Day 28: My 30 Day Poetry Journey

Day 28- I will write a poem to my Unborn Kids


In this poem I picture myself pregnant and whispering to my unborn girl child. This poem clearly expresses the joy of every woman and the beauty of expecting a child.




Whispers To My Unborn Girl

So little yet so close
I silent my hearts rhythm
Only to hear your gentle wave
In me you found a home
Reigns there now your soul
Be not afraid to hurt me
Grow in me and sleep no more
How much longer should I wait
Little Princess, Priceless One
My primrose, My Firstborn

O little magic tender one
I am here right next to you
Heart to heart, our soul intertwines
You’re like a bullet and I your gun
A consequence of my little world
Sweet words we do not need
For you and I are already one
Sleep less, my angel
Sleep less my beauty
For I await your gentle cry

Grow my little rose and flourish
Pretty hair and twinkling blue eyes
So much beauty lies in you
In the power of your silent smile
I promise to be the best
To help you through each day
even while you sing to chirping birds
Perfect wonder, Perfect Joy
My soul welcomes you in

Flying on the wings of a bird
Words cannot describe the joy
I hasten to share with you
A long way still lies ahead
I'm racing to know more of you
Ultrasound showed not your smile
But your tiny heart I saw
As you gently lay by your side
My Flesh and my blood
My little girl and sweet one


I eagerly pack all my things
Heading for the delivery room
everything is ready and arranged
Even the flowers that you love
How I know that I cannot say
Know you are me and I am you
I’m not afraid to let you out
To feel your tiny soft hands
Soon, and soon my dear
We will meet anew
I’m your mother and you’re my girl

Day 27: My 30 Day Poetry Journey


Day 27- I will write a poem that begins with the title “The Poem I’d Never Write.”



The Poem I’d Never Write

This is the Poem I’d never write
To that person I’d never meet
About the things They’d never do
...June 30 1944...
I was searching for my smile today
The one you stole with your hands
When we had our very first fight
..Yes I remember…
You left your tiny screw in my head
Messing up with the life I was to build
Watching my very last piece crumble
…Every bit of it…
I told you I wasn't ready, Not at seven
Not at thirteen, Not at Fifteen, Not ever
You grinned, You laughed, You conquered
…Yes, You thought..
I wasn't ready to give you another chance
On the streets or in an home with no address
Ripping away the innocence of another
…Tearing them apart…
This could be the only thing I would ever do
Saving the life of another young boy or girl
From the piercing claws of another daredevil
..So I silenced you…
Not with the sirens of the police
Or the cry of our persistent neighbors
But with the very hand that stole from me
…we puffed our last breath...


Ramblers Update/ Hope to the Hopeless


 I've been on a journey to grow closer to Christ — more of awesome Him, less of crappy me. It has made me realize just how much more patient, loving and good God is, than I am.

 I've been learning some really HARD truths about myself.  It has been rough to examine my vulnerabilities and flaws. Surprisingly, however, I've found that taking responsibility for my own life and its current path has also taken a giant weight off of my shoulders.  It’s really quite exhausting keeping a record of what everyone has done to me to make me the person I am. It’s SO much easier to simply keep track of myself.

Being a Christian doesn't mean I have to like everything; on the contrary, a transformation by the Holy Spirit  makes me NOT to like a lot of things I used to like before I met Christ.  Of course, being a Christian does mean that I shouldn't try to make people feel bad if I don’t like what they happen to like or if I don’t worship how they happen to worship, or if I’m not attracted to what they bring to the table. I don’t have to be all.


Also I have been thinking about my future lately, I really want a Christian home. I want to raise a Christian family. One that goes to church on Sundays, is involved with each other, and prays together at night.I want a spiritual leader. I want that man who prays for me, and I pray for him. I want a man that prays with me. Who smiles because he’s drunk in love with Christ!

I want to know Christ more!!! I want to accept his blessings even the small ones. I want to be able make a mountain out of a mole hill even if there is no dirt or rock to make one with, if my family needs it. I want to stay positive and understanding. I want Christ to make me a better person and help me in my spiritual journey. Because that’s what life is … a journey of grace. God’s grace.

Also I will like to address the issue of suicide, I have been reading a lot about it often in the news and it breaks my heart that people think that suicide is the next or most preferable option. I just want to share this with anyone who is often thinking about suicide or even contemplating one. -THE WORLD WOULDN'T BE A BETTER PLACE WITHOUT YOU!!! So stop making excuses to take your own life, there are so many people out there who love you for you even without meeting you.

Anyone who is among the living has hope. Ecclesiastes 9:4

Take hope! Suicidal thoughts only survive within an outlook of complete hopelessness. Hope through the Bible is the best antidote for hopelessness. God has a wonderful habit of raising individuals out of impossible situations. He enjoys doing it, and it brings Him glory. The Bible is full of stories of people, just like you, that were delivered out of extremely dangerous and potentially embarrassing situations – including His own son, Jesus. You are no different. Reject the guilt and shame, and absorb His love, forgiveness, and hope. You will make it out of this situation! The darkness will not last. That is the real truth, but for it to work, you must see it as truth and believe it. This is where reading, speaking, and meditating God’s promises comes in. They will grow hope and belief in your heart. 

There are plenty of other solutions; you just can’t see them now because hopelessness has blinded you to them. Allow the Bible to open your eyes.

You will have to work at it. You will not feel like it. Do it anyway, your life depends on it, and contrary to what you are feeling, YOUR LIFE IS WORTH IT. Suicide is a permanent solution to an intense but short term problem. Don’t do it!

God loves you and will intervene, but you must help him with faith and a changed turn around in your thinking. Start slow, but start.. It does not matter if you feel anything or even believe what you are saying, you will, just DO IT. The ship will slowly start to turn, and turn it will. I LOVE YOU.  If you want to chat or talk about how you feel, send me an email, there is a contact form on the bottom left side of this page.

Remember Life is beautiful!!





Day 26: My 30 Day Poetry Journey


Day 26- I will write a poem to My Future Husband





I never want to kiss a thousand frogs before you
I never want to miss any moment of our lives
I never want to compare you to anyone 
I never want you to alter yourself for anyone
I never want selfishness to get in the way
I never want us to hate what we have
I never want the sun to set in our anger
I never want to stop praying for us
I never want us to question God in anyway
I never want to have a reason to say Good bye


BUT

I always want us to appreciate God and love
I always want to be and go places with you
I always want you to sneak smiles on my face
I always want to be the longing of your heart
I always want you to lead me right with God
I always want my best friend to be you
I always want us to balance one another
I always want to love you regardless of your past
I always want to hug you when things go wrong
I always want to say “I do” every single day


Day 25: My 30 Day Poetry Journey


Day 25- I will write a number poem that tells a story or a feeling. The last word of every line has to rhyme with the number 1-10.

The Number Poem



One- is that person you miss more than none
Two- is the memory of the coffee they always brew
Three- is how without them you feel like an amputee
Four- is what holds your heart from loving anymore
Five- is when or if you will get over it and come alive
Six- is that person who can give your heart a quick fix
Seven- is what they say that gives you a feeling of heaven
Eight- is how they tend to make all your pains deflate
Nine- is where you both meet to form a straight line
Ten- is when forever is more than just now and then


P.S - This Idea was initially gotten from my friend Dima, 
I am glad the poem turned out fine, it kind of took me a while though.

Day 24: My 30 Day Poetry Journey


Day 24- I will write a poem that’s different in some way from anything I’ve ever written.





I spit out letters
Scribbled on the very depth of my marrow
I spit out mysteries
Clear enough for only the wise to perceive
I spit out anger
Targeted at the bitterness of those we call leaders
I spit out worries
Drawn from the voice of the abandoned masses
I spit out pain
heard from the last words of every bullied child
I spit out blood
Drained from the vein of every murder victim
I spit out neglect
Written on the face of every homeless man
I spit out hunger
Carved into the ribs of every starving child
I spit out scars
Marred on the lonely grave of every martyr
I spit out tears
Painted on the faces of their forgotten families
I spit out dirt
Littering the brains of our unborn children
I spit out waters
Taking over the shores of tomorrows hope
I spit out loud
Hoping to pierce the deafness of an unfair world

P.S. The difficult part of this challenge is that I don’t even know what different is and I cannot identify my normal style of writing. But I hope this is different.

Day 23: My 30 Day Poetry Journey


Day 23- I will write a seven line poem that begins with “it’s true that fresh air is good for the body” (from Frank O’Hara’s poem “Ave Maria”) and ends with “this is our body” (from Gary Snyder’s “The Bath”).




It is true that fresh air is good for the body
So should deep breathing become a hobby?
It is true that beauty is pleasant to the eye
So should we all get a tatt just to look fly?
We cannot escape from our minds
We cannot blame where we are confined?
This is our body

I kind of wrote this poem along with my friend Dima, so thanks to him too :)


Day 22: My 30 Day Poetry Journey


Day 22- I would choose one person I miss and write a poem for the person.



 I MISS YOU

To say I miss you would be an understatement
Coz no words can describe exactly what I feel
Without you nothing feels like an accomplishment
Even the realest things pretend to be unreal
In my dreams I often dial your number
Always hoping you would pick up
Though you’re deep in heaven’s slumber
I wish you didn’t drink from death’s cup
If giving the chance to tell you one thing
I would say it over and over again
I would write it on an angels wing
Coz I miss you more than I can explain

Dedicated to my Lovely Mother. I can never stop loving you.
RIP

Amanda Palmer: The art of asking

Day 21: My 30 Day Poetry Journey


Day 21- I would imagine myself doing any household task/chore, then write a poem about it.





Frowning at the dishes I thought
Would I ever get a dishwasher?
Perhaps my hand will stop turning red
At the touch of every washing soap
Or maybe plates will begin to exist
That could simply clean themselves
But as for now , as of today
I still have to do those dirty dishes
And hope that someone will turn wise tomorrow.

P.S I must admit that this poem is really tacky , but I am a bit tired and sick today. I just had to do something. It hardly sounds like a poem even, just some random ramblings pretending to be a poem.


Day 20: My 30 Day Poetry Journey


Day 20- I will write a narrative poem detailing a specific childhood memory.




I can still picture my brother on his bike and me going on that hunger strike
Coz mama said I couldn’t play with sand and still eat my with that same hand
The child in me chose sand over food while watching our repairman named Mahmoud
Then my mum came out to ask him if he wanted to eat poundo yam and chicken limb
He jumped up and nodded with joy reminding me of a little Tom getting his Christmas toy
Then he started to sing extremely loud as if he was presenting to a million crowd
I chuckled and signaled to my brother to watch Mahmud sing ‘Dear Mother”
As a child I thought it funny that food made him act like a bunny
But still I might never forget Mahmoud as he consumed the hot food

P.S This is a true childhood memory, but our repairman was never called Mahmoud, in fact I can’t remember his name. But I thought Mahmoud would fit into the picture J

Day 19: My 30 Day Poetry Journey


Day 19-I will choose one of the poems I’ve already written and posted as part of this challenge and re-order it in some way. I can rearrange the lines or stanzas or even words in a line. Think of it as a puzzle!

I joggled the poem I wrote on day 4 of my poetry Journey. You can find it here



Nature's Twist

Drops of springs rain, Tinted
Dirty muddy snow, Littering
Crusty Yellow leaves, invading
Trees on their own , Writing
Birds moving together, Singing
In the dead silence of the winds

Shabby old forest
Incredibly quiet, yet loud
Amazingly peaceful, yet scary
Incredibly happy but yet lonely
Amazingly close but yet distant



Swept by the call of autumns move
Is the whisper of the night
The darkness of the valley
Hiding its face
Fierce Waters and solemn rivers
Finding their way
 As the moon smiled

Day 18: My 30 Day Poetry Journey


Day 18- I will write a poem without any end rhyme, only internal rhyme.



Our world is a place where beauty is a nature
A bunch of human race looking for perfection

Our world is a harmonic development where chaos is hardly a worry
Full of synchronic prominence encompassing every time and space

Day 17: My 30 Day Poetry Journey


Day 17- I will write a poem that employs a rhyme scheme.



Once upon a  rose
 a flawless round cherry
Dancing as the wind blows
amidst the big white ferry
Something so harmless
yet extremely hurtful
something so ageless
yet extremely direful
Perhaps dear love
Will come to my bail
Relieving me of
This beautiful rose tale

Day 16: My 30 Day Poetry Journey


Day 16- I will respond to the poem I posted on Day 15 with another random poem.

This is a good poem to keep in mind for anyone you might even "think" is suffering from domestic violence!


I Got Flowers Today- Paulette Kelly
(Dedicated to Battered Women)


I got flowers today!
It wasn't my birthday or any other special day.
We had our first argument last night;
And he said a lot of cruel things that really hurt;
I know that he is sorry and didn’t mean to say the things he said;
Because he sent me flowers today.


I got flowers today.
It wasn't our anniversary or any other special day.
Last night, he threw me into a wall and started to choke me.
It seemed like a nightmare.
I couldn't believe that it was real.
I woke up this morning sore and bruised all over.
I know he must be sorry.
Because he sent me flowers today. 


I got flowers today!
It wasn’t our anniversary or any other special day;
Last night he threw me into a wall and then started choking me;
It seemed unreal, a nightmare, but you wake up from nightmares;
And I woke up this morning sore and bruised all over—but I know he is sorry;
Because he sent me flowers today.


I got flowers today!
And it wasn’t Valentines Day or any other special day;
Last night he beat me and threatened to kill me;
Make-up and long sleeves didn’t hide the cuts and bruises this time;
I couldn’t go to work today because I didn’t want anyone to know—but I know he’s sorry;
Because he sent me flowers today.


I got flowers today!
And it wasn’t Mother’s Day or any other special day;
Last night he beat me again, and it was worse than all of the other times;
If I leave him, what will I do? How will I take care of the kids? What about money?
I’m afraid of him, but I’m too scared and dependent to leave him! But he must be sorry;
Because he sent me flowers today.


I got flowers today….
Today was a special day—it was the day of my funeral;
Last night he killed me;
If only I would have gathered the courage and strength to leave him;
I could have received help from the Women’s Shelter, but I didn’t ask for their help;
So I got flowers today—for the last time.

Day 15: My 30 Day Poetry Journey


Day 15- I will post a poem (written by someone else) that I love (for any reason).

I would like to begin by acknowledging the fact that I am indeed anti violence against men, women and children. I strongly believe that gender violence does affect women (mostly) in all societies, of all socioeconomic statuses, and racial/ethnic groups. I feel that violence is world-wide and can occur in so many aspects of nature. When it comes to the nature of violence against women I feel that society has come to acknowledge the fact that violence affects women across social, economic and cultural groups. It occurs in public and private places, sometimes perpetrated by strangers but most often by known men (husbands, partners, relatives, friends etc). 



This one of the poems that boldly addresses violence against women. This poem really moved me. It’s really quite disturbing when you think about it. It’s my motivation to raise strong independent compassionate and intelligent children, who will not in any way become abusive.

With No Immediate Cause by: Ntozake Shange


Eevery 3 minutes a woman is beaten
every five minutes a
woman is raped/every ten minutes
a lil girl is molested
yet i rode the subway today
i sat next to an old man who
may have beaten his old wife
3 minutes ago or 3 days/30 years ago
he might have sodomized his
daughter but i sat there
cuz the young men on the train
might beat some young women
later in the day or tomorrow
i might not shut my door fast
every 3 minutes it happens
some woman's innocence
rushes to her cheeks/pours from her mouth
like the betsy wetsy dolls have been torn
apart/their mouths
menses red & split/every
three minutes a shoulder
is jammed through plaster and the oven door/
chairs push thru the rib cage/hot water or
boiling sperm decorate her body
i rode the subway today
& bought a paper from a
man who might
have held his old lady onto
a hot pressing iron/i don't know
maybe he catches lil girls in the
park & rips open their behinds
with steel rods/i can't decide
what he might have done i only
know every 3 minutes
every 5 minutes every 10 minutes/so
i bought the paper
looking for the announcement
the discovery/of the dismembered
woman's body/the
victims have not all been
identified/today they are
naked and dead/refuse to
testify/one girl out of 10's not
coherent/i took the coffee
& spit it up/i found an
announcement/not the woman's
bloated body in the river/floating
not the child bleeding in the
59th street corridor/not the baby
broken on the floor/
there is some concern
that alleged battered women
might start to murder their
husbands & lovers with no
immediate cause'
i spit up i vomit i am screaming
we all have immediate cause
every 3 minutes
every 5 minutes
every 10 minutes
every day
women's bodies are found
in alleys & bedrooms/at the top of the stairs
before i ride the subway/buy a paper/drink
coffee/i must know/
have you hurt a woman today
did you beat a woman today
throw a child across a room
are the lil girl's panties
in yr pocket
did you hurt a woman today
i have to ask these obscene questions
the authorities require me to
establish
immediate cause
every three minutes
every five minutes
every ten minutes
every day. 

Day 14: My 30 Day Poetry Journey


Day 14- I will write a bad poem, make it as lousy as I can, do everything wrong and let myself be awful.

I just realized that it is easy to be lousy when it comes to writing any poem especially if you are an amateur like me. I hope you enjoy this lousy poem :)



I Love Old People




I love old people
But hate the smell of old people
I love old people
But hate to give up my seat for old people
I love old people
But hate when they make the rest of us look inconsiderate
I love old people
But hate when they always have to get their way
I love old people
But I hate when they feel like they own the world
I love old people
But I hate when they simply walk to the front of queues
I love old people
But hate when they think everyone else is an idiot
I love old people
But hate when they pretend to be sweet around other people
I love old people
 But I hate that one day in the future I will grow old
I love old people
But I hate that getting old is simply unavoidable
Most of all…
I love old people
I love that they crave youth
I love that they always want to feel that warmth that has long since left their fragile bodies.



Day 13: My 30 Day Poetry Journey

Day 13- I will write a short poem that a child would like.

I have realized one thing, I should never attempt to write a children's  book! I am terrible at it!! Believe me I tried but really couldn't do better :)





Another Peter Pan Story


Once upon a little girl
with a golden hair full of curl
laying on her cute little bed
with a pillow under her head
Then came from a place called never land
A happy lad named peter Pan
 full of mischief and pleasure
 lost his shadow in adventure
but found a friend in wendy

Day 12: My 30 Day Poetry Journey


Day 12- I will tell my life story in 6 words.

This is now officially my shortest poem ever


The 6-Word Poem



Beauty in a halo of smoke 

Day 11: My 30 Day Poetry Journey


Day 11- I will write a list of poems I like.



Fear No More – Williams Shakespeare
With No Immediate Cause- Ntozake Shange
A Question- Robert Frost
To Me, Fair Friend, You Never Can Be Old– Williams Shakespeare
"Heaven" has different Signs—to me- Emily Dickinson
A Boundless Moment- Robert Frost
Phenomenal Woman- Maya Angelou
Here is my gift-Anna Akhmatova
Why do I love" You, Sir? - Emily Dickinson
A Vision- Oscar Wilde




Day 10: My 30 Day Poetry Journey


Day 10- I will pick a one line song lyric to serve as an epigraph to my poem. Then, I will write the poem to accompany it.

This was a hard one for me because I have a lot of favorite one- Liners. I was stuck in the middle of choosing one of these:

There is still time to change the road you are on – (STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN - LED ZEPPELIN)
Is there hope for everyman- (EVERY MAN LYRICS - CASTING CROWNS)
Can’t someone tell me who is to blame? - (MAYBE-ASA)- MY FINAL CHOICE
Is anybody out there hearing me?-( SET ME FREE- CASTING CROWNS)
Will I dance for You Jesus or in awe of you be still-(I CAN ONLY IMAGINE-MERCY ME)




Can’t someone tell me who is to blame?

I’ve been reading the news everyday
More deaths than births
More killings than healing
Can’t someone tell me who is to blame?

I was watching the Tv testerday
The innocents being bombed
More bodies embalmed
Can’t someone tell me who is to blame?

I’ve seen in churches today
More cruelty than honesty
More division than one vision
Can’t someone tell me who is to blame?

I’ve seen in schools nowadays
Children learning about wars
Teenagers bullied to do drugs
Can’t someone tell me who is to blame?

I’ve noticed along the way
Movies turning to reality
Brutality now a mentality
Can’t someone tell me who is to blame?

I’ve heard from people back in the days
How hatred is the new normal
And abortion is now moral
Can’t someone tell me who is to blame?

I’ve been to places far away
Where you are judged by your race
By the same people who preach grace
Can’t someone tell me who is to blame?

I see on the streets on New Years day
More greed and no selflessness
Less giving and more selfishness
Can’t someone tell me who is to blame?

I’ve heard of cities on a good day
Where graffiti is a big crime
And rape has no response time
Can’t someone tell me who is to blame?

I hear so many songs on replay
Leaving the world with no ethics
Bad lyrics suddenly poetic
Can’t someone tell me who is to blame?

Day 9: My 30 Day Poetry Journey


Day 9- I will jot down four verbs, four adjectives, and four nouns and write a poem using all 12 words.


Nouns-Fear, Roads, Help, Grace
Verbs- Seem, Appear, Looks, Remains
Adjectives- Awake, Dusty, Impossible, Invincible



ILLUSION

Fear seem awake
Roads appear dusty
Help looks impossible
Grace remains invincible

Day 8: My 30 Day Poetry Journey

Day 8- I will write a cinquain on a topic of my choice.

For the sake of people who do not know the meaning of  Cinquain. Cinquain is a class of poetic forms that employ a 5-line pattern. In other words.

A cinquain is a five line poem.
triangles
pointy edges
revolving, rotating, angling
Triangles are all different.
180o
Line 1:
one word
(subject or noun)
Line 2:
two words
(adjectives) that describe line 1
Line 3:
three words
(action verbs) that relate to line 1
Line 4:
four words
(feelings or a complete sentence) that relates to line 1
Line 5:
one word
(synonym of line 1 or a word that sums it up)






Ode to Sisters


Sisters
Oblivious, protective
Annoying, Loving, Endearing
Sisters are crazily amazing
Everytime


Day 7: My 30 Day Poetry Journey



Day 7- I will write a poem using a tree as a metaphor for myself or your life.




My life is like an Olive tree
Ugly and messy on the outside
Bright and brilliant on the inside
Though burnt I sprout again
Though dead I shoot again
Rooted on a solid source
Standing through all storms
Damaged but renewed
Bearing fruits in due season

P.S This challenge gets harder daily!!

Day 6: My 30 Day Poetry Journey


Day 6- I will write a poem of any length incorporating every word from my latest Facebook status.

I must admit that everyday gets tougher, I was almost actually tempted to go update a new Facebook status that says “Jesus Wept” I could probably create a perfect poem from that. Just when I thought lemon was tough this got tougher. I hate getting boxed into a certain corner and this challenge kind of made me feel that way.

My Latest Facebook Status- Patience is just a relentless trust in all that we do, and all that we cannot do, that God will deal with everything in perfect justice (Deuteronomy 32:4).




Patience makes a difference
As we trust in a God that is just
Believing he will do what we cannot do
Knowing he is relentless and effortless
Creating everything out of nothing
Having a Counter deal for all our ordeal
Giving us perfect instead of neglect
Giving us Justice and endless Peace

Day 5: My 30 Day Poetry Journey


Day 5- I will write a three line poem about lemons without using the following words: lemon, yellow, round, fruit, citrus, tart, juicy, peel, and sour.



SHORT NOTE TO A LEMON

You come from an evergreen tree
I put you in my tasty green tea
As you make me rich in Vitamin C


P.S This particular poem was more difficult than I thought because it involves me not using all the things that actually describes a lemon. But in the long run it came through, silly and childish but ok. :)

Phenomenal Women Series: Defining You!!

HAPPY INTERNATIONAL WOMEN'S DAY YOU ALL!! REMEMBER WE ARE ALL PHENOMENAL WOMEN!



What is a Phenomenal Woman? She is an Extraordinary and Remarkable Woman. A woman who denies herself for the love/commitment of others. She feels the joy and pain of those she spiritually embarks upon, without inquiring of any specifics of life. Many have called Phenomenal Women of God, Proverbs 31 Women. Yes, this is the most detailed description of a Phenomenal Woman. She is purposeful and passionate. She is driven by her thoughts and makes her thoughts a reality. She has imperfections. She is phenomenal for what she does and how God uses her in her imperfections; she is phenomenal because she is true to God and herself.

A phenomenal woman can be any shape or size.Creed, age and the family she  was born into, or the color of her skin do not matter. She is strong yet weak; she struggles with her own identity from time to time, but she understands that is all part of the game. She is true to her voice and to her inner self. She is resourceful and honest.

I have become a phenomenal woman because I am surrounded with phenomenal women who have left an imprint in my life.

Sometimes, I feel life is a mysterious journey. We meet several people with several mentalities, several abilities, several sweet thought processes. However this post of mine is dedicated to all the Phenomenal Women on this planet.  Nothing amazes me more than talking and understanding powerful women who balance their life and the lives of several other people in their life.  I am not a feminist in any angle.

Obviously, when I think about Phenomenal women , first person that comes  my mind is my Mom. She always tried to improve herself and asks us to to dream high, do more and think big. My siblings and Me are what we are because of this “Think Big” mentality of my Mom. I say she was Phenomenal because working hard for one’s own dream is not a big deal,  but working hard for other’s dream as if it it’s her own dream is something divine.  She strived hard, help us, motivate us in realizing our dreams. She made me an assertive, creative person by being a live example for me.

Somehow, it gives me immense happiness when I see and interact with women who balance everything in the life with grace and patience. I love the way they manage everything, giving due respect to all the people in their life. These sort of women are an example for the younger generations. Not all working women balance their professional and personal life. The independence gained due to financial independence does give ample scope to destructive life style of women (Now again, I say am not from anti-women gang ) . We feel bad when we see women with an uncivilized life style….its much more painful when we see responsible mothers behaving in uncivilized manner adopting uncivilized lifestyle with whacky habits.  I have vowed not to be that kind of mother. A decision every woman should make.

Let’s all try to be phenomenal women, allowing God work in us all!! Have a splendid women’s day ahead! All females, both young and grown, hold the power to do phenomenal things.

Day 4: My 30 Day Poetry Journey

Day 4- I will write a haiku. They’re often about nature.


NATURE'S WHISPER

Dirty muddy snow
Tinted by the drop of springs rain
Littering the shabby old forest

Trees writing their own lyrics
Birds singing their own song
In the dead silence of the winds

Loud yet incredibly quiet
Scary yet amazingly peaceful
is the whisper of the night

Crusty Yellow leaves
Swept by the call of autumns move
Invading the darkness of the valley

Solemn river hiding its face
Fierce Waters finding their way
In the stillness of the night

Lonely but yet incredibly happy
Distant but yet amazingly close
is the smile of the moon

Day 3: My 30 Day Poetry Journey



Day 3- I am going to find the nearest book (of any kind). Turn to page 8(hopefully it will have page 8). I will then use the first ten full words on the page in a poem. I can use them in any order, anywhere in the poem.

The nearest thing to me this morning was my bible, and the first ten words on page 8 is this "Never again will there be a flood to destroy the ........." (NIV Version) Part of Genesis 9:11




I had a tete a tete with God AGAIN today
He said daughter do you see what I see
A world of lost sheep all gone blind
Swimming in a FLOOD of deceit
Seeking gods that will NEVER speak or live
Walking to the stream with a lost WILL
how they seek and find an abode THERE
Along the forest haunted by wolves

Why do you sit with your arms folded?
When you can fight for a world divided
Why sleepeth thou amidst THE chaos
When you can BE renewed and redeemed
Now is the time TO put on
My armor and move on
With a power that will DESTROY evil
Carrying my word to the lost ones



Day 2: My 30 Day Poetry Journey

Day 2- Hmm... The last person I texted? I will write a five line poem to that person.





My Father My friend

You taught me how to crawl and walk
you showed me the beauty that life holds
you scolded me when I went out of line
you were always there from my very first cry
I love you for everything you are and you are not


Day 1: My 30 Day Poetry Journey

Day 1- I will write a poem where each line starts with a letter from my first name (an acrostic). It can be about anything, but it would not be about me or my name.



At the Oceans bay, it whispered to me
Delicately teasing my ears with its voice
Echoing through the stillness of the night
Keeping the smiling moonlight at arms length
Empowering the sands laying along it's way
Murmuring nothing but a gentle fierce wave
Inevitably, it played at it's own very tune

Day 1 complete :)

My 30 Days Poetry Journey



I am going to be trying something new. I am going to start a “30 Day Poetry Challenge” for myself. Each day for the next thirty days my blog would be flooding with poems. Here is how it's going to be….starting from tomorrow:

Day 1- I will write a poem where each line starts with a letter from my first name (an acrostic). It can be about anything, but it would not be about me or my name.

Day 2- Hmm... The last person I texted? I will write a five line poem to that person.

Day 3- I am going to find the nearest book (of any kind). Turn to page 8(hopefully it will have page 8). I will then use the first ten full words on the page in a poem. I can use them in any order, anywhere in the poem.

Day 4- I will write a haiku. They’re often about nature.

Day 5- I will write a three line poem about lemons without using the following words: lemon, yellow, round, fruit, citrus, tart, juicy, peel, and sour.

Day 6- I will write a poem of any length incorporating every word from my latest Facebook status.

Day 7- I will write a poem using a tree as a metaphor for myself or your life.

Day 8- I will write a cinquain on a topic of my choice.

Day 9- I will jot down four verbs, four adjectives, and four nouns and write a poem using all 12 words.

Day 10- I will pick a one line song lyric to serve as an epigraph to my poem. Then, I will write the poem to accompany it.

Day 11- I will write a list of poems I like.

Day 12- I will tell my life story in 6 words.

Day 13- I will write a short poem that a child would like.

Day 14- I will write a bad poem, make it as lousy as I can, do everything wrong and let myself be awful.

Day 15- I will post a poem (written by someone else) that I love (for any reason).

Day 16- I will respond to the poem I posted on Day 15 with another random poem.

Day 17- I will write a poem that employs a rhyme scheme.

Day 18- I will write a poem without any end rhyme, only internal rhyme.

Day 19-I will choose one of the poems I’ve already written and posted as part of this challenge and re-order it in some way. I can rearrange the lines or stanzas or even words in a line. Think of it as a puzzle!

Day 20- I will write a narrative poem detailing a specific childhood memory.

Day 21- Day 21- I would imagine myself doing any household task/chore, then write a poem about it.

Day 22- I would choose one person I miss and write a poem about the person.

Day 23- I will write a seven line poem that begins with “it’s true that fresh air is good for the body” (from Frank O’Hara’s poem “Ave Maria”) and ends with “this is our body” (from Gary Snyder’s “The Bath”).

Day 24- I will write a poem that’s different in some way from anything I’ve ever written.

Day 25- I will write a number poem that tells a story or a feeling. The last word of every line has to rhyme with the number 1-10.

Day 26- I will write a poem to My Future Husband

Day 27- I will write a poem that begins with the title “The Poem I’d Never Write.”

Day 28- I will write a poem to my Unborn Kids

Day 29- I will briefly research a poetic form of my choice and write a poem according to the rules of that particular form.

Day 30- I will write a poem illustrating the experience of the last thirty days.

Wish me Luck!!

Friends Like Sisters



I just wanted to write you and tell you all  that I am so glad that we became friends. I haven’t had friends that I could tell ANYTHING and not be judged about it. You are my sisters, maybe not by blood but definitely by destiny. You love me for me, and I love you for you.

You are truly the best friends, anyone could ask for.

I just don’t feel that I've thanked you enough for all that you do for me, and all the support you've given me. Especially when I lost my Mom, you were always there through tears and laughter.

I don’t know what I would do without you, TRULY.

You are like family to me, and I truly want to keep it like that..

I don’t want to get all personal or cry about the thought that we all will soon graduate( Oh except temmy :) ) and we have to go through the difficulty of staying friends through distance.

I just feel like you are a total inspiration in my life and I wanted to let you know so.

Thanks for all the great memories, long talks, and laughs. Thanks for being there through my ups and downs. Thanks for being the best friends a girl could have. Thanks for being true, and thanks for being YOU.
I love you so much, thanks for being great friends.


I learned that friendship is not measured by how long you knew each other, but how you stood up and stayed for each other. Thank you, for the trust I'm gonna miss you all so much. I love you. Okay, and just to make it clear, I don't mean I love you in the luvy-duvy love(That would just be creepy) but I mean I love you in a I love you as my friend and sister love. lol

You are my friends like Sisters.