Daddy's PoemHer hair was up in a pony tail,Daddy's Poem9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
her favorite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy's Day at school,
and she couldn't wait to go.
But her mommy tried to tell her,
that she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand,
if she went to school alone.
But she was not afraid; she knew just what to say. What to tell her classmates of why he wasn't there today.
But still her mother worried,
for her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again,
she tried to keep her daughter home.
But the little girl went to school
eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees;
a dad who never calls.
There were daddies along the wall in back, for everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently,
anxious in their seats
One by one the teacher called a student from the class. To introduce their daddy, as seconds slowly passed.
At last the teacher called her name,
every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching,
for a man who wasn't there.
"Where's her daddy at?"
she heard a boy
Parilis Liquidus.Everything I can look back on, my fondest memories and all,Parilis Liquidus.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everytime I look upon them, I remember your last fall.
Everywhere I held you close and every sunset that we saw,
Every moment that I pondered what I hadn't seen before.
Someday I had to wonder, if all were to be as it seems,
Somehow I feel your distress, hear your ever-haunting screams.
Somewhere I would hasten in my step, as I realise your fate,
Some time will have to pass before I accept I was too late.
Foremost within my life, like a needle needs a thread,
Forever your memory resides, wrestling reality in my head.
Forward continually through life, pacing down the silent lane,
For like liquid from the clouds, i'd fall beside the rain.
What it means to be a SikhMe...2 letters. Sikh...4 letters. Those two words together...precious beyond all extremes.What it means to be a Sikh7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I can't begin to describe how it feels to be a Sikh. All my school friends ask me "Why do you keep your hair" or "Why do you wear a turban". But I never get tired of explaining - because I love my religion.
Just remember, no matter what, I will always believe that everyone is equal. There are no castes, no religions and no genders in the eyes of God. In His eyes, we are all the same.
Waheguru Jee Ka Khalsa, Waheguru Jee Kee Fateh.
Reverie.Take to the sky once again upon the white wings of glory,Reverie.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Breaking through the wisp-cloaked clouds as you retell the story,
Your calls but a whisper, caught in the river of autumnal winds,
Flowing amongst the lost pleas, the leaked prayers and the sins.
I fly for the martyrs, for the lost and forgotten,
Amongst sunset and twilight, through clouds soft as cotton,
I fly for the dreamers, through the night sky below,
As close as them to the stars; as bright white as fresh snow,
I fly for the people who witness the gentle sunrise,
Dazedly brushing the stardust away from their sleep struck eyes,
I fly for the lovers, who never wish to ever land,
Sharing the gaze of eternity, the soft embrace of a hand.
Your whispers through the clouds reach the people below,
Your words clear as glass, and like a river they flow;
Ill be waiting almost forever for you to remember my name,
Lost amongst your bitter gunfire and your lush lands set aflame,
Until that day Ill fly high