Groaning Within

I trusted you so much, more than one could imagine,

I loved you so much, more than one could express,

But you disappointed me, giving me a migraine,

And shattered my hopes and dreams, throwing me into distress;

I thought you loved me the way I am,

I thought we were meant to be together,

I never thought you’d smash me like ham,

And make my heart’s pieces to gather;

I know I am not perfect in any manner,

But the words you have spoken, my heart it did plunder,

Tearing me into bits and pieces,

Making me feel the ugliest of all species;

Your words as I saw it, were so sweet and tender,

But never knew it was against me, my name to slander,

Crazy I am now, as I sit and ponder,

Is this it? In pain I cry, with my thoughts that wander;

I questioned myself,

How is it that I never thought you’d do this?

My heart replied you guys are the blood of my life;

Did you even think that blood was life in itself?

I’m sure not, for you thought I’d never have a ‘self’.

Did God make me this way?

I’m so sure he has his own way,

In making me the way I am, he had in mind what I am,

But in giving me people like you, was it to put me through shame?

I’m so sure, it’s not that way,

I’m so sure he has his own way,

Cos, Great is the One God I believe in,

Awesome he is in guiding me,

Moulding me through thick and thin,

His actions in me I see;

I pledge not to ask you anything about it,

Just seeking God’s help for my life to be lit,

Life is indeed a long journey of learning,

As I continue to yearn to find its meaning;

Let my life go on, as our days go by,

Disturbing you not, as I struggle to make ‘us’, ‘my’,

I will laugh out my cry, won’t let my emotions fly,

Still groaning within, caging my love in a sty;

The Kiss

On the eve of the fatal day,

The act of a loved one made me say,

'Oh father do I have to go through this?,'

I, the one the world would not want to miss;

The friend of mine who was jus too close,

He wandered with me and never cut loose,

We dined together and spread the good news,

But this very act of his did amuse;

Yes, you are right, it is the 'kiss',

The kiss that I could never miss,

I am indeed the one to go through this,

So that the world would live in a peaceful bliss;

I know Judas was meant to do it,

No one anyway can deny it,

Yes I am the one to die,

To deliver the world from it's sinful cry;

This betrayal will shake humanity,

And strip me of my divinity,

But I will endure all cruelty,

To save creation, I will be raised to eternity;

Like Father, Like Son

I grew up in his hand, to walk on the sand, 

To crawl my way back to his loving hand; 

He was a man with a loving heart, 

Who never would, want to see me apart; 

He nurtured me as his own, 

As a child grows, like a seed that is sown; 

I still remember the day, he held my hand to write an A, 

I had no words to say, but to sit and watch him all the way, 

To see my dad mould me like a potter moulds his clay; 

How wonderful it was to sit on the lap of a hero, 

Who would see me transform, from a zero to a hero; 

That hero is my dad, whose desires for me are never sad; 

God has blest me with a wonderful father, 

Whose love for me is greater than any other; 

He gets wild when I fight with my bro, 

In anger he disciplined, in love to grow; 

I did get beaten black and blue, 

That was for a purpose, a purpose to see me through; 

Strict was he and nothing was so cool, 

I neither studied hard, nor made an effort in school; 

An alarmed dad was he, looking for ways to secure me, 

He pushed me hard, but in vain, he never gave up even in pain; 

I scrapped through my school and moved ahead, 

A sigh of relief, that his son had just passed; 

I went on to my college, saw my dad become my friend, 

He poured onto me his love like there was no end; 

I could speak everything to him, even about any girl or boy friend, 

He was never judgmental, but just tried his best to fit into my trend; 

He was a living example of how I should be, 

Still learning more, from a great person like he; 

Today I stand to say, 

I run shorts of words, leaving me in dismay. 

I can’t thank enough for that Trust you had in me, 

To believe in me and to rely on me, 

Encouraging me for doing good, by never stopping but to move on, 

To push me into my passion and always to be a people’s person 

To show me to handle life’s situations and to be patient, 

To fight for the right cause of life by being self-reliant, 

I could never forget your words to let me persuade my dreams, 

Though sometimes it becomes the hardest it seems. 

I still remember people talk about your sacrifice and the labor, 

For the patience in your service and support that you offer, 

They say they will remember you for your inexpressible Love and Care, 

For your unceasing and ever sustaining Prayer, 

My words only cannot express your Worth daddy. 

But I would live your thoughts and sayings by being ever ready 

Today and forever I shall thank God for such a great dad, 

He is just the one, as in your plan u had; 

I want to be like my dad one day, 

So that all who see me would say, 

"He and his dad are one, 

Like father, like son;" 

-Vinod Shemron

Two Member Crew

We met so many years back,

Worn out like a gunny bag;

We promised to pat each other’s back,

So that in life, we never lag;

The many hours of tireless talks,

Always pushing to think out of the box;

Cherishing the many hours at CCD’s,

Just to talk our life’s tragedies;

The heart-full and stomach paining laughter, we shared,

A short lead to fame we glared;

Doo and Sal, people knew were inseparable,

They also knew we were indispensable;

Anytime we took the stage,

Our talents and talks were never from the cage;

We did not know what God had planned,

But we knew for sure, He wanted us to stand;

The many movies we went,

The time and money we spent,

Worth more than the world’s treasure

That cannot be counted, as it was beyond measure;

Do you remember, our birthdays we forgot,

And the many arguments we have fought?

Yet, we carried our friendship through,

For, you and I, our only two member crew;

We have faced our odds and flak,

They tried to pull us down and set us back;

Yet, we stood like, the one among the twelve sheaves,

Making all of them turn around and freeze;

Twelve years have gone by,

Still we, on our talks go high,

The moments we spend together,

Just for our joys and sorrows in our hearts, to gather;

No one would dare to us, talk,

For the fear that we’d have a good comeback;

For, we think so much before everything we do,

All knew if it’s me, it’s you, if it’s Sal, its Doo,

God has brought us this far, He will carry us through;

And this friendship between me and you,

Will ever grow and in God renew,

For only we know, we are our two member crew;

-Vinod Shemron

Women in a Happy Hell

She is the one, who plays so many roles,

Born as a daughter, she turns and crawls;

Pain and pathos, cling to her societal-gender,

As she stands strong, yet so tender;

She grows to walk in death’s dark veil,

Hard it is for her, on life’s sea to sail;

She dreams of the day she gets married,

To share with her mate, all the pain she carried;

After marriage she awaits a baby to be born,

Hell amidst happiness she undergoes, in the pain she had borne;

In rearing the child, she loses her-self,

Confining her desires to her memory’s shelf;

Weaker she gets, as the years go by,

She, ‘as silenced’ now will forever lie.

A laborer, a friend, a colleague, a sister and mother

Roles she donned like there was no other.

Toiled so hard, till she went to the ground,

Will always live in many hearts, as a 'queen-crowned'.

Many 'women to-be' die as fetuses,

Just because the parents fear their taboos.

Yet a few are born to create their spaces,

But, they are made subject to all forms of injustices.

Jesus, we know, died on the cross,

On whom the suffering of all women did emboss;

The bruises, the blood, the wounds and his words,

Could do nothing, as he suffered under human swords;

Is this how we for women, pave way?

How then can the men say,

That we men are the potters and women the clay,

While molding their minds in man's own way.

Can we really wish them a happy women’s’ day?

When all forms of injustices, continue to stay.

-Vinod Shemron