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God's own country

God’s own country – Kerala - India The disaster of Kerala taught us all a nice lesson. Everything went down the drain. I know this disaster is happening all around the world. We all work so hard, earn so much money, stash up and live selfishly (some)We give no time to family, just work and earn, we build big mansions/house/apartments, furnish them. We forget God who is the provider here, we just go on with our life, making more, killing another to earn a few more thousands, fighting for property that is really of no use, gossiping to make your own name, spoiling another name for no reason making up false stories. What is the use of all this? How much do you think you will carry when you are in your grave? Who will even bother after you are dead and gone? The largest sums of money you accumulate, the richest friends you have, the biggest houses you have, the cars you own, or rather all the luxury you have – I know is your hard work with your sweat. But it is God who is helping you eve…

A though to share

My mother used to cook beans, but before she cooked the beans, she picked the bad and dirty beans and threw them at our backyard and only cooked the good beans. . But when the rain came, the dirty and bad beans became seed and grew up and looked beautiful; interestingly, that same person who threw them away started harvesting them; and she starts to see that the beans she threw away some time ago had value. Now let me tell you 1. Don't cry when people throw you at the backyard, 2. Don't cry when they reject you, 3. Don't cry while they are looking down at you. The rain is coming and the same people who are rejecting you will invite you. God loves even those that are left out and looked down upon. God will bless you, just stay connected to him and everyone will see how valuable you are. Stay blessed

A Morning View

This morning at 5 am

While I sat in my garden

And read the morning newspaper

I watched two Parrots’s perched on

A drumstick tree,

Swaying on the branches, chirping away

And enjoying, the fruit of the tree.



Below the tree stood two little kittens

Dreaming of attacking the birds

Little do they know that should they even

Dare to go close to them they would be attacked

For, their beaks are sharp and a piece of

flesh they could lose in the bargain.

Then came the mother cat out of no where

And jumped on the branch,

To try to reach for the Parrots’

Alas she fell with a thud and the birds

Flew away!

Leaving the the cat and her kittens staring in dismay!

A Morning View

This morning at 5 am

While I sat in my garden

And read the morning newspaper

I watched two Parrots’s perched on

A drumstick tree,

Swaying on the branches, chirping away

And enjoying, the fruit of the tree.



Below the tree stood two little kittens

Dreaming of attacking the birds

Little do they know that should they even

Dare to go close to them they would be attacked

For, their beaks are sharp and a piece of

flesh they could lose in the bargain.

Then came the mother cat out of no where

And jumped on the branch,

To try to reach for the Parrots’

Alas she fell with a thud and the birds

Flew away!

Leaving the the cat and her kittens staring in dismay!

The Desert Life

From my window I see the big desert,

That seems so quite, then all of a sudden

I hear a hissing and swooshing sound

The desert sand blows across my window

Blowing sand all over and making the air thick with dust.



In a distant I see a camel walk by

not bothered of the blowing sand

for he is used to it, living in the desert.



I decide to take a walk across the desert

As it seems so welcoming

With the sand dunes all around

The sand seems to flow like a river,

My feet sink into the sand,

Leaving big footprints,

But when I turn back I see no foot prints in the sand

For it’s gone with the wind.



I see a caravan approaching,

I stand by to watch them

When they see me they give me a smile

Their camels are laden with goods to be traded

Across the borders that join the deserts and the cities.



As I walk further I spot an Oasis and see Camels

quenching their thirst from it

Tents are pitched and there are some families

Sitting besides the oasis, and chatting,

smoking the Hukka and sipping Kava (Black Arabic coffee)

Two little…

Am I dying in his Silence

Silence is a sure killer

For your silence kills

Kills me slowly and softly

Your silence is like a song

Sung silently but killing me at the same time.

I hear a song in the quiet of the room

and in the still of the air

A song of our love

A song of our life

Every word in it

Has so much meaning and pain

I hear you singing that song

So soulfully, but hurting me at the same.

In silence I bear the pain

As Life goes by

The colorful past seems all over

A new day is born

And a new life has begun

Sometimes I crave to just

A hear a few words from you

But you just seem to ignore me

And pretend like I was not there

Like a few drops of water

that quench my thirst

So do I miss a few words from you.

Yes, I miss you

For your silence is killing

And I am waiting

For a few words

To show me a sunny day

Or even a rainbow in the sky.