CRY OF THE MEEK

What does one do when he finds no more,

When his intestines cringe sore,

Lo! No beauty

But vanity to the core?

Bitterness, bitterness, there again bitterness

Pride and lack of selflessness

Thou hath no control.

Only corrupt with selfishness.

Griping and prowling

He roams around roaring,

In search of prey,

A prey well satisfying!

To the heart and to the soul

His life’s an empty bowl

Packed with dry bones.

Will someone make him whole?

Annette Shalom Rakshana

Love you mom by Dhanus Ram (someone who got inspired) #proud

You're the sun
You're the star
You're the moon I see from far
You told me not to fight
You teach me what is right
You underwent so much trouble
To make me noble
For that I love you mom

Dhanus Ram

Mission: escape from tortures of the mind

There were three series of lights on the tree..
As a child you imagine...
imagine you are those fictions, you see,
Super powerful and fabulous, you watched on t.v

Every show had you in it..
And you always put your friend or kin in it too..
Pride is what's in your soul for if your character wins.. 'You' win!
If your character loses..? Well.. What happens to you is entirely up to you

The first series had many colours in it..
Glowing with a different pattern in every moment
Achieving more among the three..
Bestowing more beauty to the tree

The third one was however not far behind..
It almost copied every move the first one made
Following closely, succeeding with ease
How do you do that! And still you tease!

But the second one not so bright
Infact flickering, two colours busted.
It seemed to bring the entire tree to a lowly situation
Nobody noticed the goodness in it.. It only brought the tree shame.
The glory seemed to be lost
That which remains is the conscience of intuition

And here I was.. Observing these lights..
And I could relate. More like the ones on t.v.
Why was I like the second one?
Why was there any good in me but only some?

I couldn't help it
I couldn't help me!
I could not run or flee

For I had a brain that wouldn't speak to anyone but itself..
And I had to face the consequences

I'll need a supernatural power
Far beyond this world

To liberate me from the tortures of my mind.!

Annette Shalom Rakshana

Getting convinced.?

Is it okay to get convinced?
What if it happens all the time?
That property rightfully belongs to you..
But you say "it is not mine"

When two or more object
You seek a chance to change your mind
Never do you stand firm
You just try to be kind

"Think of others first,
Be meek" you say..
Think of yourself now..
Did it make your day?

How long must this go on?
How long must you hide?
Just let go
You'll notice a million by your side.

_Annette Shalom Rakshana

THE CLEAR AND BEAUTIFUL..

the clear and beautiful..

behold, the sky it seems

to hide with meekness-

but how did the bright beams 

surrender to darkness?

t'was the mighty one

behind it the sky kept to hiding

where reckoned  by some,

swept the silver lining..

oh! but mere eyes cannot see through

for the darkness had conquered and let

a drop followed by many others too,

the clear and beautiful, one could nearly forget.! 

ANNETTE SHALOM RAKSHANA

ALONE IN A CROWDED ROOM

that feeling so heavy

you just can't carry..

you feel like leaning on a friend

but lo! there's no one there..

a feeling so small

you definitely can't conquer it all!

why do i feel i may give in to fear?

they're all busy

you seem so tiny

why does it affect you when

there are 95 of them?

 is it just me or the forces of hell?

you might not understand unless you step into my well.

ANNETTE SHALOM RAKSHANA

A letter to my thatha

A LETTER TO MY THATHA(GRANDFATHER)

someone who still loves me
someone who called me his own
a special someone boarded the bus
and left me all alone.
I know that you needed him,
its just that, without him, the light seems very dim.

hoping to see that child-like smile,
wish heaven was just the distance of a mile.

DEAR JESUS, deliver this message,
tell him that we all love him,
tell him we long to meet him in all Your glory,
tell him all our story..

he lived for Thee,dear Jesus
and i also wish to be
a dedicated child unto thee...
ANNETTE SHALOM RAKSHANA