Never too Late

Dreams are not late to achieve
for it happens when everything is light
My passion can and go
For I do not relax at times
I dream to become tall
But I am an ant who lives tall
I dream to travel a lot
But I sit here and never want to leave home at all
I go to near by places but
I get home sick with out the cushion I sit
My life gets stuck
But never too stuck to get out
My dreams
My life
all I wonder
Its hard to leave the pace
for the world overall


Hi Guys
its been so long but its nice to be back in this forum.

Lasha.

my back yard

Here Parrots sound
We cant see them in 
Around green bushy trees
I work in my kitchen 
there is a sudden movement
across window 
Four parrots fighting
for one mango 
in my back yard garden
catch my eyes in between
my morning cooking.

Pardon me for the poor video quality...... its my window kitchen backyard mango tree............

This poem is shared with dVerse Poetics today where Marina Sofa prompts: "Write a poem about the happening in the corner of your eye."     

Best Friend

Its been a long time i have made my presence...... Work School function........... so much to do but i didnt want to miss this as i love claudia schoenfeld Work as well as her poem and want to make my time this time........ Sry for my short little appearance and not been active.......... Hope to work everything to normal............

So here is my pic and the poem to it...........

In the busy city

I work my way

Nothing so beautiful 

Top hill view

city of history

City with pride

Were i always love 

to spend rest of my life

Nothing more fun

With a coffee in hand

With the lovely aroma 

Spending my time 

quite and leisure

With mom my best friend to share

This poem is written for dVerse Poetics for my prompt over there.  Claudia Schoenfeld's Flickr page has may pic and many beautiful work I choose two of them to write my prompt.

Home Not home anymore

Born in a family

Married to another

Father mother now alone

But still not my home

Heart deep inside grown up space

Cant live their any more

My home is where my hubby lives

That is also not for me

Its only for in laws to live

Your space , privacy

all in stake.

only you have to adjust 

and live a life of discomfort

may wonder,

Where is my space

For I want my private state.......................

Nightmare

Hi friends I am writing after a long time.... This is in reality happening in India........... Ashamed of the incident. Now I feel its hunting me around... This little girl who is in the age of my son was raped by the teacher as punishment in a dark room, she is may not even have know how to toilet alone without an adult, She fell sick and didnt even say to her mother what happened, Luckly mother come to know ............... What teacher can do to their student in kindergarten or just passed kindergartner.

Hunted by the rumors

Found the realty

Why she didnt sleep

For she was in dark

Never to get up at all

Was pushed and punished 

for no reason of mischif

How will a mother sleep

after hearing

what will the mother do

Whats the future that holds

Poor child can she go to school again

will we have the power 

to send our children

School is second home

But now i feel

Scared to send my son

It may be a boy or a girl

Harassment is same as to everyone

What will we do

What is the future

is there a safe place 

No one need to attack us

As we have to attack our-self

For not respecting our life's

true values and hopes

News Details,

 For Dverses prompt  Poet on DMT.....

Words are wisdom

Love care
Share to dare
I don't mind whats on my mind
all eases With a lovely smile
worries ponder
I wonder for words
swishes away the ponder
slack day
when bell play
like thunder to ears
Soft words fail
Sit quit Look back
Place your word on backside
pic of smiles
sweet memories will fly by
New day Will always
Open up
Hope with new start...


Today at dVerse Poetics Marina wants us to write about shattering and rebuilding, be it personal or in the world. My confidence is to read and write, My hubbys hope with my future is  bright and we want to walk together no matter what.
Our son is going to school and he is feeling down now all I want to do is keep talking to him to make him a strong person and give him hope saying this is new  Life of new friends.. I am so happy with the kids he is studying, all are giving him courage and hope and will be there for him to make him walk........ I see hope and courage in those little once words and smile........ they are only 6-7 year it amaze me how they all give him a worm welcome, hug him and make him feel light.......I thank God for having kids so sweet around him its his will that we are so fortunate to have such a school and such young  people with energy around.

Lost thought

Juggling between school and clinics
Operations and corridor
Doctor and teachers
Life for the little one
So hard and loom

Juggling and juggling
Thoughts tough
No clue to ponder
Little hopes wonder
Life for the little brain
Is hard to refrain

Juggling with life
Of faith and fair play
We pray everyday
To hope for a better living
Life for the little chap
Is hard and tough to gain.

World Around

Every place has a beauty

Just to see

Flower bloom

Bird squeegee

Animal roar

To see those 

through the eyes 

is a goods gift of life.

No wonder why

We don't see life

around the tiles

of your own homes alive.

But wonder 

across seas

Miles deep inside 

to search of world away 

then beside.

today at dVerse Abhra asks us where in the world we would love to be 

bridge

The Gap that grow over small fight never could be bridged

Words lost over anger could never got back

Broken bridge of life

For no return of glide.

Poetry Jam

Past to tell

that my great grand father and grandmother. me next to him in the traditional swing which is still part of our house.

Great Grandfather came to town

Leaving his ways back home

To make his children

The 1st pic  with my Grand ma and my bro sis
2nd pic my dads car (he still has it) 1975 ambasidar'
standing in the old house which i have written about.
3rd me and my sis in kodikannal holiday
last my younger bro birth day

Have a better life 

Five in total

Everyone so different

When I look back

I couldn't relate them

Each in their own ways

Now we have a home

a place of history that holds

I have grown up their

Now it holds a modern flats

Couldn't keep the whole big place

For safety and needs 

Now even in my dreams 

I cant forget

Those huge doors 

Those big trees 

With wells and bells

Flowers and leaves

Everywhere to please.

Now I see 

Only tall building 

Mobile towers

Nothing to easy

the eyes of needs


Grace has us write ancestors at dVerse today…