Caged By Freedom

Maya - An Illusion

noreply@blogger.com (Tweety) — Sun, 15 Jan 2012 19:10:00 +0000

My reality is a fantasy

Mirages in the sand of desert

I conjure in your mind

The deepest desires with me unwind

I am the lie in this truth

Beauty and the beast, old and the youth

I am the sense in all confusion

I am Maya – An Illusion

Beyond black and white

And from the vision of sight

Another world, another realm

Conjuring itself in my dreams

A soaring high or a dooming low

Face behind the mask, time will show

Phantasm and realism, an unseen fusion

I am Maya – An illusion

Desires and wants

In illusions I flaunt

All shall remain

And you will be in vain

Seeking success and fame

Losing what was worth a name

In my world, there is no conclusion

I am Maya- An Illusion

Posted @ Thursday Poets Rally, Jingle Poetry

PS: The poem is dedicated to my college annual festival having theme Maya-The Illusion

Resurrection of Blog

noreply@blogger.com (Tweety) — Tue, 10 Jan 2012 15:01:00 +0000

I came across this challenge at Magic in the Backyard. Thanks Kellie for reminding me from where I started and to where I have reached.

The idea is to dig up seven goodies from your archives and share them in one post.. I hope you enjoy your trip down memory lane, as this will be a blast from the past for some of you long time bloggers!

Suggested guidelines to follow:

Post the your 7 links on your blog (link back to this post please)

Comment this post with a link to YOUR post

Be kind! Read & comment each of the 7 links shared by other bloggers

The 7 Links are:-

Your First Post:- It was filled with apprehensions. I never knew if I could ever write or was the whole idea of blogging ever going to work. Though my first post never talked about these inhibitions but it talked about something that was and still is very close to my heart. A story every girl from every strata of society can relate to :- Once Upon a Time There was a Queen.

A post you enjoyed writing the most: That definitely goes to the one I wrote on my parents 25^th wedding anniversary. It was the same post that was written on their card and they were overwhelmed on reading it. I can still remember the expression on their face, it was with so much love and affection for us :- A day for my Angels

A post which had a great discussion: This was surprising one. I never thought I would get such comments on this write up. I wouldn’t really call it a casual one because it was ones that meant too deeply to me. It was an unusual topic and very different from what I normally write on:- Conversation with Death

A post on someone else’s blog that you wish you’d written: Leo and Lady Nimue shall always be my inspiration for poetry. So both of them shall come into this category.

Your most helpful post: I can’t really say this post helped someone or not, but it was the post that brought a smile on the face of my most beautiful friend, :-Best Wishes

A post with a title that you are proud of: That has to be the title of my blog, CAGED BY FREEDOM. Leo suggested the title and I rechristened my blog on its 2^nd anniversary with this name.

A post that you wish more people had read: The one I dedicated to the most beloved man in my life, to my dad :-I Love You, Dad.

Three years back today

This journey of words began

In pages of love

Giving words to my

Unsaid emotions

You have been the truest friend

May this bond of ink flourish

In pain and in joy

Beyond forever

Today is also my blog's 3rd Anniversary. What better way of celebrating it than going down the memory lane. Thanks a lot every one for being here for me and my little words.

I have never given away awards at my blog, but this is the first time I want to give it away to those three people who have inspired, helped me in every way to keep this place blessed as ever.

The first award is for Leo for being my teacher. I have come a long way in poetry writing thanks to Leo. He has taught me the various forms and forced me to write in all those days of writers block. If not for him, I would have given up blogging each time I felt I couldn't write. Thanks a lot.

Next is to my dearest Lady Nimue. She has been my greatest inspiration. Her free flow of words has always inspired me to write more. Also, she gave me the big sister I never had. Thanks a lot darling.

Last is to the Lady Whispers. Her words reflect every emotion of mine. And she claims mine do the same to her. She is the one who relates best to what I have written and can very conveniently know my state of mind while writing anything. Blogging gave me a wonderful friend in her. A friend I can always turn to in case of my troubles and I am sure in spite of the distance between us she will understand it all. This one is for you.

I can never forget the person who introduced me to this world. Thanks a lot Bhai for this and everything else.

Posted @ Haiku-Heights, Jingle Poetry, Magic in the Backyard, Sunday Scribblings

PS: Sorry if the post is too long.

The View from the Backseat.....

noreply@blogger.com (Tweety) — Fri, 06 Jan 2012 20:09:00 +0000

The Red is slowly setting and twilight is near. I see the long green leaves drooping towards me as if inching to touch but afraid to do so. I reach out for them but all I touch is the cold black glass. The air conditioner in the car is on and radio seems to be playing my favorite song. All seems well yet a hollowness disturbs the serenity of nature around me. I think that is what my green palms were most afraid of. They could feel the hollowness around me.

I shun the thoughts away, letting the nature play it magic on me. The cacophony of thoughts in my grey matter slows down as if the setting sun hypnotized them too. The sun has lost its heat and I can proudly stare at it without blurring my sight. Yes, it reminds me that everything comes to end. Even the best days have their sunsets.

I am far away from home. The thought is disturbing as my entire being craves for the protection that comes with those four walls of love. Yet there is something today in the sky. I can’t really pin-point at what is it that I find fascinating. I unscramble the pattern of nature around me, with a hope of putting the pieces of the puzzle back together. But I still don’t know which part of the jig-saw puzzle am I missing. The Nature is keen on playing hide and seek with me. Teasing my senses, tickling my thoughts and awakening my soul, nature must definitely have something in mind.

The orange has painted the entire sky as if creating a masterpiece and paving the way for the black and the moon. The love of sun and moon, I could never really understand. Why could they never meet? Why does one have t set to give life to another? Some eternal questions that only nature could answer. But she has always been mime in the name of the holy balance she keeps. Must really be a tough job. Thoughts like the setting sun scatter into different realm of my subconscious minds. Some make sense, some don’t. Some I try to read, some I leave alone. Some just bring peace, some leave utter chaos. Some have joy and some have pain. They are I and I am they. We both are incomplete without each other.

As the day sets in and the night follows, I make my way to home with a hope that one day just like today and every other day, my share of pain and fear and agony will set with the red. That would be the day when I will finally touch the green leaves drooping towards me. They won’t be afraid of me and I won’t be afraid of them.

Posted @ Free Write Friday

Tumhari Yaadein....

noreply@blogger.com (Tweety) — Fri, 06 Jan 2012 19:16:00 +0000

Muntazir ke lamhon mein,

tumhari yaadein hi to thi,

jo tanhai ka daman sehlati....

rat ke sannaton mein gunjti....

aur kuch na keh kar bi, sab kuch keh jati

Kuch beetein lamhon ki daastaan sunati

Wo bhule hue geeton ko fir gungunati

Yunhi guzar jati unki baahon mein zindagi

Jo waqt ke tarazoo mein wo kho na jati

Andhere ke saye mein wo mujhe dhundhti

Jahan kho diya khud ko hi maine

Unhi lamho ko wo baar baar dohraati

Shayad kuch kehna chahti thi mujhse

Kayi shikaytein thi uski mujhse

Kabhi apne, to kabhi mere dard ke aage

Apne labon ko majboor kar jaati

uske khoobsurat jahan mein,

meri haqeeqat tham si gayi thi

kitna kucha beeta tha uski duniya mein

wo khushi, wo aaansun

jaise un sab mein kahin,

main ruk si gayi thi

dost nahi thi wo meri

dushman bhi nahi thi

par mere dil ke kisi kone mein

kayi tasveerein chodh gayi thi

sham dhalte hi mere dar aa jati

shayad bina mere wo reh na paati

aadat si ho gayi thi uski hone ki

meri hi kisse mujhe sunaati

aur kuch na keh kar bhi, sab kuch keh jaati

I have a DREAM

noreply@blogger.com (Tweety) — Fri, 06 Jan 2012 08:43:00 +0000

I have a dream, that

One night I shall dream into the

Mysteries of dark

A dream to conquer

Those hidden alleys of heart

Filled with fear of past

Lighting the fire of hope

Dancing in the rain

On ashes of pain

A dream to let go

The onus of memories

Burdening the soul

I believe I will

Because I have a dream, that

One night I shall dream.

Posted @ Thursday Poets Rally, Haiku My Heart

I accept the Promising Poets Award :) :) Thanks a lot. I nominate deadpoet88

A Changed Me....

noreply@blogger.com (Tweety) — Fri, 30 Dec 2011 20:42:00 +0000

Somewhere down the lane of heart

Some secrets lay hidden deep

Even from my eyes she keeps

A burden alone she has to reap

The dawn of change raises its head

Shining bright, a mask to shed

She fights the change with all her might

I try to reason with all the grey

That its not the battle of wrong and right

For the winner and loser, are both her knight

She reminds me of who she was

A glorious past, the love of ocean deep and vast

And I remind, that none of them did ever last

To this her words lose to a mute silence

And I realize, half battle I have won

But the pain of her loss lingers with me

Though not long enough to fall weak

From her pain, my pillar strengthens

Her numbness has now reached its peak

Her slow and steady death, lies on my hands

Deep blood red is all I see from where I stand

Yet no guilt sweeps me into its realms

I am the winner, I am the loser

In this battle I rage against time

In those words of ink, she once wrote

I search again for the lost rhymes

Hoping to retain a piece of her

In the change, that has made her mime

With a part of her still locked in those secrets

I turn to a new era, I turn a new leaf

With a hope to shun away all grief

As the new year knocks on the door

A renewed me awaits for what’s next in store

A little hope has laid down its seed

Now blessing of the almighty is all I plead.

Posted @ Thursday Poets Rally, OSI

PS: Wishing a very prosperous and healthy 2012 to all.

Farewell 2011

noreply@blogger.com (Tweety) — Thu, 29 Dec 2011 18:38:00 +0000

Another year has come and gone. It is actually in this part of the year when I realize how time flies. 2011 is bidding goodbye. Last time when I bade farewell to 2010, I was cynical about it. The year had taken a very important person in my life. I had wished for a better 2011. Were my prayers answered? I don’t know.

But over the time I realized no year is good or bad. Its just some incidents happen with each month passing that leave a heavy imprint on our minds. These imprints may change you for good or bad, but that completely depends on the kind of a personality you have. So am I transformed person by the end of 2011? No, I am not even close.

2011 was a very neutral year. It just went on. In a way it was just a manifestation of 2010. Or maybe it was just me, a grown up me.

I have changed a lot in this one year. Some don’t like the change and some maybe don’t care. And some, just a handful of some who have accepted the changes in me with open arms. In this stage of my life, a very good friend of mine advised me, that its not wrong to change as long as you give a positive direction to each and every change in you. I have tried my very best to achieve that positive outlook. And funnily I have failed miserably at it. but very honestly I do not dislike the changes in me. Maybe this outlook is short lived, but as long as its there I might as well live it.

Overall 2011 was a very uneventful year except of course of the fact that I got a job in one of the leading firms around the globe. Other than that, it was just I me and myself.

But I have learnt to enjoy the company of myself. The numbness in me has brought about a kind of healing on the scars that 2010 left. The banner of avoidance is still flying high. I am not proud of it, but I don’t want to fight it eider as long as it gives me peace.

Death and I have learnt to accept each other in our life. I lost a lot many relations this year to him, also not to forget my favorite ghazal singer, Jagjit Singh. I hope his soul in a better world than this. But it didn’t hurt that much. Maybe I am too immune to it by now.

2011 has made me learn my lessons, lessons I shall carry with me for the rest of my life. I have demolished my weaknesses in a way that they haunt me only when there is no shadow to be seen. My pain has strengthened me, not into a rock but into a pillar. A pillar that will help me to support myself and not depend on others.

My parents have become my top most priority. Their happiness and joy comes above all for me. This is the thought that makes me get up each day from my bed and walk the day through its ice and fire.

As I bid goodbye to 2011, this changed new me welcomes 2012 with a hope that it would bring more peace for me. Only resolution for 2012 as of now is to lose weight. Rest will be added as each month passes and till this most talked year 2012 leaves us too. Happy New Year all. Keep blogging. Blessed be……..

Posted @ 3WW, Alphabet Thursday, Month of the Year Challenge

Glorious Love

noreply@blogger.com (Tweety) — Thu, 08 Dec 2011 19:04:00 +0000

Posted @ Months Of The Challenge, Haiku My Heart

The day I turned 21 :) :)

noreply@blogger.com (Tweety) — Wed, 07 Dec 2011 10:57:00 +0000

Birthdays have always been my favorite time of the year. The wishes, the gifts, the love, the happiness and everything the birthday represents, I have loved it since forever. So I had hoped this birthday wouldn’t be any different yet it was.

Well its not like you turn 21 every year. Oh I still can’t come over the fact that I am 21 and next year I will be a graduate. And believe me, everyone around me shares the same feeling. Meaning if I hadn’t reminded my neighbor million of number of times that I am about to finish college, she would still think I am in school. Yes, I would take that as a compliment when I enter my 30s or when I have a teenage daughter, but till then remember people I have GROWN UP. Period.

Coming back to my birthday, my birthday was sad on the family front. Some terrible developments had taken place and everyone was so occupied with it that I almost felt no one even remembered I had my birthday. Not that I can blame anyone for it, yet it kind of feels creepy when your family isn’t really into a celebrating mood.

But then that is where comes the role of my extended family, my friends. I have never been the outdoor girl. I still am not. Yet each and every of that enthusiastic wish since the clock struck 12 left me smiling.

Some called twice to wish me, some made it a point to wish me first, some surprised me by even remembering my birthday, some tried their best to make me smile, some called up after waking up from a hang-over(well that’s a call I won’t forget), some almost made me feel like a princess and some calls made up for the gloom at home.

Such little precious moments made up my day. And like I said before, each call would leave a huge smile on my face. Heartiest thanks to all of you who wished me and filled my day with joy.

But then the best part remains my outing with my bro and his wife. I love you both to core. Thanks for staying with me because in spite of all the calls I was having a lonely birthday till you guys turned up. Lots of junk and yummy food followed by Lots of laughter and many jokes.

A quite dinner at home ended the day.

As the day came to an end, I thought about everything that had happened and realized this was the second birthday you didn’t wish me on.

Well next year I know the count would be three, but somehow my heart never stops hoping. Missing you has become the part of my life yet one of these days I might just stop counting. One of these days I would stop wishing for you as I blow away the last candle.

Posted @ Month of the Year Challenge (Season 2)

You....

noreply@blogger.com (Tweety) — Tue, 06 Dec 2011 18:04:00 +0000

Away from the noises

I come to the death of silence

I look at the waves

Tickling my feet

And then receding to its depth

A hollow space in contrast lies

Within this cold heart of mine

I trace the various light lines

Engraved by fate in these hands

All those savored moments in life

Trying to trap them in the wheels of time

Trying to find some tune, some rhyme

Yet today as I stand at the shore

Rewinding all that was and all that is left

Memories leave with a piercing pain

My eyes have now refused to rain

In the past, I have stayed too long

Lost in your memories, lost in your love

No longer healing the deepening wounds

As I stand besides this vast blue sea

I know it is time to set you free

From me, from us, from what was

And what shall never be

I open my palms, holding it out

With no confusions, with no doubt

Letting the wind breeze you away

A price of love I have to pay

Ripping my heart apart

With a hollow numbness

I release you from the bond we shared

Because after all this time and space

You are the one I loved and cared.

Posted @ It's Thursday, Thursday Poets Rally, OSI, Jingle Poetry

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Time

noreply@blogger.com (Tweety) — Sun, 20 Nov 2011 06:09:00 +0000

Time does not wait

No matter what is the bait

Tick-tock, tick-tock

There is no key to this lock

He makes no friends

He has no end

No one has ever escaped his rim

All much bow down to his whims

In lover’s paradise

He flies too fast

In the hours of misery

He forever lasts

“Impartial he is”, so they say

Equals love and hate, everyone’s way

He loves no one, he hates no one

Blames the fate for all he has done

Some say he heals

Some say he steals

None till now could unravel his mystery

But he is witnessed all the history

In my pain, all came to halt

Yet he moved on and on

Him or me, who was at fault?

Before I could seek, he was already gone

But he taught me a rhyme

That became the best lesson of my life

Nothing last forever in the reign of time

Neither the happiness, nor the strife.

Posted @ Thursday Poets Rally, OSI

Winter is here...

noreply@blogger.com (Tweety) — Sun, 06 Nov 2011 16:57:00 +0000

Surrendering his glowing yellow

The sun sets in the horizon

Paving way for the awaiting moon

Beautiful notes of the natures tune

Darkness shimmers, the stars dance

Ocean of love waits for its chance

Slowly, the cold drifts, settling in

As the world lulls into deeper sin

Withering roses, cold graves

On the road, alone he braves

The angry winds, the frozen ground

His shelter under sky no longer found

Birdie prepares for a long journey

Deserting her home, to a different land

Where she can bask in heat and sun

And fly into the embrace of clear blue sky

Snow falls in enchanting patterns

Unleashing the anger of mighty Saturn

Bundles of the vegetable beds

All dies under the power of red

Pitch black envelopes me into its arms

Mysteries and secrets have their charms

Pain and death, all I have known

Nothing is colder than a heart of stone

No matter how dark is the winter night

The sun shall rise all warm and bright

As the winter spreads its wings

I shall await for my lively spring

Posted @ OSI, Thursday Poets Rally, Jingle Poetry

PS: Finally back to writing after a month. It feels so good :) :) :) :) A lot happened over the past one month. Will update you all shortly :D

Bubbles....

noreply@blogger.com (Tweety) — Wed, 21 Sep 2011 18:26:00 +0000

A perfect story
Happy forever
Bubbles of my illusion

Reality hits bulls eye
Mirage ends, bursting
The frame of bubbles

Posted@ The Height of Haiku Challenge

Why Father???

noreply@blogger.com (Tweety) — Sun, 18 Sep 2011 09:20:00 +0000

Dumped at a strangers doorstep

Betrayed by my birth

What wrong did I do?

Was I a burden?

Love was all I sought

Why gave me away father?

Posted @ OSI, The Height of Haiku Challenge, Haiku my Heart

बढे अरसों के बाद

noreply@blogger.com (Tweety) — Sat, 17 Sep 2011 18:44:00 +0000

बढे अरसों के बाद ऐसी मौत मिली है

जहाँ न ज़ख़्म है, ना दर्द

मीठा सा एहसास है उनके होने का

बस यूँ समझ लीजिये

बढे अरसों के बाद वो खोयी फ़रियाद मिली है |

बहुत इंतज़ार किया है इस खंजर का

जो सीधे दिल को चीर गया

कई दिन गुज़रे, कई रातें कट गयी

अँधेरे में वो वार कर गया |

एक कसक सी उठती थी इस दिल में

जो ग़म का पैगाम बन जाती थी

शहीद हो गयी हर वो याद

जो पलकों को रुला जाती थी |

ना मिला मेरी ख्वाहिशों को किनारा

ना मिला मेरे प्यार को सहारा

यूँही गुज़र गयी ज़िन्दगी हमारी

बिखरे तुक्ठों को किसी ने ना सवारा |

मुस्कान बनकर रहता है हर ग़म सीने में

ज़ख्मों के साथ भी मज़ा है जीने में

ना किसी पैमाने में होगा ऐसा नशा

जो नशा है बहते आंसुओं को पीने में|

बढे अरसों के बाद आज बारिश गिरी है

मेरे अश्कों से जैसे उससे मोहब्बत हुई है

किसी को ग़म ना होगा मेरे जाने का

बढे अरसों के बाद ऐसी मौत मिली है |

Lonely Winter

noreply@blogger.com (Tweety) — Fri, 16 Sep 2011 19:01:00 +0000

Winter hasn’t come

Yet frost cuts deeper within

Harsh cold, none I feel

No flowers will bloom

In rusted garden of love

Winter in my heart

Posted @ The Height of Haiku Challenge, Haiku my Heart

Patience

noreply@blogger.com (Tweety) — Thu, 15 Sep 2011 17:35:00 +0000

By each passing night
Losing my patience
As wait for him never ends

Posted @ The Height of Haiku Challenge

Happiness with a Price

noreply@blogger.com (Tweety) — Wed, 14 Sep 2011 18:29:00 +0000

So good news and a bad news for all. I had my campus placement this Monday, 12^th September for Infosys. I cleared the aptitude test and the interview round. In short, I am selected for INFOSYS. It’s a great company as far as I have heard. The training is very difficult but worth the name.

And I am very happy for myself. My future is secure after college. I don’t have much to worry about like many of my friends.

Tracing back to this one month, its been hectic with so much to prepare and I only know how much pressure I had to clear this one paper. Because most of my seniors had said this is my best chance especially as rumors are there that recession is seeping in again.

Sumit sir, thank you so much for all the guidance you gave me. Had it not been for you I would be lost from where to begin and how. You made me at ease with my preparations. Thank you for believing in me. Thank you for all the support you gave me. Believe me I wouldn’t have made it without you.

Aakrit sir, I copied all your lines in my interview. : ) : D Thank you for encouraging me so much one day before. As much as I was scared, you made me believe in myself even it was only till the time I was talking to you. Your words were a good antidote to my nervousness.

My darling sweetheart, Sheetal, thank you for scaring me and making me as nervous as you were. Thank you for holding my hand while our names were called out. And above thank you for being the first one to hug me after the result was announced.

Richa for telling me I wasn’t alone when I was scared and worried. Thank you for getting selected and giving me the solace that you will not leave me alone even there. : ) : )

Mayi and Parul for believing that we will make it. For all those wonderful messages that made me smile when I was on the verge of tears with so much tension.

So that was the good and the happy part. I wish I could omit the sad part. Nevertheless, like I believe there is always a price to be paid for being happy. God must be a good tax collector.

If I put the sad part in one word it would be “Dad” or in all "Parents". As much as he was happy on my success, I could still feel the sadness in his eyes.

The next thing he said after congratulating me was, “You will also leave” and I was in such a euphoria that his words didn’t register that time. It was the next day when he said that “empty nest syndrome is about to strike” that I realized the reason behind his sadness.

Yes in these 21 years of my life I have never left home and my mom teases me all the time that after marriage you take your dad along with you. When I stayed in hostel during Zest, he messaged me in the dead of the night that he missed me.

What happens when I leave for 9 months? When he is unable to stand 24hours, how will he cope in those 9 months?

Mom is working on her International Paper and as usual she needs my help with the graphs and the editing part. I told her today to do it on her own as next year I wont be there to do it for her. And she burst into tears saying they will get alone after I leave.

And that is what makes me sad, and guilty for being so happy for my placement. I know they will never stop me and from what I have heard my training will be so hectic and will take away most of my time. So mostly I won’t have time to miss home. But they will.

Each day when they will come back to office, I won’t be shouting at dad for not picking me up from the stop. I won’t be fighting with mom that she doesn’t cook any more. Dad wont be able to call me for the evening tea. He wouldn’t be able to force me to come to walk with him. Mom will have no one to download songs for her and transfer it onto her cell.

Yes, little things that make my life today. And suddenly this time next year it would all change. Change is the ultimate truth of life. True. But when the change hits the people we love, it hurts. So leaving my parents alone in this home of ours is a price of my happiness. A huge price but may be that is where my destiny will take me….After all this is the time when I can make my career.

Posted @ 3WW

PS: After I go for training, I won’t even be able to blog…Sigh Sigh

Bitter Truth

noreply@blogger.com (Tweety) — Sun, 11 Sep 2011 19:51:00 +0000

Flood of tears roll down
Divorce papers signed
Life together comes to end

Posted@ The Height of Haiku Challenge

Magic...

noreply@blogger.com (Tweety) — Sat, 10 Sep 2011 04:17:00 +0000

With blessings of almighty
New life springs within
The magic of love

Posted @ The Height of Haiku Challenge, Haiku my Heart

Yearnings...

noreply@blogger.com (Tweety) — Fri, 09 Sep 2011 11:37:00 +0000

In this blistering

heat, all I yearn for is few

Drops of cold water.

Scorching heat outside

Air Conditioners on

Yet yearnings never over

Charring sun heats all

All my water dried

I only yearn for some rains

Posted@ The Height of Haiku Challenge, Haiku my Heart

Sunset

noreply@blogger.com (Tweety) — Tue, 06 Sep 2011 18:31:00 +0000

Silently I watch

As red merges with orange

Hypnotic sunset

Posted @ The Height of Haiku Challenge

PS: The picture was clicked by me :) :)

The First Kiss

noreply@blogger.com (Tweety) — Tue, 06 Sep 2011 05:08:00 +0000

Rain of desire
Dropping curtains of shyness
As distances close

Heartbeats escalate
Lips meeting with storming passion
Ecstatic first kiss

Posted @ The Height of Haiku Challenge

A Promise

noreply@blogger.com (Tweety) — Sun, 04 Sep 2011 18:35:00 +0000

I hold her small hands

And look into her deep eyes

Hoping to assure

Her that she is safe

Will remove all weeds of pain

And flourish with love.

Posted @ OSI, The Height of Haiku Challenge, Jingle Poetry

PS: I take this opportunity to salute all the parents who have adopted a child and given him/her a better life and a future.

Bye

noreply@blogger.com (Tweety) — Sat, 03 Sep 2011 18:34:00 +0000

Behind are old days

Yet once again, I look back

Enjoying last view

Posted @ The Height of Haiku Challenge, Acrostic Only