The countdown clock on my phone was set, For I eagerly awaited a new chapter to begin. Each day I watched the clock tick-tock away, And the excitement within me grew like a flame. I was recently promoted at my workplace, And my hopes were high for what was in store. Saying goodbye to my old team was bittersweet, But I took on two jobs to achieve my goals and dreams. Life can be a challenge, sometimes easy and sometimes hard, But we must take each day as it comes and keep moving forward. The annual celebration at work was approaching, So I worked harder than I ever had before. Unfortunately, I caught a nasty cough, But I took the syrup as first aid and kept going. A decision, no matter how small, can change our lives, And my decision to take the cough syrup affected me greatly. My presentations were appreciated, my hard work acknowledged, But the cough was getting worse, choking me like a newly wed. I took more syrup to try to push through, My work mattered most, and my eyes were set on returning home. Things around me started to lose depth and seemed flat, I drove to work without knowing the distance or letters. I knew I was struggling, but I kept pushing, Until I arrived at work, unable to read a thing. Work was my place of worship, my destiny was to return home, But my mistake was not making any friends in this new land. I found myself unable to read or understand, The letters on my phone were foreign to me. I knew I needed help, so I picked up the phone, But I couldn't find my wife's number among the letters. I made up my mind to face it alone, Driving back home, my mind in a daze. I arrived home with little sense left, And my in-laws urged me to go to the hospital. I didn't hesitate and let them make decisions for me, As medicine was administered and pain was tolerable. I lost sight on my left and right, but my wife's voice kept me strong, Fear had no room in my life as I focused on my thoughts. In that moment, I thought of calling 911 for help, As two men assisted me into the ambulance. Stop, listen, and think before making a decision, For each choice we make can have a great impact on our lives.

I lost 4 days out of my life... Woke up to a night where the only faces I remembered was of my Daughter and my Wife... I wasn't worried, I wasn't scared when I let myself off to the Doctors... I smiled at all the faces not knowing who they were... Some tried asking me their names, to some I replied right... I had none to talk to.. I tried to speak, but my mouth was sealed, for the Doctors said I was on life support from the past 4 days...

...The darkness hugged me hard...

Morning seemed fresh and beautiful,
I could hear the birds chirp through my window
Oh today it might be her day of glory
I never did love nature so much
My oh My.. She is beautiful..

Born a Catholic I did confess yesterday
Little did I have to confess then.
Regular confessions did keep me sin free
My heart felt light and I enjoyed my life
My oh My.. Life is beautiful..

I looked at the mirror today,
Oh! I am handsome. Looks do win hearts
Today I was at my best but li'l pale
Some use them wise, some use them wild
My oh My.. I used them smart..

I kissed the floor and looked around my room
There was a drawing at a corner.
My son used to draw such ones on our walls.
I walked towards it, this was different and painful.
My oh My.. I miss my son..

I sat on the chair and took the box in hand
Which was given to me last day.
It had my favorite Cuban Cigar.
Knowing it a sign of bad etiquette, I smelled the cigar
My oh My.. It tasted better this day.

My name was called and health was checked
And they said I was at my best.
This brought no smile on me nor on him.
Our eyes were filled for he knew me well.
My oh My.. He made me cold and weak.

I walked down the corridor with short steps
I was weak and felt my heart to pound hard
Was I to die or was I to live?
No miracle awaits me for this day was sure.
My oh My.. When will the truth be proved?

The base creaked loud in a room so silent
I stood there and looked at people so cold
None spoke for moments which made me hear my heart
It seemed to panic for even the last hopes were off
My oh My.. Why are the moments merciless?

After reading out my crime a man walked beside,
He put a cloth blocking my vision.
His words made me smile. "Sorry I have to do this.."
From then I heard my heart and saw the color of death
My oh My.. Death was dark and its steps pounded.

Moments did pass and I heard a man shout,
"Stop! This man should be freed"
Those words would have been the words of joy.
But it seemed to have born from my hopes.
The actual words said ,"Hang him now..."

The darkness hugged me hard and silence prevailed

One Sister, One life and shalt it be with no mistakes...

So many poems, so many blogs,
Little did they speak about a Sister.
Strange it seemed, for none did perfect,
None could express their love for a Sister.
Now here I am making another vain attempt.

Later last year living a life in pain,
I looked around for things of joy.
With little hopes, I lived loving and caring,
For I knew God had plans for me,
Had little pain, but I high hopes.

Every day I smiled and did pat myself,
Every day I comforted myself.
For one day I was to find a reason to smile.
For one day I was to walk an extra mile.
With those moments of joy to cherish.

There she stood with the need of a hug,
There she stood with a smile of comfort.
There she stood with the eyes filled with tears,
There she stood with a need to be pampered.
Oh Lord! She was a package of love.

Many at times, I saw guys being pampered,
Many at times, I saw them pampering.
But, I just had the chance to be pampered.
Lord, why was I not blessed with an Angel?
Why can I not pamper? Am I a cursed?

Now here after years I see my Sister
All waiting for her Brother.
Weak was she for she needed a Brother's hug
A hug so warm and consoling.
Oh God! What took you so long to bring her to me.

Smile, Smile and never cry is what I chant,
Yet the days were spent with tears and quarrel.
I asked the Lord, "Was I sent for this?"
The Lord just smiled and took me to his lap
and said, "Oh son, tears of joy are what you see in her"

Now I see her smile and I know I have guarded well,
Ivory was she but now she stands all red
Days I lost can never be bought,
But today and tomorrow is what I have.
I shall live and keep you smiling for its a vow.

Oh Sister! Fight less, love more.
Cry less, smile more for the Lord
Shout less, hug more for the Lord
For the Lord who brought us together
Can part us for he might take us fiends.

Weak is my hand but strong for you,
Coward am I but brave for you.
For years of praying has gifted me a Sister
No foolishness of mine should part my blood.
One Sister, One life and shalt it be with no mistakes

Today is not my day

Late I slept, for the work had killed me,

The night seemed short for I slept li'l.

Before the alarm, a call woke me up,

Knowing it to be my Mom's,

I answered with a smile.

Little did I recognize the place I was in,

I failed to recognize my room.

The news was loud and clear,

"Dad has gone to be with Jesus!"

I sat up on my bed for I still couldn't believe.

I asked her where she was,

For which she said, "I am home."

I rushed for a shower,

Came back to my room and informed a few.

My fingers stopped when it reached a number so special.

Rushed out my home, took my drive out

and hit the road real hard.

My eyes were filled and could barely see the road,

But was sure for "Today is not my day"

My heart kept saying "Today is not my day"

I reached the home where my Grandpa lay still,

A man who never stayed idle, now lay frozen.

A man who never liked being touched 

was now being attended by his kids.

There he lay abreast with a pride unknown.

My senses were back for now I was not to rest,

Entire family stood in mourning.

He was stubborn till his death,

Embraced an elegant death with wisdom.

Now the faces around me lost their smile,

There lay the man who once was a roaring lion,

There lay the man who touched hearts with a smile,

There lay the man who once spoke the words of wisdom,

There lay the man in silence awaiting his judgement.

There lay the man in peace.


It was a surprise to see his grey hair having turned black,
It was a surprise to see him five years younger,
His body was no more weak, his eyes weren't sunk,
He lay still which made me believe he wasn't dead.
For a moment I felt like waking him up.


A good son, a good man,
A good husband, a good dad,
A good grandpa were how we identified him.
With his great service he served all with love.
Now is not my time. I have to live in the path he showed.


I shalt live, live long to keep his pride high and flying.
I shalt live, to tell the tales of my grandpa.
I shalt live, to win the hearts of a million.
I shalt rest when the God would ask me to.
But today I would say, "Today is definitely not my Day"




A tribute to my Grandpa Mr. M.V. Francis, Retd. Superintendent of High Court, Enquiry Commission Officer. A Grandpa who gave me such a wonderful Mom.. Love you lot Appacha and love you lot Mom....

When Morals die...

Today I knew the beats of world

I lived my life hoping my world had morals,

Trust is all I valued,

But the truth was hard to digest

The ingested truths were all a lie

All around, I see faithless faith,

First blow to my faith came from my girl,

Second mighty blow from my friends shook me.

Today I stand on the great streets that lead to life

These streets once told me stories to keep me going,

Tellers lied for their stories were topped with lie,

All a lie that I expected least.

Am I to correct or to stay idle, Oh! My faith is shaken,

Looking into their eyes I see the promises made.

Would you be offended...

Would you be offended if I touched you?

Would you be offended if I pulled you close?

Would you be offended if I touched your lips?

Would you be offended if I called you my soul?

No is the word I want to hear,

Don’t be rude for my acts are to please my instincts

Call me pervert if you want to, but then the love would be pervert

How long should I keep my feelings burning in me?

Smile for me now, for I have seen all your other faces,

Take me to your private rooms of heart,

And show my name written on the walls where I could feel my breath

My walls are sold out to a name which I found to be sweet.

Would you be offended if I called you my girl?

I dare to show the world my girl for she made me love.

Would you be offended if I sang this song for you?

It’s no lullaby, but the words of a heart that loveth you.

That night with you and me...

The night was bathed in moonlight,
Music of silence was heard loud.
Here we stood in the midst of nowhere,
Just me and her, bound in love and trust.

I moved closer to take her arms in mine.
I felt her palm cold in shiver.
I touched her lips and saw her tremble.
I felt her breath warm and sweet.

Tonight my soul was to be freed,
The sorrows and pain were to flee.
I now heard the birds sing,
The song of blessing were heard loud.

I touched her lips, now dry and cold,
My lips had longed for this day,
The day for us to be bound in love and trust.
Our souls were pure, off from lust bound in love.

Rain's Kiss brings blossom,
Early Sun's Kiss brings Life and Beauty,
Yet my Lips thirsts for your kiss,
It brings meaning and spirit to my life.

Let the beauty of your lips shine on mine.
Let your touch adore my body,
Let your trust jewel my soul.
Here I see your dimples in shadows.

Your eyes spoke to me everything you wanted,
Your nasal line brushed mine.

(To be continued...)

Intoxicated...

Left in my room with moments joy,

I wait holding the gadget,

A gadget that helped me see her,

A gadget that spoke her heart.

I spoke the words that came from heart,

What stopped her is a mystery.

Is it love or does she feel I am her friend.

I rejoice for I have her...

But the joy was short lived,

The words that once soothed, now hurts.

I have feelings for I am human.

I feel you from a distance unknown.

When you turned around,

I prayed to lord for your joy.

Now you blame me for a reason unknown.

Can I not be the reason of joy?

I deserve respect, a dignity,

Which I believe is my right so is yours.

Man or Woman deserves respect,

A heart intoxicated.

Face may hide your pains,

Thoughts might gift you pain.

Your intoxicated smile

Whispers to my ears...

Wherever you are...

Whoever stays by you...

Your smile is intoxicated...

Don’t let them be washed by toxins...

Let the immortal die...

Oh lord! I see men fight for power
Men kill men for glory.
Men die for love.
Still man long to live.
A life to kill and hurt.

Oh lord! shut your ears,
for their prayers should be unanswered.
Men starve for love and food,
Here he stands to kill,
with a prayer to save his soul.

Oh lord! Give me strength to strike,
Born immortal is my curse.
Let the immortal die, For I am in grief.
Seen my dear ones part,
I see no mercy, I see no love.

Can you smile when she cries?

Born in a nation with beauty,
I never knew what my nation stood for.
The moments of joy and glory,
Were the gifts I gained from the host.

Years later I saw my nation,
A nation that had promises undead.
Now living in the nation with pain,
A pain that can be healed only by its kids.

Tonight I weep, for my nation suffers,
With many of its men being brutal.
I came back for my nation,
With a hope to repay my nation.

Gained a little, but seen many.
Many who stood for the nation,
Died young for they loved us.
We see none but see ourselves.

Some see the enemy within,
to wage a war against our brothers..
Can we stand up, can we not call out,
The names of the men who made us proud

Tonight I see my nation stay bowed,
For her children betrayed her.
Her love is no more felt,
Wake up for this is our love.

Wake up all lovers, for she is your love.
Wake up all looser, for she will bring glory.
Wake up all men, for she made your life.
Stand up for a nation that bought you up.

I stay alone, with a hope to change,
Change the nation where I live.
The nation for whom all my world revolved.
Can you smile when she cries?

For I can sing no more....

Once I heard my voice echo,
It pleaded for mercy.
I shouted back for I hated mercy.
I heard my voice plead.

Blend with pain, my voice moaned,
It had request and words to please.
Days of joy and freedom was felt no more,
For things have changed and here I stand.

Friend was a thought, a theory unproved.
In a city where people greed
Had no stories of friendship.
Things moved and words of fury did breed.

For life is long and things change,
some bonds break for not to unite.
Some bonds break for a hope to unite.
And some break just to strengthen.

I can sing no more, for my throat is dry.
The mercy was taken, grace was forbidden
The thought of a friend scares me more,
For now I live with a hope to move.

Life won't stop for it has a pace,
If you win it's your fate.
If you loose the ones close would moan,
For I can sing no more....

What did I gain Oh Lord?

Born with the silver spoon,
I had little to moan.
Saw the pain of people around
And I knew one day I would cry.
The cry of pain and thirst for survival.

Years had passed and I saw things change,
The smell of favorite cuisines tickled my nose.
I turned around for I was born to rule,
Not to drool on someone Else's food.
Things have changed, changes I can't stand

The thought to live, the thought to win,
drove me to distances I never dreamed of.
The paths I traveled had stains of blood,
I turned around and realized bleeding feet.
Now I stand high with thanks to God.

I have heard of the nature to support,
I have heard of God who bless mankind.
I have seen people help the weak.
Now I stretch out my hand,
The hand that once pleaded mercy is now offering.

I have lost worth, but gained the best,
Things have changed and have settled my unrest mind,
But the loss of my naughty girl shudders me,
A Sister who changed my life stands away.
When things have changed the pain still remain.

Yes Lord, being your follower I sinned,
I loved her more than you,
Won't it be forgiven for its love you taught.
Can I not stand up for her?
Let the loss of my life be balanced.

Is it the wealth and joy I gained?
What is joy without the ones whom I love?
I can see my Sister but can't have her,
I can see my Love, the love who can never accept me
What did I gain Oh Lord?

A friend so loving...

Back in 4th grade I met her,

Those days were of innocence

for we were young and naughty

I still remember her in pink frock

The day when she celebrated her Birthday

Born to my forefathers kin,

I cared for her and loved her.

For her I was a stranger

and a stupid spoilt child,

Who was a born lover...

Years did pass and we got close,

the more I went away the more was I pulled,

We got closer, more closer that gelled our hearts,

Now is the time to think about future,

can we unite our souls?

We did live our lives just,

I lived a life with friends, friends and more friends.

But hers was a life that just had me.

Am I to care for, am I to tell her my love.

lets live our lives to the fullest.

We smiled, we teased, we taunted,

We hurt, we ran our races.

But beneath we were bound with the care and love,

A love and care unexplained,

For the forces seemed strange and invisible.

How lame a divorce can be...

The world seemed to strangle us,
I stood in the hallway of the court for mercy.
None seemed to show mercy,
For we were blamed for our lives.

I looked at my girl who hugged me hard,
She had her Mother's features.
How could she forget our girl,
for she was the gift of our love.

I looked at the lady whom I had made part of my life,
She stood with her family at a distance,
Though the distance seemed few meters,
Our hearts were strangely apart.

A divorce was what she wanted,
for she always felt that I had no time for her,
A girl whom when I invited to my life,
took her to be granted.

We were one and so I lived for her.
Until I had greater promises from work.
Career came prior sometime
Not knowing what I was loosing I moved.

One day the work seemed less
and there I took a cab home.
The door of my home was close,

I opened the door with my spare key.

I walked into my room and stretched out,

There lay a note on the dressing table.

"I amd leaving for I cant live more with you,

Your daughter is with your sister."

The reason seemed lame,

for a divorce on a topic was dumb.

I have my daughter and now

here I stand with my soul in my hand...

Cant the world be of the pure and good?

The night seemed to cry,
The wind blew hard drawing my curtains apart,
I felt great for the night was now cool
I hoped for a sound sleep.

Never thought to be disturbed,
for I had a nightmare.
Something that I couldn't explain
and I woke up and waited for dawn

I saw my bike being hit hard
there was a chapel, the one near my Brother's home.
What is it got to do,
for it was just me who met with the accident

Didn't know how the nightmare had cast it's spell
Instead of a day with hope,
I started my day disturbed.
Not knowing the actual reason

The news came in few hours,
My dearest Brother had met his death,
A death that drained me,
A death that strangled me.

I wished it was a wrong info,
Spoke to my Mom and I heard her weep.
Dad who was strong, rushed to his home,
The news wasn't fake, I have lost my Bro...

I probably realized the care of a Bro through him,
Being at a distance he soothed my pain,
I had little to speak for his smile would heal,
I had lot to share and now I stand alone.

Whom would I call for comfort,
Whom would I smile when I am at church,
Whom would I tease forgetting my flaws,
Wish I had him beside...

God, I know things happen for good,
Can you tell me one good reason 4 his parting.
Is the world meant for the sinners like me?
Cant the world be of the pure and good?

With unseen joy, unseen glory,
He bid good bye, to a world that love him.
Death for the dead would be a comfort,
but for the world he gifts pain.

Martin Chetta... Loved you and will always love you Chetta...

"What did you do for us?"

The room was dark but cozy,
The room smelled good with her fragrance,
I stretched for I had nothing to do,
She sat beside and turned around.

Now its a break from work
for there was a power failure,
I saw her face in the glow of monitor,
She smiled and we spoke about our past.

Having a Major in my life she asked,
From all the people who had moved out your life,
whom would you long to return.
She was already with me so it wasn't she..

Had lived few years with a naughty girl,
A girl for whom I felt living my life wasn't wrong.
Living for a girl friend would be sick,
But I had lived with my Sister...

Few know the reason for why I am here,
Few know what I had done for few lives,
But people tend to forget the meaning of life,
We live lives hoping everything around is right.

"What did you do for us?"
A question that bothered me for the past few years
I am bad at accounting both in Commerce and in life,
Living for your life needs no accounting.

Now is the time to move on,
But every moment I am reminded,
Reminded of a girl to whom I made promises,
A girl who once said there are relations stronger than blood.

Now I see the promises shattered,
We are living in our spheres,
The spheres which would never meet,
The days are long and disturbing...

Curse of an Angel

I dread the long streets with hope,
Hoped a new Sun to rise.
I remembered my promises
The ones I made to my dear ones...

Now I walk away from all
For I felt I had lost my destiny
My future seemed unclear
My clothes are rugged...

The long run had its toil on me
A moments stop with my girl
is all what I remember to comfort
Why does she live a lie...

Some live in truth,
some live in lie cos of fear,
She curses her for her state..
For an angel's curse is never devastating

An Angel's curse is short lived
An Angel is spoilt in his love,
Get up, we have lot to dread
and you have lost your angel...

Without a Guardian I walk
Self defense is all what I have to stop crying
I can move on, but can I ever forget her?
Life's ends don't seem to meet
For An Angel has cursed...

Yes! Yes...! I am not alone...

Yes I cried loud alone,
Guess I was all alone
I was lost in my thoughts
Was I ever a looser..

Then I met this girl
In a pub with my friend
She was alone with a beer
I stepped up said my name

Oh! Do I know you?
No! No! No! I am just a bearer
Here to deliver an order.
Guess you are at the wrong table

Well, I might be but I have a smile for you
She said, Oh God not again,
I said lets step out and talk,
She came out and cried on me...

Oh God, how can comfort her,
Can she see my heart bleed..
The days that followed blinded us in love
Now I know... "we are alone..."
Yes! Yes...! I am not alone...

I need your miscalls....?

Up in my room I sat with my Laptop
I heard my landline ring...
Mom answered, for I was sure it wasn't for me
My Cellphone was idle for days...

I wished my phone to glow,
But it only glowed when I put it on charge.
Days were all boring,
For it's all silence that I hear around

The voice of silence scare me,
for it has no life and no promise.
I sat the whole day typing
messages for her..

I typed a message and saved it in my cell,
my last message to let her know my love.
We are friends and we stayed by,
The more we stood the more I loved.

Now I wait for her miscalls,
For once I told her,
When you realize you are alive give a miscall
When you know you are dying give a miscall
For I will come along with you to the life after

A miscall makes me think of you,
A message tells me your thought,
Your pics make me nostalgic
The silence around tells me I need you..

Today you have found your love,
when you walked out of my life,
I dint stop for I cared for your happiness.
But I need your miscalls...

It breaks the silence and tells me
"Your friend remembers you...
Cheer up for she is still there as your friend"
Be happy for I will sacrifice my happiness for you..
I just need your miscalls...

My Sister from another Mother n Father

From my childhood
I longed for a Sister,
Years later God blessed me.
He blessed me with a sister
A Sister from another Mother n Father

At school many identified
us to be the same blood
God, you did bless me with the best moments
Time did pass by n we lived our lives
with a strong bond and blessed by God...

I lost my Sister for we did become someone's envy
Being the eldest I pulled her back
Everything seemed well
Until our relation was again put on test
I cried this time for I was sure to loose

Years had I lived alone,
Now when things have changed
I stand helpless, for I see her stand away
I could again pull her back
But now I won't, for I should keep her happy

Let she hate me,
Let she not understand,
One day when I am gone she would know my li'l secret
And then I don't want her to cry
For I had only longed for her joy

Years later I saw her again at a college,
Like always I felt her presence,
I saw my blood pass by,
She brushed the wind and went past
God was I wrong?

I stepped into the corridor
Hoping her to turn around,
For her movements were swift
I smiled and prayed with a tear in my eyes
"God bless her for she is my blood
My Sister from another Mother n Father"