Monday, October 25, 2010

In Love with Life!

I love you...
For how you make me smile, when I least expect...
When you make me tear up, saying things no one ever has...
When you hold me tight, and make me feel all yours...
When you kiss me, and make me feel safe...
When you smile, and lit up my life...
When you gaze, and make me shy...
When you sing, as if I were the only one...
When the brat in you makes me feel, you are my child...
When the man in you, makes me blush...
When the boy in you, flirts...
You are the thought - that lets me sleep,
And the thought I wake up to...
I love you...
With all my heart,
And I love you...
With all I have!

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

The Global day of giving!

"The abandoned are still smiling,
Why can't you?"

I read this beautiful phrase on an online poster a long time ago. A poster which showed a bunch of desolate kids smiling at the camera.

I was touched when I saw it first. And the phrase stuck on.

Two days ago, we were taken to Shelter, an orphanage for HIV positive kids, located somewhere close to Ambattur, Chennai. It was a part of the 'Global Day of Giving', our CSR initiative.

I really didn't want to go. I had 2 deadlines to catch for the day and taking 4 hours from work was out of question.

But everyone else seemed excited about going. I went down to wave at the parting colleagues. And before I knew, I was sitting inside one of the cars, waving back at the office.

It was a long drive. I didn't know what to expect. I imagined skinny children, with sunken eyes, gloomy faces and torn clothes, welcome us. I shuddered. Maybe I shouldn't have followed my intuition. Can we go back, please?

I was sitting in the back of the car, alone. The gifts for the kids were neatly packed in the office's brown envelops and kept beside me. Gifts - pencils and sketch pens. They never counted as gifts to me, as a kid. Gifts meant new dresses, shoes, toys and jewellery. Pencils, rubbers and sharpeners were handed to us anyways, no matter how many we lost. They were necessary stuff, not gifts. And moreover, gift wraps were done with shiny colourful sheets. Not in brown envelops.

It took us slightly over an hour to reach Shelter. It is run by one Mr. Solomon, who works part time at 2 places to manage to find the funds to support his 'children' as he calls them. He greeted us and welcomed us warmly.

It was a small house. It was painted a dull yellow paint. But the room was beaming bright. Smiles from the 25 kids, aged from 2 to 12, brightened even the dull paint on the walls. They seemed happy.

No, they were really happy.

Solomon gave us a brief introduction about the place, the children and the malady they faced. Children who dint know who brought them into the world, who dint know what their progenitors had handed over to them, who dint know how long they would survive. Yet they were so cheerful.

We got to know their names and where they studied. We played games and told stories.

Two little girls who sat next to me were keen to know more about my 'French manicure' and complimented me on the 'beautiful ring' I was wearing. When I stretched and yawned and said 'Daddy', one of them said "Remember both your parents. Dont just say Daddy. Say Mummy too!" I dint know what to say. They wanted to know why half of my hair looked straight while the other half looked curly. Now, how do I explain 're-bonded hair' to them!

When we handed over the gifts to them, they flocked around with the vibrancy and innocence only children could offer. They were not bothered about the 'brown envelop'. Nor did they sulk asking "Colour pencils? Thats it?" Before we knew, most of them were already competing drawing cars and houses.

I wondered what kept those kids happy? How could they smile so open-heartedly!

They dint have a 'comfortable house' to go back to at the end of a long day at school.
They dint have a 'sari palu' that wiped the sweat off their foreheads as soon as they got home, nor a hand that would pat them to sleep.
Morning showers meant long queues, each day. There were no 'I first, I last!'
They helped each other with home works.
At an age where 'ghosts thrived in the darkness', they knew to survive lonely nights.
They played quietly in the ground floor so as to not disturb the little one who was critical and awaiting her time, in the floor above.
Their prayers would eventually go unanswered, but that dint stop them from praying.

What did they have in life, that still made them smile?

All they had was Solomon.

And Solomon is all they needed.

Not us, who were visitors. Who would forget all about them before we even closed the car doors and headed back to office.

These children had learnt to share and give, more than to have and receive.

This time, the 'Global day of giving' was more a 'Global day of receiving' for me.


(P.S: Those who'd like to help, please contact shelterindia05@yahoo.co.in )

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Feelings! :D

'I Love You!' is too simple a way -

It doesn't convey half of what I'd want to say.

In real, I'm crazy about you, in my own ways,

I wish to be lost in your embrace - whole night, whole day!

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

For You!

You didn't knock,
You didn't call,
You just barged in
And made me fall...

Madly in love with you!

Saturday, October 9, 2010

To seldom visitors.

Why am I so vulnerable
When it comes to love?
Why is it that they ask to 'let go'?
Is it so that, one can ask for more?

I ask you Lord,
I ask you now -
Why me, of all?
When I had just again, began to crawl!

Don't push me further down -
For you know this cliff is tall...
Don't wait there with stones to haul -
For from here, very steep seems the fall!

When people called me cute,
To him I used to be queen!
Now, when people say I am bright
He says, I am his little sunshine!

I am no queen.
I am no sunshine.
I am a normal girl -
At times, a soul that whines!

If you are here to visit,
Please don't offer to stay.
For I tend to believe.
For I tend to wait.

Don't promise me a life,
And walk away with mine.
I may not come after you,
I may not stalk your way.

I will go away -
And stay hidden always.
To you I may appear stone-hearted
Mean, dead or someone who's gone astray.

But here I will await,
Longing for what was mine.
Hoping for you to return -
At least to return what you had once entwined.

I will face newer days
I will face longer dawns...
Spring will be here soon
The winter seems long.

Don't offer me your home
Just to keep me warm
For even your shoulders
Can bring in calm, for now.

Don't give me your palm,
I may hold on.
For you have no clue,
How much I am drawn!

I let go all that was mine...
Not so that I can get more
I let go all that was mine...
So that I can live on!

I have no love left in me now.
Hatred too? I really doubt
If not for these seldom tear drops
I'd say, I've learned what life is all about!

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Why I miss you!

I miss you cos,
You make me feel special.

I miss you cos,
You make me feel am normal.

I miss you cos,
You listen to all my blabbering.

I miss you cos,
You never stop talking.

I miss you cos,
You never judge me.

I miss you cos,
I trust you.

I miss you cos,
You make me feel that all good things on earth, start with me.

I miss you cos,
I realize that all good things on earth... came from You!