LESSONS LEARNT HAND IN HAND with the Green eyed angelic devil

 Brought to the world a month before my fifth birthday, he taught me that gifts not necessarily come with the kinds of wrappings and frills you always wished for but nevertheless they are precious.

PEAS OF A POD- Smiling Together

Perched on my bed, next to me

Kicking his tiny podgy legs in the air
He looked like an angel to my mom

But amidst the halo, I could see two tiny horns

Always ready to irk me.

It may have been through frowns and jealous glances

But nevertheless he gave me COMPANIONSHIP

My barbies, which once looked like fairies,

Now lay beneath the bed with broken limbs

Like damsels in distress, waiting to be rescued by their hero – his Gi-Joes

It may have been through a series of loud cries and a parade of stomping feet,

But nevertheless he taught me ACCEPTANCE

 As years passed and our lives twirled around hand in hand

He blamed me for everything that went wrong

And i did same for my things that went missing

I abused him, I ridiculed him

Yet he stood by my side, when the world seemed to fall apart

It may have been through innumerous   verbal spats

But nevertheless he taught me UNCONDITIONAL LOVE

He always picked up a fight when I was done

I hated him for being the younger one

And He hated me for being treated as the son

Yet he comforted me when I cried

And understood me when nobody else did

It may have been though accuses and blames

But nevertheless he taught me FRIENDSHIP

We fought, we cried, we played, we laughed, we planned, we failed but whatever we did we did it together. And like I say, we are Pods of a Pea stuck together no matter what.

SONAM DEMBLA

Hope is my new neighbour

Hope is the new neighbour in my heart’s abode

And I find it trailing me everywhere

Hope is in the bylane,

And i see it shining bright at me when im stuck in a lonely street and have lost my way.

Every morning walking out of the front door

I see it there eagerly waiting to wish me luck

Lost in my thoughts sitting on my bed

 I see it sneaking behind the curtains

Carefully looking at me and greeting me with a naughty smile when our eyes meet

When my dreams go awry

I see hope in my pillow waiting to take all my sobs in

And transport me to a dreamland I have never been before

Hope is in the mirror

Laughing to all the tales I whisper

And applauding all the tunes I hum

The story of hope can never come to an end,

As said well begun is half done,

Hope is always with me now, then and till my end. 

When you let hope live in your heart, it not only becomes a way of life or saves you fall apart, It brighten ups your life with that very energy of positive art, Thereby giving life a happy ending tag.