ROCKY
One day you will close your eyes forever,
One day you will be freed from pain,
One day your body will become numb,
One day your voice will stop and will be no longer be heard,
One day you will make us cry,
One day you will leave us alone,
That day you will be missed very badly.
But the twinkle of your eyes,
The wagging of your tail,
Your playful nature,
Your dutiful character,
The loud barking voice.
Everthing-
Will constantly ring our memories forever.
And you will be remembered EVERY single DAY!
Bindiya
(Written for my pet dog Rocky)
Monday, February 16, 2009
Saturday, February 14, 2009
There Came a New Fresh Morning
THERE CAME A NEW FRESH MORNING
There came a new fresh morning,
Like a new born baby in the hospital wing.
The sun peeped his head from the east,
Making his way through the clouds at rest.
Melting the coldness of the night,
And forming dew on everything.
Then woke the birds,
Singing sweet songs,
And spreading their happiness of the new day.
The sky was first red,
As if a painter's red paint brush,
Has been just dipped in clear water.
Then it changed from red to yellow,
As if someone threw,
Magic petals of yellow from above.
A cold breeze began to blow slowly,
Like a river running shyly.
Then by the light of the day,
The greeness of nature,
Began revealing its beauty.
The break of a new dawn had come,
Bringing joy and freshness to everything.
The happily singing birds,
Seemed to say to the still sleeping people,
"Arise everyone and open your eyes,
For a new beautiful morning has arrived".
And one by one everyone woke up,
And then began the noise and bustle,
Of a newly arrived day.
There came a new fresh morning.
Bindiya Mathew.
There came a new fresh morning,
Like a new born baby in the hospital wing.
The sun peeped his head from the east,
Making his way through the clouds at rest.
Melting the coldness of the night,
And forming dew on everything.
Then woke the birds,
Singing sweet songs,
And spreading their happiness of the new day.
The sky was first red,
As if a painter's red paint brush,
Has been just dipped in clear water.
Then it changed from red to yellow,
As if someone threw,
Magic petals of yellow from above.
A cold breeze began to blow slowly,
Like a river running shyly.
Then by the light of the day,
The greeness of nature,
Began revealing its beauty.
The break of a new dawn had come,
Bringing joy and freshness to everything.
The happily singing birds,
Seemed to say to the still sleeping people,
"Arise everyone and open your eyes,
For a new beautiful morning has arrived".
And one by one everyone woke up,
And then began the noise and bustle,
Of a newly arrived day.
There came a new fresh morning.
Bindiya Mathew.
Hatred
HATRED
Its the feeling that
Comes through fights and quarallels.
Its the feeling that,
Makes enemies.
Its the feeling that
Causes wars.
Its the feeling that,
Takes away happiness & peace of mind.
Its the feeling that,
Destroys relationships.
Its the feeling that,
Creates distance b/w loved ones.
Its the feeling that,
Takes one away from God.
Its the feeling that,
Ultimately leads to Man's fall.
Its the bitter feeling of Hatred.
Bindiya Mathew
Its the feeling that
Comes through fights and quarallels.
Its the feeling that,
Makes enemies.
Its the feeling that
Causes wars.
Its the feeling that,
Takes away happiness & peace of mind.
Its the feeling that,
Destroys relationships.
Its the feeling that,
Creates distance b/w loved ones.
Its the feeling that,
Takes one away from God.
Its the feeling that,
Ultimately leads to Man's fall.
Its the bitter feeling of Hatred.
Bindiya Mathew
Death
DEATH
There was a sense of pain,
The heart stopped beating.
A coldness began to fill up the body,
Untill it became numb.
Life had left him,
Welcoming the King of Death.
He went away into the dark land,
Along with the fading light.
Everthing will be dark for him now,
Where his eyes-lids had shut.
People gathered around,
Eyes were moist and sullen.
Sounds were heard,
Of prayers from trembling mouths.
The lifeless body lay there,
To be cleansed,
And to be put in its new house.
The House of the Dead.
Where it will lie forever,
To be one with the earth,
And to be forgotten.
To be locked up in the dark house,
Is everyone's final destiny.
The breath of life has to stop one day,
Giving place to Death.
A coldness fills the body,
Untill it becomes numb.
Bindiya Mathew
There was a sense of pain,
The heart stopped beating.
A coldness began to fill up the body,
Untill it became numb.
Life had left him,
Welcoming the King of Death.
He went away into the dark land,
Along with the fading light.
Everthing will be dark for him now,
Where his eyes-lids had shut.
People gathered around,
Eyes were moist and sullen.
Sounds were heard,
Of prayers from trembling mouths.
The lifeless body lay there,
To be cleansed,
And to be put in its new house.
The House of the Dead.
Where it will lie forever,
To be one with the earth,
And to be forgotten.
To be locked up in the dark house,
Is everyone's final destiny.
The breath of life has to stop one day,
Giving place to Death.
A coldness fills the body,
Untill it becomes numb.
Bindiya Mathew
Falseness
FALSENESS
Falseness rules the world.
The thing most liked by humans
Found in every human heart,
Like the canker in the flowers.
Goodness is an extinct qualilty,
Found in few numbers on earth.
Human bonds and values
Are made through falseness.
Every relation,especially friendship,
Is based on falseness.
Where is the love,kindness,honesty,
For which I searched?
There was a time when these existed,
But now they are the things of the past.
No body cares for others,
Everyone are lost in their own world.
A Promise made is easily brokken,
Because they are not made with heart.
Why do we make promises,
When we are fraud in mind and heart?
I searched & serched for the lost things,
But alas found that -
Falseness rules the whole world.
Bindiya Mathew
Falseness rules the world.
The thing most liked by humans
Found in every human heart,
Like the canker in the flowers.
Goodness is an extinct qualilty,
Found in few numbers on earth.
Human bonds and values
Are made through falseness.
Every relation,especially friendship,
Is based on falseness.
Where is the love,kindness,honesty,
For which I searched?
There was a time when these existed,
But now they are the things of the past.
No body cares for others,
Everyone are lost in their own world.
A Promise made is easily brokken,
Because they are not made with heart.
Why do we make promises,
When we are fraud in mind and heart?
I searched & serched for the lost things,
But alas found that -
Falseness rules the whole world.
Bindiya Mathew
The Little Star
THE LITTLE STAR
The day ended,
Like a fallen faded leaf.
The sleepy sun,
Started its way for the west .
Slowely darkeness filled the sky.
Then in the midst of the dense darkness,
Stars began showing its beauty.
Stars who are believed to be,
Souls of the dead.
Who showed way to strangled travelers,
and wandering ships.
Among the stars,
There was one small shining star,
Looking keenly at me,
As if,wanting to tell me something.
Then someone was talking to me.
I looked up to find,
The little star talking to me.
I too spoke to the star.
It answered all my questions,
Like a close friend .
As we were talking,
There came a group of angry dark clouds.
As if to beat the sky with its evil darkness.
Hiding my little friend from me,
Taking my happy moment away.
It then began pouring heavily.
I went away cursing the dark clouds.
And after that,I realized that,
That little star was indeed my friend,
The soul of my departed friend.
Bindiya Mathew.
The day ended,
Like a fallen faded leaf.
The sleepy sun,
Started its way for the west .
Slowely darkeness filled the sky.
Then in the midst of the dense darkness,
Stars began showing its beauty.
Stars who are believed to be,
Souls of the dead.
Who showed way to strangled travelers,
and wandering ships.
Among the stars,
There was one small shining star,
Looking keenly at me,
As if,wanting to tell me something.
Then someone was talking to me.
I looked up to find,
The little star talking to me.
I too spoke to the star.
It answered all my questions,
Like a close friend .
As we were talking,
There came a group of angry dark clouds.
As if to beat the sky with its evil darkness.
Hiding my little friend from me,
Taking my happy moment away.
It then began pouring heavily.
I went away cursing the dark clouds.
And after that,I realized that,
That little star was indeed my friend,
The soul of my departed friend.
Bindiya Mathew.
The Tide
The Tide-Just a Simple event in the sea
The sea was calm,
As if it had some turmoil in it.
The setting sun stayed,
Sleeply half immearsed in the waters.
Above,the orange sky floated slowly,
As if, tired from a hectic day
The number of people walking,
Began to reduce gradually.
Time swayed away faster,
Turning away the few red clouds.
Untill it became black and dark.
A day has ended welcoming the night.
Soon the tide began to rise.
The sea rised with anger towards the land.
As if it wanted to take the land in its hands.
Each time it rose,
It sallowed the land more.
No sound could be heard,
Except the roaring sea,
Slowly the night passed out,
Silencing the sea.
A new sun started it way up,
And the sea lay calm there,
With an evil laugh in him,
Waiting for the night to come once again.
The sea was calm,
As if it had some turmoil in it.
The setting sun stayed,
Sleeply half immearsed in the waters.
Above,the orange sky floated slowly,
As if, tired from a hectic day
The number of people walking,
Began to reduce gradually.
Time swayed away faster,
Turning away the few red clouds.
Untill it became black and dark.
A day has ended welcoming the night.
Soon the tide began to rise.
The sea rised with anger towards the land.
As if it wanted to take the land in its hands.
Each time it rose,
It sallowed the land more.
No sound could be heard,
Except the roaring sea,
Slowly the night passed out,
Silencing the sea.
A new sun started it way up,
And the sea lay calm there,
With an evil laugh in him,
Waiting for the night to come once again.
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