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The True Meaning Of Christmas

Thursday, December 27, 2012

                                         And here’s December once again
                                       With it, all joys of Christmas sustain.

Window lights and cards in mails
Hanging stockings and snowball assails.

Woodsy wreaths and gifts lying below
Merry wishes to the passerby you know.
This isn't what Christmas meant longtime
Or has the eve changed with time?

Looks as if the day needs to glory renew
None remembers it had deeper meaning too. 
It is to celebrate Christmas morn
When God’s only son Jesus was born.

World turned blithesome with birth

The Fraudulent Reality

I see thy beauty with a heavy heart
your dual faced angels act so smart.
Here people born are nothing but fake
with no face, just a mask ablaze.
Need not care of the comrade buddy
running reckless for end so bloody.
O yes, though beautiful they may seem
appearance, talks, to you may gleam.
The reality still hidden from none
our heart they win with the rising sun.
Nature's reality atlast they reflect
removing mask, to you they reject.
Those fake faces please nomore
saw alot left with none to soar.
As i travelled all o'er the sphere
with a heavy heart of bitter tear..

My Diary Left Bare'd

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

You were my first love, for sure, O mamma
in this life, you are my prima.
The simplicity residing you, just so charmy
and care by you, the best of balmy.
Your kissing my cheek before my test
a sight of you and I could sacrifice the rest.
Having you forever, it felt so blessed
your lap was all that meant after being day-long distressed.
Cannot live without me, recalled me always
neither could I forget you anyways.
But none could stand seeing us happy
Then changed time ominous and sappy.
Those sleepless nights you spent in pain
And dad’s all those efforts that went in vain.
Those emergency nights we went to docs
And blind efforts when hit the rocks.
See you suffer, the ICU s’ did cry
me without you'd be so tame and dry.
Twice a week, for dialysis we went
Seeing you in machines is what I still repent.
Dad’s contact in Chennai, Pak(istan) didn't work
Then a donor from Mohali did the surf.
But the nature was ready with a bang on way
none could believe you had no more to stay.
Cannot forget the last words you say
‘God bless me always is what you pray’.
That made moist the eyes of your tot
I just wanna say I miss you a lot…
I miss you a lot….. Miss you a lot…..