love as it comes – his

he wrapped
his tiny fingers around hers
held her hand tight
and said “Love you mummy”

he held her hand warm
placed it on his heart
pulled her closer
and said “love you my bride”

he held her tiny hands
placed them on his lips
kissed her softly
and said “Love you my princess”

he held her wrinkled hands
placed them on his forehead
kissed them gently
and said “miss you mother”

my earthen piggy bank

the time presents itself to me

promised to reward yet another blow

so dearly i treasured them till now

all my pennies are ready to go

abandoning me of their hold

loosening me of the comfort

to offer bread to my children

there –

my earthen piggy bank just hit the ground

oh so dear are those broken pieces to me

i gather the pennies in my hand

soon to be freed of my possession

then –

the broken piggy bank stares at me

its eyes dull yet hopeful as they said to me

i loved containing those pennies in me

utilize their worth for you have to, today

and tomorrow, you must promise to fix me

for i desire those pennies to be mine once again

i crave for them to fill me


little language problemo

little language problemo

the phone ringing

a voice on the other end : “ola”

the agent : “ma’am good morning, am i speaking to “Maria Luis”

the voice on the other end : “si.. si”

the agent : “ma’am, i’m calling from the credit card company.. your bill due of $125.

the voice on the other : long pause

the agent : “ma’am, you there?”

the voice on the other end : “no    e n g l a i s h”

the agent : “hello, ma’am, your bill is due”

and the line went dead

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along came with fame…

along came with fame…

with fame, along came much more

the glitter of pennies, a thousand followers

a house so big, tough to discover its boundaries

fancy outings, finest wine in those barrels

sexy feminine long dresses with flairs

such heavenly bags and shoes with all heels

this life i thought was worth living

didn’t i crave for it all the time

yet another dark reality that was realized

with fame, came such deep pain

it brought loneliness along with the crowd

it was killing sometimes, the applause

the glorious glory, was it worth my character?

only when i have it now, i am desperate

to be a common girl whom no one recognizes

a girl sipping her coffee in the coffee shop and no one stares

guess now i need a time machine

someone help me, i wanna travel back in time

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A Shiver of Pleasure

A Shiver of Pleasure

he looked at her with warmth in his eyes

her lips were soft inviting him to kiss

he slipped his fingers in her hair

the warmth in his eyes turning passionate

he wanted her to look into his eyes

his need to make love to her made her shiver in joy

passion grew in her veins, her heart started to race

the angels of love danced around two souls

as they poured pure love into each other

melting in the steam of pleasure

him and her

moaned joy in union

crying out each other’s name they reached the peak

kissing each other softly, they lay still

once again

he looked at her with warmth in his eyes



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Painting on the wall

Painting on the wall

painting on the wall

looks so to me

i am naive, not to understand

the state of mind of the man

holding the brush, surrounded by colors

does he belong to the city he painted

or he longs for it, for it’s zeal

is he jealous of the people living there

or he is one of them celebrating

flock of birds flying in the sky

are they for real or mere imagination

or the painter simply meaning

to prompt the admirer to go ahead

paint the painting yet again


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i woke up with wings

i woke up with wings

that morning as i woke up

i had wings like a fairy

white and flawless

someone whispered to me in my ears

her voice soft and mesmerizing

my eyes were still puffy from the sleep

as i rubbed them i tried to see

couldn’t see anything but a light so bright

made me feel like a feather, oh so light

the voice told me “you got it my love”

i bless you with wings, now fly like a dove

i assign you the task to spread divinity

go ahead – be an angel

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time and territory

time and territory

the place and time brought much for them

for him, and for the other him

while both debated for their rights

one longed for the throne

and the other for some peace

the soil that nourished the peace seeker

eroded, got collected in the hands of terror

where no one was considered a human


while choosing to go out of the boundary walls of his home

he wasn’t sure to be back breathing

out in the streets there were masked faced men

sadly for nothing, anyone could shoot him

abandon him of his worthless life


the horror made him desperate, to stand and demand

a little peace in the lives of everyone

his struggle is not known to the man

the one who is fighting for the throne


two men, two stories of struggle

yet one of them sounds like some luxury to me

the effect of the time be the same, but not their territory


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a city birthing a city

a city birthing a city

glorious city with colorful lights

glittering with gold, with best lifestyle

fancy people belong here

they all wear hats and long coats

their shoes polished shining

their language articulate

men always walk with pride

their ladies always glowing and bright

each one of them own a house big and plush

inside they sit and relax

while they sip their english tea in expensive cups

someone not so polished sweats

this someone not so polished, is the servant who does’t sleep

the one who cooks for a family of 20, for him there’s nothing to eat

he doesn’t wear shoes of any kind, nor does he speak good language

always he walks behind the master carrying his master’s luggage

his children have never seen a school, neither have they seen a playground

for they are forced to follow the footsteps of their father

they never step out of the servant’s quarter

generations to come shall follow the tradition

children of masters to remain masters

to rule the children of the servants

slowly, the glittery glorious city, birthing a city

that’s dull, full of pain

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why did they tell me

why did they tell me

when they told me i was dying

i was left with just a few months

the illness inside me was growing

the healing cells in my body wouldn’t work

i was not prepared what my ears heard

i wanted to react, yet my face went blank


i drove back home, lied in my bed

my eyes open, i kept looking at the ceiling

i felt a little heaviness in me

i smiled to me ironically on the fact of dying

all of them know, they have to go

its much painful for me

for i know when

guess, am gonna die every moment now on

thinking it’s coming

till the time i die

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i am not a child anymore

i am not a child anymore

my eyes dried of tears

my expressions don’t cry along with me

when i can’t take it no more, i scream with pain

yet, no one seems to notice

then i tell myself

not to worry

it’s got to be like this only

i am not a child anymore

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child on the street

child on the street

the sun said goodbye

on the streets there were lights

few lit up, few flickering, the rest of them dead

it didn’t seem to bother the people passing by

neither did they notice a child

sitting under one lit up street light

lost in studying a book in his hands

a weighing machine sat by his side

through which he meant

to offer the people passing by

come stand on it

check how much they gained

or did they loose a few pounds

in return, drop a coin in the box

lying next to the weighing machine

for the child had used the light on the street to read

but before he goes to sleep later in the night

a little food, he deserves to eat

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when you became mine

when you became mine

the breeze started to flow

dew emerged on the colorful petals

mingling of rain with sun, flashed a rainbow

fragrance of flowers made love to the wind

spreading its wings till far distance

cuckoo bird sang lullaby to baby chicks

leaves of the trees danced to the music

looked like the beginning of a magical play

my senses started to bathe the beauty

making me beautiful the most

yes… it all turned divine – when you became mine

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him & her – Titanic

him & her – Titanic

he was a boy of modest means

boarded the ship with his gamble win

she was a girl travelling in the first class

styled her hair with a diamond pin


him and her destined to make love

in the Atlantic on the ship of dreams Titanic


him and her destined to witness

the greatest tragedy

in a few days after they had met


him and her destined to fight together

their survival against the wrath of an iceberg


him and her destined to make sacrifices

each in their own way

her by keeping her promise to survive

him by giving his life away  (for her)

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chemistry with GOD

chemistry with GOD

we go to him

or he comes to us… doesn’t matter

we just need to feel the presence

of each other

we see him with our eyes

or we don’t… doesn’t matter

must we be sure, he looks upon us

we follow him

or we just stop… doesn’t matter

he’s always somewhere inside us

we whisper to him

or we just pray in our hearts… doesn’t matter

he never fails to understand us

jolly or it’s another rough day… doesn’t matter

must we feel blessed

by Dear God till eternity

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dear tiny SPARROW

dear tiny SPARROW

my dear tiny SPARROW

i miss your chirping in the mornings

all my childhood, you woke me

before the sun could announce the day

the nest you made many times

in a hole on the wall of my house

i climbed on the back of a few kids

to watch your tiny eggs laid

my heart breaks to learn you are extinct

for the sharp rays of the mobile towers

guilt contains my heart to comprehend

your presence will never be

relished by my children

your musical chirping will never

wake them up in the mornings

for them, remains only

the hollow power of the mobile towers

and not a tiny beautiful you


knowingly, unknowingly

i repent to have killed you

o my dear SPARROW.. i miss you

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God’s way

God’s way

Dear God
my life is getting tough
there are thorns on my path
walking barefoot
am failing in all that I do

God said
my dear child
in your path there are thorns
there are flowers too
there is struggle
but I have made you wise
to sense, be prudent
step carefully
& triumph shall walk its way
to kiss your feet


when u loved me.. when u deceived me

when u loved me.. when u deceived me

when you loved me

you reached till this heart of mine

you deceiving me

empowered your reach

to every bit of me

all of me

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have i met me?

have i met me?

i searched the heaven

i have been through hell

i have traveled a long way

to meet me

can anyone tell

if i am there

have i met me

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when music was born

when music was born

drums beaten up vigorously with sticks

strings of guitar mercilessly squeezed and pulled

saxophone saturated, overflowed with air in its lungs

keys of piano wept the pressure of pianist’s fingers

harmonica went almost out of breath

cymbal going deaf with unstopping collision

accordion blown up to the extent of explosion

synthesizer mourned to keep up the pace

chimes yearned for wind not to blow

songster with his closed eyes

went nearly blind for the depth of the song

i was there, i witnessed that moment

when MUSIC was born

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the green girl

the green girl

green girl emerges in the jungle

long hair kissing her knees

divine body covered in leaves

fragrant as if bathed in flowers

glowing face with eyes blue green

her manner graceful like a queen

she holds the sun in one hand

in the other she holds the moon

showering the life in the jungle

with light, making it serene

trees bend their branches in honor

as she walks her elegant way

an army of all sorts of animals

follow their queen in silence

a sight so charmingly delightful

when the green girl emerges in the jungle


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music of his kind

as i entrusted him

with the guitar of my heart

as i entrusted him

to play the flute of my emotions

he ended up playing

the music of his kind

it was the music he only liked

on which i ended up dancing

all my life


the snail

the snail

the snail walking its pace

innocent of the world racing around

its manner presenting tranquility

a spirit so calm and quiet


the snail walking its pace

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i take pride for u raised me right

i take pride for u raised me right

  i take pride as you raised me right
you were tough you were polite
when I searched for the meaning of life
you gave me the vision to a brighter side
when I lost my courage
you pushed me to fight
in your strong yet loving arms
I could always hide
when nights were long & dark
you held  my light
watched my back till I took my flight

everything is just so special tonight
i am crowned, to reach new heights
thank you DAD for being my guide
a poem of emotions for you i recite
i sure do take pride for you raised me right

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A Soul Worthy of ART

A Soul Worthy of ART

a soul worthy of art

is a soul able to realize the music in monotony

is a soul with the power to celebrate agony

it can paint without possessing colors

it can giggle for someone else’s happiness

it travels the speed of light every moment

it can survive a volcano, it can swallow the sun

it can heal the wounds in a matter of a blink

it can bleed to perform, it can shrink

untouchable, immortal, godly

a soul worthy of art

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excitement keeps us ALIVE

excitement keeps us ALIVE

excited about the morning

excited about your first kiss today

excited about the new dress for your birthday

excited about new shoes and bag

excited about first day of the first job

excited about the football match

excited about the child coming to your life

excited about the seed you sowed

excited about a new flower in your garden

million of reasons to be excited in life

giving us a boost, make us feel light

behind our excitement, could be something big or small

yet this excitement excites us like a child

makes us glow, bringing us a smile

excitement keeps us ALIVE

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he found love in words

he found love in words

when love failed

to find it’s way to him

from the heart of a soul

he dearly cared for


he opened his arms

expanded his horizon

with a pen and some ink

he wrote his heart

he found his love

in words that appeared on paper

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the cobbler

the cobbler

he sits by the roadside everyday

with his tools placed on a cloth in front

a few shoe soles hung on a board behind him

sewing a broken shoe or polishing another

he is the one who mends people’s shoes

struggles for some shade on a summer noon

barely makes enough for his family to eat dinner

his children never ask him for a gift

for they don’t want to break their father’s heart

they greet him well when he returns back home

they respect his courage to touch everyone’s shoes

the cobbler then sits with his family

all of them relish a few dried pieces of bread

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