Why, O why did you do it? I considered you my own So what, If you weren't born of me I still took you as my child I looked upon you as a strong Man Why, O why did you do it? Sikiladi Your indifference proved me wrong Your attitude proves you are wrong You … Continue reading You are not a Man!
hurt
Ho’oponopono seva : a healer’s dairy
Why did he feel good? Simply by asking forgiveness and forgiving and that’s something he hadn’t done in a long time. Over the years of his success from being a nobody, a poor person he had grown to be a person of name, fame, means and abundance and commanded a fair amount of respect in the Kenyan society. Though consciously he hadn’t harmed or hurt those who ever did that to him, their behaviors in his earlier days started disturbing him in his old and lonely day
I tasted blood!
With every lick and twirl of my tongue I tasted the saltiness of my own blood. It wasn't pleasant. It felt acidic. I had had an injury from a fall resulting in deep cuts on my lips outward and inwards. The bleeding had been immense, and continued even after the lips were joined together at … Continue reading I tasted blood!
Eccedentasiast
Eccedentasiast She smiles Convincingly she smiles And They think she’s happy , She’s content They know not her pain Her miseries understood by none For she’s the one…, Who often smiles. She wins the crown…. For never having a frown She wears a happiness gown The eccedentasiast she is….. For skipping the tears… Never permitting … Continue reading Eccedentasiast
Dejected!
He was hurt, felt dejected, shut his eyes. He felt insulted, the humiliation hit......
She thinks, He thinks
My aging age has brought a challenge
They think my mind is now beyond their range
Yet, I continue living hopefully
For, they are mine, and I am theirs
IT HURTS!
Within the heart of each Sindhi there is a root of the separated land Sindh. The belonging is shattered as post partition the Sindhis are still without a territory that they can call their own in the free India.
Condolences
At the time of losing someone dear and even later on those known to you offer their condolences. How much of it is needed by the grieving you?
HONESTY
Honesty evades us honestly, And asks for shelter pleadingly. The hurts inflicted by the untruth, Are morals simply gone uncouth. It weeps and agonizes longingly, For the truth to emerge boldly. Suffocating from being under wraps, Disguised by some unscrupulous chaps. Alas! Lies have gained popularity, Despite their dark, sly notoriety. Children conceit their own … Continue reading HONESTY
Sikiladi 