Remains

In between pages of a diary peeps a half capped pen, 

As if the writer had left in a hurry, it forgotten.

Thoughts it recorded of a mind senseless

Words it spewed as venom most poisonous. 

Harsh, condemning those left behind, 

For not doing more to help, to be kind.

24 years of love, of bonding, of joy, all erased

Because that 1 person was the one who strayed? 

Parents, family, friends all who you encouraged, 

All you heard were taunts, where none were, as you raged.

Love comes in all forms, and joy is around sorrow's roundabout,

You knew this, said this often, but under duress you forgot.

But when unhappy, one is wont to say

"It is my way or the highway".

But not this one way street, not this pain,

Not this end, not just this memory of you to remain.

27 Feb 2015

- Self-Explanatory.

No Chance for Redemption

Received news today 

A student has death embraced

From the 7th floor house, a supposed cucoon,

High on alcohol he fell down to ever doom 

His parents to question themselves, to wonder

"What could I have done to stop this blunder?" 

Do people who let go ever pause to think

How many more they drag with them to the brink? 

The mother lamenting she had done not more

The father staring, unable to bring his sorrow to the fore.

Listening to the mother bewildered, in pain,

Thinking of 24 years of love come to pass in vain. 

Sharing her grief, shuddering as she weeps, 

But filled with rage, for the loss for keeps.

A girlfriend ditched you, a promotion passed you by, 

I sympathised then, but NOW, I am antagonised.

Yes, bad things happen, so work through them, 

Or reach out. Friends, even strangers, would not abandon. 

Everyone makes mistakes, we may have too, 

But no chance of redemption, why bestow this gloom? 

You who said your parents were the best, 

Have ensured they only stay atop grief's crest. 

Sorry, I am too angry to cry. 

Why? Why? Did you commit suicide? 

- 27 Feb 2015

- Self-Explanatory.

ADOPTED

It has been a bad day today in some ways. 

I got into an argument yet again. 

But this one hurt me deeply, 

Someone said an adoptee has no family.

A student I know is one such

Who has been denied so much

His parents love him a lot, he says

But their families even now walk away. 

A loving touch, a gentle word, a joyous smile, 

Is it so hard to be be kind to a child? 

Genes are touted so much by people,

But really the difference is so miniscule. 

Did you know for instance that human DNA differs by 0.1% or less

From another human, origin regardless? 

That mtDNA inherited from the mother is the same composition

For all that belong to a wide continent region? 

Yet we distinguish, we need to know

The origin of child to place him high or low

In our rankings of love and respect

Based on prejudice, and some fear, I suspect. 

Do we not have in each of our familes,

Some killer, some thief, some secret we would like to keep? 

Yet what we protest is a member of another creed or community

And worse a person, an infant, with no known identity! 

Does it make sense when we know less of death and life hereafter

To embrace it so, but to shun a child because it knows not its gene provider?

I grew up on stories of the rearing of Krishna and Moghli, 

And I would rather be with a wolf than such specimens of 'humanity'. 

- Written on 23 Feb 2015

- Self-explanatory. Plus a similar argument with someone else on the possibility of TOTAL acceptance of adoptees by ALL. 

- The conversation took place after I showed a documentary in class 'The Human Spark: Episode 02'. The kid wanted to ahow this to his "family", more so his parents would not be reviled any more than for himself. I think he is more evolved than that extended FAMILY of his, but whatever. 

- Today has just been that kind of day. :( 

- I hope tomorrow brings a brighter thought being adopted. 

Happy Kiss Day

May each day be a kiss day :)

Kisses smacking of joys,

Kisses shared by the eyes,

Love filled kisses, 

Comforting kisses, 

Flying kisses, 

Gesture kisses, 

French kisses, 

Tickling kisses,

Air kisses, 

Blown kisses,

So many types, so many ways, 

So light a touch that was placed, 

So deep a connection that caress for years stays, 

So joyous a celebration

That it begs repetition,

So varied and so much emotion

In this universal form of expression.

A mother's cracked loving lips, 

A father's bearded scratchy lips

A child's drool filled lips, 

A friend's laughter spilling lips, 

A lover's romantic lips, 

And on and on goes the list. 

I wish you kisses galore

May love ever replenish its store. 

Happy Kiss Day! 💋💋💋💋

- Written on 13 Feb 2015

- Self-explanatory :) Happy Kiss Day everybody.