A message for you....

I live by a rule "Never underestimate the enemy!".

Your rules have been decided by the world around you and you choose to stick to them. Me? Oh I am a free spirit, I set my rules and live by them. If you knew me well you will expect nothin else... Ill stop at nothin to get what I want...

You began this war, and I chose to begin this battle. What did you expect? that Ill wash the ground you walked on? and that is why I began the battle? to reach you? My god... you are ignorant! I could never let my enemy out of my sight... just in case you really do stab me (for real this time... unlike your claim!)

But I seem to have made a mistake! You cant fight a battle without a worthy enemy! You have proved that... you have let your ego get to you ... yet again. If I were you, I would have played the cards close to my chest! It would be a fight in its true sense then! What you seemed to have missed is that this was not a fools game.. not a joke... It was the real thing... an oppurtunity to prove your uniqueness and "sense of authority"! you let it slip.

And If you did really know me.. you would know I wont make decisions based on stupid emotional comments.... thats your job! my ego aint as huge as yours and i aint as stupid as you to let any tom dick an harry prick it!

An I just realised you are so busy inflating your excessively large self esteem that you seem to have forgotten this word called "co-incidence"! A color? you are basing this on a color? or is it that you are the only teenage prodigy, who despite all the illnesses that fate has specially chosen for you, is capable of expressing a flair for writing?

I can see only one thing that seems to be good about what you have done.... you have taught me to "LET GO". Like I said you cant fight a battle with no worthy enemy. You are a fool if you believe this is my defeat.... You have already lost... the day you chose to say good bye to me!

My healing heart!

PROLOGUE

I wake with no strength, its another long losing battle, today,
The hands of meaningless chores push me through the dismay,

I await that moment when I start the next war, to pass this lonely night,
Aleast in this defeat, a short peaceful death will enclose my fright,

Im blinded by pain, a withered hope, beyond this I cannot see,
all that life has layed in my hands hardly matters to me,

It was just another rainy day as I stood alone on the sands,
I was sinking deep in my memmories, then I saw them, those hands.

MAIN

She walked up to me, and I knew it was an effort,
her eyes spoke a language, one I knew well, she was hurt,

time had passed the verdict, greying hair and wrinkles in cruel patterns,
she extended a hand, her story was not written in lines, only in scars and burns,

I never heard her, I knew what came through those lips, cracked and parched,
as she took my petty offering, a smile showed strength in a heart, so scorched,

Then I saw them, those tiny hands, weak and fragile, to her they clung,
they were unscathed, lines untouched, hopes of songs to be sung.

EPILOGUE

She walked away, carrying a burden that was not her own, but I chose to stay,
stay at that moment of my life, when I found myself, found my way,

I found a reason, to live on, to fight with strength and courage,
this war is not my own though, it wont be one with hate or rage,

I will help build dreams of those lines in her hands, I will heal some wounds,
In hope of soothing their pain, Ill leave my own marooned,

Ill stand alone on the sands again, on rainy days, waiting,
not to drown in my memmories, for other hands, full of dreams, Ill be waiting.

How am I different?

Tell me how I am different? is it my color?
No I am not black, I earn no favour,

I live not in castles of gold, its not always peace,
I watch as the plate empties its bread, down to the last piece,

My father offers the world's prayers to the gods above,
I am his little girl, his hope, his prayer, his love,

I dream of an honour, of this thing so noble,
I strive, I watch the lamp die out on this table,

I forget to smile, I forget to eat, sleep has long been gone,
Maybe I have left this, maybe that, Im down to my last bone,

This day decides what is to come, what will I be,
I am an equal in every sense it seems to me,

Then it is snatched away from me, this dream,
Why, I fail to understand, I ask, even scream,

My father holds my hand, tears in eyes he says,
We are forward, your fate was decided in ancient days,

Tell me how I am different? did I not strive?
To save a life, to bring a new one, how could you deprive?

Tell me how I am different? did I not earn?
To relieve pain, how can I not learn?

Tell me how I am different? am I at fault?
this caste, this class I never saught,

And so I go on, on to what I can be, I know it wont be the same,
My passion, my spirit is gone, who should I blame?


I dedicate this poem to all those young minds who shared this dream, to those growing individuals who I hope will find strength in their hearts to live with this curse that our ancestors have bestowed our nation with!

I want to stop the winds of time and ask.... why?

It sweeps past me,
how it comes I never seem to see,

With the strength of the gods it descends,
I am left with no time to make any amends,

I am standing watching my world go to pieces,
every stone, every life I have known seizes,

Much has been said on how to look beyond,
there is always another one waiting, a bond,

Its never a choice, atleast never my own,
and how it will end I have always known,

I havent yet learnt, I probably never will,
and every time, I watch my own eyes fill,

But this story is not just my own, I am sure of that,
every one of you have such remains under the hat,

After all, its not that uncommon, this thing to which this poem I engage,
I have seen it , so has the entire world, its called"CHANGE"!

Im proud of what you have been!

I am running away, out the door,
I am out and then I stop I dont even know why,
I look back, he's not there any more,
I feel strange, I am smiling and yet I know Im about to cry,

we have watched decades pass by our shore
then there was this tide that came by,
there began a journey, it was different from before,
but there was never a "together till we die"....

we embraced each day, as there came one more,
we let no emotions fly,
there was no special bond. we always thought what for?
we never watched stars, never looked to the sky,

I dont know when, how for sure,
but things have changed, oh my!
there are three of us now, each other we ensure,
it wont be so hard , in the lonely times ahead that lie,


but he's leaving now, leaving us at the door,
"Im proud of what you have been" he had said,Im wondering why,
I am curious, I want to ask him again, more
But he's gone and I realise I have begun to cry....