Poems

POWER TO CHANGE

Give me the power to dare,

to reach the heights with no fear,

Instead of meekly stand and stare.

Give me the courage to defend,

the innocent from injustice of any kind,

Instead of simply sit back and pretend.

Give the strength to protect,

the unique and wild to keep them intact,

Instead of finding excuses to destruct.

Give me the heart to offer,

whatever is left in the coffer,

Instead of walking past those who suffer.

Give me the chance to dream,

Give me the courage to dare,

Give me the conviction to do.

GIVE ME THE POWER TO CHANGE,

THE POWER TO CHANGE MYSELF,

TO CHANGE MYSELF FOR THE BETTER.

(Poem by JP)

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Creator or the Creation ?

[Wg Cdr JP]

Out in the lush green lawn
at the beautiful crimson dawn
It was pleasant and peaceful
in those mountains grand and graceful

The constantly moving clouds weaving different designs
playing hide and seek with sun's golden beams
he was waiting for the girl of his dreams
to gift her the perfect painting of his love

His brush strokes so smooth and soft
blood rushing through veins and paints covering the finger tips
caressed the 'body' curves with colours so beautiful
as he desired no harm or pain to 'her'

She came in like a gentle morning breeze
staring shyly at the portrait of self, pleasantly surprised
pressed her soft lips against his and whispered with a pounding heart
"why do I need the creation when I have the creator ?

By definition, a poem or a poetry is the free expression of thoughts and feelings. Or is it?To express his love for her, he decides to present her a painting of herself - but the intensity of his feelings come to the fore preventing him even to press the brush while painting her portrait- lest he hurt her.And, when his lady love walks in..obviously she is flattered. But then, her love for him takes over. Why does she need a present / painting - a creation when she can have the creator, himself ?An attempt that kindles a lot of..well..expressions !

Published: August 12, 2007

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Why Me?

[Shalini Sugumaran]

I went to a Party Mom, I remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom, So I drank soda instead.
I really felt proud inside, Mom, The way you said I would.
I didn't drink and drive, Mom, Even though the others said I should.

I know I did the right thing, Mom, I know you are always right.
Now the party is finally ending, Mom, As everyone is driving out of sight.
As I got into my car, Mom, I knew I'd get home in one piece.
Because of the way you raised me, So responsible and sweet.

I started to drive away, Mom, But as I pulled out into the road,
The other car didn't see me, Mom, And hit me like a load.
As I lay there on the pavement, Mom, I hear the policeman say,
"The other guy is drunk," Mom, And now I'm the one who will pay.

I'm lying here dying, Mom...I wish you'd get here soon.
How could this happen to me, Mom? My life just burst like a balloon.
There is blood all around me, Mom, And most of it is mine.
I hear the medic say, Mom, I'll die in a short time.

I just wanted to tell you, Mom, I swear I didn't drink.
It was the others, Mom. The others didn't think.
He was probably at the same party as I. The only difference is, he drank
And I will die. Why do people drink, Mom?

It can ruin your whole life. I'm feeling sharp pains now.
Pains just like a knife. The guy who hit me is walking, Mom,
And I don't think it's fair. I'm lying here dying
And all he can do is stare. Tell my brother not to cry, Mom.

Tell Daddy to be brave. And when I go to heaven, Mom,
Put "GOOD BOY " on my grave. Someone should have told him, Mom,
Not to drink and drive. If only they had told him, Mom,
I would still be alive. My breath is getting shorter, Mom.

I'm becoming very scared. Please don't cry for me, Mom.
When I needed you, you were always there.
I have one last question, Mom. Before I say good bye.
I didn't drink and drive, So why am I the one to die? ?

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