OH,MY DEAR GIRL!

PRAYER

LOVE SONNET

LET ME BE!

LET ME BE!

I'll no more weep or cry
On someone's friendly shoulder,
I'll shed all my weakness

And become a little bolder.

I have learnt my lesson now,

And realised my own mistake

That I had put so wrongly for you

My everything at stake.

Oh,what I thought as your love

Proved to be simply lust,

Your mask has finally come off,

Your balloon is now burst.

You wanted me just for yourself

And wanted to control my life,

To keep me firmly tied to you

As a caveman did to his wife.

I won't let you manipulate me

Any more, now that I am free

from your charm that bound me so long,

Oh, go your way and let me be!

....... .......... .......... ........---PORTIA

DAYBREAK

MY DEAR FRIEND....

My Prayer...2

So,Go Out!.....

Isn't it fine today?

WE ARE THE WORLD(?)

WE ARE THE WORLD(?)

It is just another morning,
There's a sweet languor still over me,
My headphone is on as usual ,and,
Michael Jackson is slowly alighting in my ears;
My fingers operate 'the remote' as a ritual,
And before my still sleepy and heavy eyes
The TV opens the whole world to me
Through the vapours of steaming morning coffee...
Violence,murders,rapes and arson,
The gory scenes of terrific terrorist attack,
Big buildings blown off by brutal bomb-blast,
The streets littered with bloodied bodies,
Limbs and torsos scattered everywhere
Which belonged just some moments ago
To the innocent and peaceful and merry people..
The wails of the sirens of the ambulances,
The anguished cries of the survived few...
All this reaches through the eyes and ears,
Still the morning coffee doesn't taste bitter,
Nor does Michael Jackson sounds a bit less sweeter,
He is still crooning,'We are the world'....
We are the world(?).....
          ......PORTIA
(my dear people of India,my heart goes out to you!
Oh, you are the most suffering people and the most
sinned against.But still you are also the most courageous!
God be with you! This poem of mine is a salute to your courage,
and I am ashamed of myself that I can't do anything for you
other than write a poem....)
          ......PORTIA

A TIPPLER...(POEM)

 A TIPPLER!.......

Yes, I am  a tippler,always making merry,
Who drinks the liqueur distilled in the Nature's brewery,
Where the bees and butterflies bring in the honey
Collected from the roses,foxgloves and peony.

Which is then brewed in the morning dew
Sent by Diana from her heavenly blue,
And some stardust is also added to it
To make the concoction more intoxicating.
Seraphs then gather around to propose the toast,
"Cheers,girl, you are our dear sibling!"

Getting drunk and giddy, I lean on the sun,
Who becomes moon-cold to join in the fun!
........PORTIA

GOD MUST HAVE KNOWN......(POEM)

SMILE!

IN REMEMBERANCE......

OH,MY LOVE..

MY LOVE

MORNING PRAYER

MORNING PRAYER

Lord, grant me the courage
To stand on my own,
And let me follow the path
 That you have shown.

Lord, grant me the strength
To hold my head high,
Put a smile on my face
When my heart wants to cry.

Walk with me,my dear Lord,
Keep showing me the way,
Help me get through
                                                                Till the next sunny day.
                                                                -your lamb,
                                                                   PORTIA

FAITH

FAITH

Early in my childhood my mother etched on my mind
that faith doesn't just mean trust in God
but it also means what you believe in
and how much you trust yourself.

I have also learnt from her that if you are positive
 you will be more productive and achieve your goals.
If you have a dream and you trusted yourself with that dream
and had faith that it would work out,
Then it invariably actually works out!
This is true at least in my case.

My friends think that I am naively very optimistic and lucky too.
Well, God has been really very kind to me and
I didn't have to struggle much,
But I don't believe in 'luck' or 'planets and stars'.
I believe in the simple idea that you do good
and more good will come your way.
You do bad things and those things will come to haunt you.
Destiny is what you bring on to yourself by the power of intention
And what you do with the things that are in your hands.

                                                                  PORTIA

Life is beautiful(Poem)