Gazing at the stars

Gazing at the stars,

Heavenly bodies also surpassed,

Bound with inner scars,

I have loved you outlast.

Wondering if wishes come true?

I was standing in every mist with you.

You being the moon face,

Remember, you called me moonlight in grace?

Where are you my admirer?

We had been into our future rather,

Life showed its turns,

We could have fought with its burns.

But unknowingly you ran away,

Leaving me behind with clouds of grey.

Every night I see your face,

Under the beam space.

Wondering your well being,

I am still amazed,

Can you once meet me again?

And explain the relation,

We once acknowledged with that rain?

Dream, My Dream

A dream so close,

Comes and goes.

But pinches in heart,

Like a sweet dart.

Reality is and was missing,

But my aspiration was rising.

Expectations were many,

But how can I forget,

That all was imaginary.

Life couldn’t offer,

But my dream did deliver.

Togetherness of my beloved being,

In a closet of our loving ring.

Smile was also prudent,

In my illusion.

I was filled with diluted happiness,

World seemed engrossed in their own craftiness.

The moments in my dream,

Were special like a morning’s beam.

I opened my arms,

And welcomed the dreamy charms.

The breaking up of my fantasy,

Couldn’t collect my visions,

As was now quite hazy.

But deep down, my spirit,

Knew and felt the magic

Of dreaming a beautiful exhibit.

My poetry published in a book ‪#‎compendium‬ :) Big Dream but I have started small... thanks to c a gallagher for publishing my work.

https://www.amazon.com/com-pen-um-gabe-thomas/dp/1533391637?ie=UTF8&ref_=cm_cr_arp_d_product_top

Religion – make a choice

Systems of faith and worship,

have led to many warships.

Be it any Hindu, Muslim,

Sikh or Christian.

You are forced to follow

the tradition.

You have today’s upbringing,

modern thoughts and beliefs running.

Choices are many,

to be from an artist,

professional, intellectual.

To create your niche in any.

Give it a thought,

Then why to follow,

And not to sought.

Make your choice,

With courage and smile,

Don’t burry your voice.

Follow your heart,

And inner desire.

Be a Hindu – Muslim,

Sikh-Christian.

Or follow the trend of Buddhism.

Above all be

a part of section

called

being secular in direction.

Two choices:

Following your heart

Or believing in all as one art.

Can bring

And certainly will string

Together the lives

Creating peace & less of strive.

A Man in Army

Longer the waiting,

Sweeter the kiss.

I will wait for you,

And everything that I miss.

Every moment is special,

Your touch and love.

I have cherished it all

And kept them close,

Oh! My true love.

People consider me weak,

And show their pity.

But I am strong enough

To face the world’s gritty.

When I sit along the shore,

Moving my hand

In the sand filled land,

Still I feel your touch,

When you are away for war.

Every single news,

Of yours well being,

Makes my day

Full of meaning.

All my prayers and hopes

Are brighten with your existence,

Even if there are distant slopes.

You are the man in army,

Full bounded with responsibility

Towards your people and land,

Makes me proud in grand.

A man in army,

Is worth waiting for

In this long journey.

Learn to Distinguish

Inspired from some quotations and article ‘3 important things I am going to teach my daughter’ published in The Champa Tree, here’s a small poem for all daughters and sons J

Dear daughter,

When you choose

Your Mr. Right,

Please be clear and bright.

Don’t go for a man, who flatters you,

The one who compliments is right for you.

Flattering will always harm you,

But the right compliments

Will enhance the personality inside you.

When you choose

Your Mr. Right,

Please be clear and bright.

There can be a man,

Who will spend lavishly on you,

And can be a man,

Who will invest in you.

The right one will always

Invest time, love and interest in you.

When you choose

Your Mr. Right,

Please be clear and bright.

A man who abuses,

Physically or mentally,

Is not a worth to be a human,

Can be announced openly.

Rather choose the one,

Who knows love, mutual bonding, respect

And is mature enough to handle

A relationship to core.

When you choose

Your Mr. Right,

Please be clear and bright.

Don’t go for a man,

Who treats you

As his private property.

Rather choose the one,

Who treats you properly.

In the end,

A message to all our sons,

Just be the right kind of man,

And see the flourishing

Persona of your woman.

The Re-Meet

This is one of my favourite scene so have penned down this emotional scene in form of a poetry. Hope you will enjoy reading and remembering this beautiful scene of the most beautiful couple in Hindi Cinema.

I met him after years,

My eyes were wet with tears.

My smile was short,

With several questions

In my heat to sort.

Every step I took

Towards him.

Brought my soul

To peace within.

He was looking at me

But not in my eyes

To dream.

His eyes were trying

To respond,

But eventually,

A tear rolled down.

I saw his that tear,

Which gave me jitters,

I swear!!

When was a foot apart,

I forward my hand to start.

 

He opened both his arms,

Wanted to hug,

But swiftly

Changed it to one hand,

To handshake,

His once beloved in grand.

I was speechless,

He was speechless,

We both were

Bound to be clueless.

I introduced him

As a friend.

Our love has taken

Full round from

Love to relation

Of an unknown blend.

Betrayal

I was in a mist,

To ruin or continue,

With the life’s twist.

My tears were not seen,

But my mistake was on Sheen.

I was surrounded by

Cruelty of words,

Uttered by those,

Who promised me

 Bed of rose.

Every action of mine,

Was given a different form,

Even my beloved,

Didn’t had courage

To differentiate between

Right and wrong.

The one who couldn’t,

Stand by my side.

Took me for granted

And destroyed my life.

Now, I am back,

From where I started,

But with a spot,

As I was a target.

Life sometimes

Seems meaningless,

But my courage,

Wouldn’t be any less.

I will build my dreams again,

And will ask almighty

To fulfill them with my gain.

Rainy Memories

Water was flowing,

And rain was pouring…

I was in midst of my memories,

Some ages back,

When I had no worries.

Making a paper boat,

To see whose last longer,

And is not lost.

Collecting and holding hailstones,

Just to see how they melt,

And create musical tones.

Splashing muddy puddle,

 On each other,

Like dirty pigs, we would cuddle.

How can I forget?

Shaking off rain water from leaves,

On my friends, without any regret.

I still enjoy rains…

When water is flowing,

And rain is pouring…

Now I sit back and relax,

Take a break from my work,

And chat.

I sleep soundly,

While hearing the music of raindrops,

Pouring on my window bluntly.

Now I make paper boats,

But for my children

And let them float.

I read them out books,

Sitting near the window,

With the view of pouring drops.

I scream and scold,

When my children are in mud run.

I hide my smile,

Seeing their fun.

Days haven’t gone by,

Now I enjoy with my children’s eye.

Water will always flow,

When rains will pour.

The Day of Independence

As the sun rose,

The pomp of glory was in,

Finally and gradually,

Our flag was fluttering high with a win.

Pride was reflected in the eyes,

With smiles and tears,

Cheers and prayers,

Were sang and heard.

The feeling of being free,

The feeling of having our own nation,

Left us spell bound,

With determination and integration.

Tears rolled down,

Remembering those fighters,

Their sacrifice will be cherished,

All along to give us a life brighter.

This journey has been tough,

Full of struggle and blood,

Can’t forget the strugglers’,

Love for their mud.

Now it’s time to stand again,

Forgetting the caste and creed,

Let’s join hands,

And overcome the greed.

A woman keen to be a Mother

I am anxious to know,

When will my tummy grow?

I touch it twice and thrice,

Move my hand on it,

And giggled through my eyes.

I am anxious to know,

When will my tummy grow?

I looked into mirror,

With cushion under my shirt,

Felt a sheer joy of viewing my tummy bigger.

I am anxious to know,

When will my tummy grow?

Saw a lady passing by,

Carrying a child in her womb,

Want the same happiness before I die.

I am anxious to know,

When will I hear word ‘Mommy’?

The first cry,

The first smile,

Will make me touch the sky.

I am anxious to know,

When will I hear word ‘Mommy’?

The first step holding my hand,

Will be cherished,

All through my life in grand.

I am anxious to know,

When will I hear word ‘Mommy’?

Few words uttered,

Will touch my heart,

And bring smile as now I am called a Mother.

 

I am anxious to know,

When will I get hug and kisses?

My child will run towards me,

When back from school,

Give me hug and kisses, one, two and three.

I am anxious to know,

When will I solve teen problems?

Best friend will be the enemy for worst,

My child will complain about friendship and trust,

I will console and try patching up at any cost.

I am anxious to know,

When will I mend broken heart?

Broken heart, swollen eyes,

He will narrate his love story,

And I will judge his romantic theories.

I am anxious to know,

When will I look match for him?

Dark or fair, short or tall,

My priority will be happiness for both,

Choosing a partner will be his own call.

I am anxious, anxious and anxious,

To see my child born,

And witness his growth and actions.

Will cherish his growth through my eyes,

Love him close by my heart,

Shower my blessings on his life.

What I want my Mumma to do…

Mumma dear,

Please come near,

And hear my words in your ear.

I love the way,

You tuck me in my bed,

After a long tiring day,

And sing me a lullaby ahead.

I still look forward,

To hear stories,

Of your fantasies,

And childhood memories.

I want you to sit with me,

Spare some moments,

Play some games,

When my siblings are away from me.

On table, we should discuss,

What all can we do,

During coming up weekend,

Making out do my best friend.

Now, this is an urge,

Desire to take charge,

Of my timings,

For my play innings.

Once in a while,

You can cuddle me tight,

Under the warm quilt,

While watching cartoon in night.

Mumma dear,

I am happy to eat healthy,

I swear!!

But let it loose at times,

And allow me to have junk in prime.

Mumma said, “Any other requests?”

I said, “Yes, yes, yes.”

Special Children’s Special Parents

Miracles happen every day, every single hour,

Only you know where to place your flower.

You are blessed with one,

Don’t consider it a curse and run.

With them you learn the basics,

How to love and care these faces.

You are strong enough,

Which others can’t imagine.

You brush off the rough,

Which may hit your child’s action.

You are an expert, please acknowledge,

Having complete and detail knowledge,

About your child’s struggle and progress,

Making him or her upright flawless.

You certainly make a difference,

Even in your child’s reflection.

Every appointment, every therapy,

Every smile, every hug, makes a point of brilliance.

Parenting is hard work,

And you try hard.

Parenting a special child is harder,

But you accomplish your goals farther.

Your endless encouragement and support,

Makes your child’s life transform and sort.

Happy Parents Day!!

I am my mother’s reflection…

I am my mother’s reflection…

She taught me lessons of affection,

How to achieve perfection,

And make an ever lasting impression.

I am my mother’s reflection…

She taught me about suffering,

This can make you bend until you break,

But love and hope can mend if you have faith.

I am my mother’s reflection…

She taught me to give value to ourselves,

No matter how the world treats you,

You should be financially independent yourself.

I am my mother’s reflection…

She taught me that intelligence lasts longer than looks,

And you should know how to repair and cook.

Always consider yourself equal to men,

And show the world that you can match them.

I am my mother’s reflection…

She taught me to be a dutiful mother,

After being an obedient daughter and a loving sister.

No matter whatever comes your mate’s way,

Always stand by him in every bay.

I am my mother’s reflection…

Lessons are many, countless is her love,

I will try to follow her, all above.

I am my mother’s reflection…

Magic of Rain

As the rain poured,

Drops in my hand,

Which I stored.

Gave me the feel,

Of a light breeze,

Filled me with a new zeal.

Hushed!! I threw it on him,

Droplets ran down his face,

Making him smile with a grin.

I was about to ran,

He held my hand,

Twisted it tight,

And the romance began.

With one hand,

He held me close,

With the other,

He took rain drops and poured.

My face was away,

I smiled and felt shy,

I was in his arms,

He embraced me with his charm.

The drops were pouring,

And we went for a stroll,

With his hand in my,

We felt as if one soul.

Rains always bring in,

Magic within,

It creates an ambience,

Of love and remembrance.