just made."
Of course, just like you and me Layman1 did not understand what he just said.
So...Layman2 continues ..."I offered some gifts to God, but it so happened that God was displeased with my gifts as they were not desirable and he decided to return it. Where do you think God will bring back the gifts to?"
Layman1 "To you of course, because you made the rotten offering."
Layman2 "Exactly. Just like how you cursed me but it was rotten and I did not like it, I gave it back to you. My friend you have just called yourself 'a rogue, an idiot and a total ass."
Layman1 was embarrassed.

The point is clear. Do not curse anybody no matter what amount of pain you are going through. I was taught at a very early stage that if I cursed someone I was bringing God's wrath unto myself.

Though you may argue that curses do come true...think about it...if you curse someone swearing they should lose their job/money and lets say the same comes true...imagine the pain the person you cursed must be going through...and you are automatically subjected to misery because you brought disaster unto your brother and who are we to punish people? anybody who does not take care of his brother has to suffer...because we are all responsible for each other.

This is very complicated...I can sense it too...but the only thing I want to believe in is I should never bring pain unto others and I must never curse!

Sadly enough, I have cursed some people and regret for having done so...All I can do is pray for them and their well being.

And so you decide!

Kingdom of the Mad...

Here's a story I read and I strongly believe it applies closely to the world in general....

'A powerful Wizard who wanted to destroy an entire kingdom, placed a magic potion in the well from which all the inhabitants drank. Whoever drank that water would go mad.
The following morning, the whole population drank from the well and they all went mad, apart from the king and his family, who had a well set aside for them alone, and which the magician had not managed to poison. The king was worried and tried to control the population by issuing a series of edicts governing security and public health. The policemen and the inspectors, however, had also drunk the poisoned water and they thought the king's decision were absurd and resolved to take no notice of them.
When the inhabitants of the kingdom heard these decrees, they became convinced that the king had gone mad and was now giving nonsensical orders. They marched on the castle and called for his abdiction.
In despair, the king prepared to step down from the throne, but the queen stopped him, saying: "Let us go and drink from the communal well. Then, we will be the same as them."
And that was what they did: the king and the queen drank the water of madness and immediately began talking nonsense. Their subjects repented at once; now that the king was displaying such wisdom, why not allow him to continue ruling the country?
The country continued to live in peace, although its inhabitants behaved very differently from those of its neighbours. And the king was able to govern until the end of his days.'

Courtesy: Paulo Coelho


Such is the world. The deserving people do not get their reward here because the world is mad. I believe there is a greater reward for each one of us, who know that what little we do, we do it from our hearts.

Sane people are really considered 'MAD' in this world!

And the only way you can survive here is...to become mad...

Absolutely MAD!

The donkey brayed loud into my ear…

...and even kissed me good morning!

No…I’m not wedded to a donkey! That’s what I call my squeaky toy…that brays! It resembles a donkey, well, it is a donkey except that it has no tail. What else can you name it…a fish?

I still remember the day I got Donkey…It was my “farewell” gift. My friend Hadie shifted to another home. Of course he had to forget something. He left behind Donkey!

Donkey became mine! (I never told you it was “My Farewell” …It was Hadie’s…and donkey was my gift.)

Have you ever seen a black Donkey? No??!!

Thank goodness! I knew my donkey was unique.

He got burnt while watching the chimney. (He’s always curiously looking out for Santa Claus.)

Well that morning after Donkey woke me up, I went down to have my breakfast.

I ate. I was merry.

That’s all Folks!

No…Not the end!

I even had lunch and dinner.

But something unusual happened that night. After dinner was served…

No dessert was served! Sigh…I had to go to bed on a hungry stomach. I wished Donkey a good night but he wouldn’t respond.

Who cares! I needed sleep. Next morning….The Lion roared loud into my ear.

No. Not another squeaky toy. That’s what I call my alarm clock. Wondering what happened to Donkey? The batteries died. Donkey Died. Father cried.

Not funny? But it rhymed!

What if tomorrow Lion died? One by one I would be left with no-one to bring me to light.

The good solution: Buy a live donkey and a lion. May be, not a lion!

Better solution: Buy only a donkey.

Best solution: Buy new batteries.

Donkey, Lion…and batteries…..that’s all I need in life!

Curled his lip in a supercilious smile...

When boredom at office led me to paint...
Then was born this 'masterpiece'...so I would like to call it...

Gone...

I see a tear rolling down from your eyes
It touched your cheeks...made them wet
I didn't like it...So, I turned away
But I noticed something...
your eyes...
there was a twinkle in your eyes...
I saw love...
There was so much love in you that it overflowed
those tears were not mere drops of water
they were trickles of love
I wondered how you possessed so much love
And then, I saw another drop of tear from your eyes
I stretched out my hand to catch it
I couldn't...I tried hard to reach...I failed...
just then I realized why you had been crying...
I fell on my knees because it broke my heart
And I cried too...

If only I was beside you...

Ramblings...of my heart

I know not what to write,
nor what to say...
Life seems to have lost its bright
Lost are times, merry and gay
Gone are days when a simple smile
fetched people queued in a mile
to please and render affection
Childhood, source of every consolation
There were days when my heart felt that the antonym for happiness was happiness
I yearn for the time that flew away
Which has now left me in loneliness...
There came a time when choices were to be made
And in haste, I did, make some choices...
My best plans were not laid, again
A committed blunder, from the path of happiness
I skid

Desperate...

Someone please help poor her...from the pangs of love
Pangs of love??
She stays up all night desperate to hear that arduous voice uttering nothing but "Go Away I do not wish to talk"
Abused...misused...rebuked...hurt...Love struck
Weak in mind she is? No...yea
seeking support from a source who knows not how to stand firm
Foolish...nah...In love
You are a shame...he yells
disgusting...and I hate you...
Someone help poor her...she is deaf to these words
Soaked in desperate need of male domination, lack of it
she cannot withstand
she might as well die...
pangs of love...bitter...blind...
someone help poor her...

Home for the forsaken...

Somewhere in the corner of the huge church campus stands a simple two storeyed building with a rusty board that reads "Home for the old aged."
I stepped into the home...an obligation to feed them, so they may bestow their divine blessing.
Old men and women, shrunk and disfigured, muttering among themselves, look at me suspiciously...
I must have looked like an intruder into their sad and sullen lives
It was like they enjoyed loneliness...thrown away from homes...no one to look after them...All alone and lonely...forsaken...yet they seemed to pass...
I noticed among the aging crowd one poor woman...extremely good looking...She was sitting by the window...as if waiting for someone...
I went up to her and sat down...undecided whether to start a conversation...
I finally said "Hello"...no reply...I thought she was deaf...
"What brings you here child?"
She was 78...and if you heard her speak through the radio you would think she was only 30!
"My parents decided to prepare lunch for all of you...you know its easter...and we can all have a good lunch together...my parents cook well..."
I think I spoke too much...
She only said "God bless you all."
She was so pretty...angelic...
I think I saw God...I looked around and noticed that all the other inmates were smiling at me...for the first time...may be for the last time in my life too...I felt as though I was in Heaven...
I promised myself I'd visit this place every year...
We had lunch...and it was time for me to leave...I went to seek her blessings...she looked at me and said "God bless you child" and kissed me...I wanted to cry..."Come back tomorrow Rita"
Rita? "I'm not Rita. Who is Rita?"
"I know you...you are my grand daughter...you came with Freddy to leave me here...forever"
I left...with a heavy heart...full of hatred for Freddy...some affluent businessman settled in India with his Pg 3 wife and spoilt kids...
I went home and prayed for all whom I had met that day and silently cried...them parents of some selfish children reluctant to keep them, a burden on their bejeweled, wealthy shoulders...
A year passed...some killer wave washed away 1000s of lives...Tsunami they called it...
washed away the home for the old aged...
washed away the forsaken...
those sons who left behind their parents...had no way they could rectify their mistakes...the wave washed away their joy...
such a grave mistake...but no forgiveness...
I was Rita to that divine being...she left me...
lonely...forever...

Home for the Forsaken- St.Joseph's Home for the aged, Vailankanni

Love..where is it?

Love came down from heaven...
Expecting people to live in harmony in a peaceful and calm environment...
Love knew all was well...after all, he dwelled in every being's heart...
The heart that is so tender and beautiful...
Your heart is full of Love my friend...
Love thought so...
But to his dismay...
Man had already been enslaved by darkness...
Nobody wanted to be known as a loving being...
Love was but a stain now...that was instantaneously washed away by evil..
He could not even spare his own mother...
He drank his father's blood...the gruesome being....

"How?
Why..my dear friend?
I remember filling your heart and soul with light and love...
Love that was God sent...
I remember you promised me never to hate...For hate begets hate...Blood and Gloom
You told me you would take care of your brethren...he is your responsibility...
Why did you throw me away?
There is no fragrance here...I can only smell cruelty...
I am shattered...
I have lost..."

Alas..Love went back...
I asked myself why...

I only cried...