My Angels

Bestowed upon me

By the loving grace of God

are some wonderful angels

Worthy of an applaud.

An abundance of strength and love

and full of embracing care;

are my Mom and Dad

who make an adorable pair.

Together they've stood always

against that could not be cured,

Shall Always look up to them

for all they have endured

Lord seemed really pleased

with a great deed i had done

When He gave me my brothers

who are loads and loads of fun.

Their love and care for me

surpasses anyone on this earth

the gems that they are

no one can match their worth

As generous as God is,

He looked at me and smiled

Blessed me with my Uncle

who's amusing yet so styled

My partner in crime is he

for cravings of the spice

my idol and my mentor

he's progressive yet so nice

I couldn't have had better

my relations of the blood

He graced me with His touch

and filled my life with buds

I don't crave for plenty

I can count them on my hands

they know me in and out

have scorched with me on sands

My fingers are always crossed

Touch wood is all I do

so thankful I am to Him

He made my dreams come true.

-- Khushi

1:1 with God

{one on one with God - Prayer to Thee}

I asked God for strength
And he gave me challenges
I would strongly face to win

I asked God for wisdom
And He gave me opportunities
I would see through the unjust

I asked God for care
And He gave me friends
I would selflessly care for

I asked God for humility
And He showed me the unfortunate
I would share my fortune with

I asked God for love
And He gave me family
I would love more than myself

I asked God for beauty
And He gave me flowers
I would grace the ambiance with

I asked God for wealth
And He gave me blessings
I would be content with.

-- Khushi

A Love Story

A wonderful romance……a fairy tale…….
Matching interests and passionate songs…….
Endless talks and common visions………
Dreamy eyes and sleepless nights……..
Amorous hearts and restless minds ……
Engrossed lovers and teaser chums……
An impetuous proposal and a bedazzled yes....
A home of dreams and a castle in sand……
A bunch of promises and a series of vows……
A tidal wave and a gust of wind…..
An angry thunder and a furious storm…..
A misty vision and a shadowed trail…..
A clouded sky and a moonless night…..
A crash in the rocks and a shattered ship……
Two casualties and a zillion audience….

-- Khushi

Whimsy wishes

A hundred days
Of knowing you exist;
A hundred hours
Of honest conversations;
If I sit and account; like seconds they flew by.

Forgetful as you are
For listing the mundane
Still detailed you could be
To plan with precision
If I sit and wonder; you are elite and rank high.

We always nourish our whims
That all is in our power
Shattered by a thrust of fate
We see He overrides all
If I sit and grieve; can't prevent a heavy sigh.

Wish it was only me
Whose efforts would do
My will would have been stern
To change the things around
If I sit and regret; I'll always be stuck on "Why"

Life is not a matter
Of milestones as we think
It's about the moments
We stop to smell the roses
If I sit and appreciate; the limit is the sky.

-- khushi

The blinking game

To shun away, at will, with pleasure
the droning routine of our lives
Venturing out for joy and leisure;
On zeal and passion, the heart thrives.

Eyes wander around, while trying hard
To figure the first instincts of the mind
Like puzzle, it joins then falls apart
Like needle in sand, so hard to find

From a distant horizon, comes a ray of hope
Fills the lonely heart with spring and bloom
In desire to relieve the dazing mope
Revive some love and slay the gloom

Amazingly then, fate employs another pun
It makes you play, the blinking game
Eye stares eye and you seem to have won
And a sudden blink makes love so lame.

The auburn eyes with radiance so deep
Are now cloaked with misty refute
The ailing heart, with nothing to keep
Learns a lesson and becomes astute.

-- Khushi

Ever wondered......

If it does not have ‘you’
Then there exists no 'we'
It was always about 'us'
Never only about 'me'

We share the ideals and the whims
The chases and the charms
But Life is about the challenges
And to stand as one, against the harms

The ones I care about
Are my eternal pride
If you shun the concern
Then here’s a huge divide

I was constantly accused
Of vital information delay
And you skipped a mention
Of the assurances you would sway

All I ever wished
Was for you to stand high
Be there……forever
And not to say goodbye

For all that was left unsaid
And all that silence tells
I feel I wrongly assumed
You to be someone else

Feel sad for you to lack
The valor and the nerve
To face the legacy called life
And offer the abject your serve.

-- Khushi