chords of my heart

Some twenty feet away, on the bricks of a house a creeper lay. some twenty feet away by the open window where she lay. For all the dawns she never longed, the passing winds to sing a song. The prince of night with a crown of pearls, at times she dreamt would ease her pain. In her heart she kept yet never wept, for the leaves that shred and siliently left. The ivy wine had none to choose, the skeleton vine had one to lose. the night she knew would never say to the dawn how much she wished to stay the pale blue colour of the sky was true the leaf that clung to the wine was true the wind and the rain tried in vain never did it ripe never did it fall the litle girl her life she gained and the last leaf fell never again This poem is dedicated to O.Henry for his great short story 'The last leaf'

Aaj phir woh din yaad aayi jab din ke ujaale mein andera chaayi angaro ki diwali mein jalthi gayi roohen khoon ki rangoli mein behti gayi taqdeere rehan gayi nishaniya phooti hui maango ki rehan gayi tasveeren bhikari hui jaano ki na mila jawab un maasoom sawalon ka na maa ki aancal se utthi halki siskiyo ka utthe na kaali aandiyaan aisi bahe na lal nadiya aisi .

This is 'silky',the pomeranian at AVA(A voice for animals).once upon a time it mustve been as its name sounds but when prasanna found it on the roadside its breed couldnt be identified,most of its fur was burnt and it was barely able to crawl. prasanna called her friend Baby and took silky to a vet and got it treated,with a very slim chance of survival it fought back to life.Thy spent 12000 rs.from their own pocket to save it . Once AVA got a call from a pet owner saying he wanted to give away his one year old pet because it was no more a baby and that he had got it as a toy for his son. A goat owner who had left his goat tied in the rain for four days.AVA has countless such incidents to narrate and many more of pets being left on highways after they get old and sick.What a pity. people forget that they are living creatures as well.Prasanna and baby have embraced this challenging job of sheltering abandoned and injured animals from the streets to give them a new lease of li

Days and nights through fields and flood from school to home he often fled chatting with the river singing to the wind A silent dream he tuned. of the game he liked of the goals he would strike before the night dissolved to white his sparkling eyes pale and blue to the brightest shone before it flew. sabari of class eighth std.of st.pauls high school veliyanadu had high dreams of being a foot-baller.Fate played a cruel game grabbing him before he rose to fame.He was bit by a snake while returni

Blogger: chords of my heart - Manage Posts : "conflict of the mind At times she laughed out her sorrows and saved her words for the morrows At times she cried out her happiness and saved her sighs in loneliness At times she lost all in doing the rights and saved a thought for all the nights A times she gained nothing from all the rights and saved a pain that never came to light At times she saw a dream often and again and saved in the dark a grave to remain At times she felt her peace lies there from all the rights and all the wrongs her soul shall leave and her state lies there These words from the bottom of my heart is for Raji .who hailed from a little town of south kerela ( kochi ).Born to a poor family,her father owns a little tea shop,from the meagre income of which he managed to educate his only daughter to gain a nursing degree and took pride in being able to send her abroad she took up as a nurse with the saudigerman hospital in sanana ,capital of yemen .A little ray o

The loss is unrepairable,unimaginable and still u have to go on,more stronger than before if you have a cause.This is Mr. kurian who had to face the most difficult moment of his life when he lost his little son of age 16 two years back. Stanley George died with a wish of donating his organs to all those in need and his father made it true by donating his eyes,kidneys and liver. The pain of his lost son will take a longer time to heal but he mustve felt lighter at heart when he could see his son live through five very needy people.This donation has changed his life and this has become his cause for living in memory of his son. mr kurian will make a 4500km ride on his motorbike from kanyakumari to kashmir awakening the people and making them aware of this noble cause of donating organs .let us all put together our hearts and wish him all success in his venture.