A Valentine Run

We were born to love

We were born love

And those who do not believe

Let us show them how

And bring them back

In the wet kisses of a baby and the baby talks

In the curled kitten resting on the lap

In the girl sharing secrets with her doll

In kid covered in mud smiling cos he saved a little puppy

In the father double checking the door locks every night

We were born to love

We were born love

And those who do not….

In the friend who stood by you

In the teacher who taught how to finger paint

In the storybooks taking us on a journey every where

In grandmothers hug in “war against parents”

In all the expected and unexpected gifts

We were born to love

We were born love

And those who do not……

In the first love and sleepless nights

In comforting coziness of the old ones

In the fight over remotes and car keys

In every I will never talk to you again and sulking over it

In the old couple walking on the street

We were born to love

We were born love

And those who do not….

In going through old letters and pictures

In going through marriage pics and smiling at some thoughts

In the first summer sun

In the first winter month

In the seasons and celebrations

We were born to love

We were born love

And those who do not believe in love

Let us bring them back

For we are earth mates

Souls of same sphere

So this valentine

Gather your friends and run

Run for every soul you have ever loved

for the library, bookstore, garden or park

Plant a tree in their name

And spread love and warmth

Let’s bring smile on every face we can

Let us bring all the lost souls back

And celebrate Love

Kato’Ki

When I was a kid

i wanted to become a pirate

sail to far away lands

find treasure troves

and fight the sea dragons

when i was a kid

i wanted to become a knight

Flash huge swords and win wars

kill the bad kings

and save people from monsters

when i was a kid

i wanted to become a detective

solve cases like nancy drew

help the police

and earn a badge

when i was a kid

i wanted to become a teacher

who would understand kids just like me

who would listen to us

and help us understand our dreams

when i was a kid

i wanted to grow up

do a lot of things

yet not change a bit

and that i did

and became a story teller

tell me one thing that is not possible

and i will weave you a story

of how it can be done

that is the beauty

when the kid inside

never says good bye

for the kid inside

every thing is magical

everybody is somebody

every dream is important

and nothing is impossible

if only you would believe

so if you are like me

   who belives in magic and dreams

come let’s weave stories together

  and give others new dreams

   if you are not like me but do like me

  let’s share and see how far our dreams go

and if you are not like me and do not like me

oh boy the things i have for you

in my bag

you would not believe

* Kato’Ki means, “Lets help each other” in Cakchiquel, the Mayan language spoken by the people in Patzun.

Dejar ir

lying on a beach soaking up the sun

and travelling between my future and my past

I think I spend too much time

Fighting the long gone years

cursing all those who hurt me

nursing soul scars

the sad bitter moments of my past taught me a lot

but I think I am ready

and all those moments need  a proper burial

                                 often on a road lost in my thoughts

                                 I stumble upon some pebbles from way back

                                 gather them and ponder over them for hours

                                 not gaining from them anymore

                                 but still just brooding over the never dying past

                                 how will it go

                                 oh how will it if i don’t let it leave

                                 I think i am ready now

                                 and all those moments need a proper burial

I will find a place and howl them out

 vent those unhappy smokes

wash my soul, clear my heart

create space for new thoughts

forgiving and forgetting is not going to be easy

but I will have to learn to move on with what ever I have had

today I am sure

today I am ready

and all those moments will be given a proper burial

Autism is……

Once I met a lady in a store who looked at my daughter and
asked me what was wrong with her why was she behaving this way

I saw my daughter and told her nothing she is just dancing to
her favourite song and this is also one of the ways she plays

She looked confused so I explained and told her she is autistic

For which the lady congratulated me as she thought I said
artistic

She may have not heard it properly but she was right wasn’t
she?

Both the words had so much in common if only world could see

Autistic is artistic cos they look at the world very
differently from us

They paint or write or sing what they feel and create a
beautiful buzz

An autistic’s perception of world is so different so unique

And just like any other artist they  prefer to let their work speak

Most autistics/artists are still looking for the medium

they want to express their feelings in,what makes them comfortable

Or maybe what they are doing right now is their art, their
stroke, their poetry, whether or not we find that agreeable

Are we mature enough to
understand their art?

Are we talented enough to
polish their skills?

Don’t ruin it for them by moulding them into something they
are not.

You will lose them for ever, for they won’t be the same
without their art

Guide them through this life, make them as independent as you
would any other child but give them space and time

Don’t rush them into this life, for every child autistic or
not, is a caterpillar in cocoon, and will only emerge when nature chimes

You won’t get a butterfly by breaking the cocoon,or else they will neither be a caterpillar nor a butterfly

Give them time, nourish them make them feel loved and see how
your beautiful butterfly flies

Do we have patience to
give them that time?

Do we not know what
broken dreams feel like?

Guide them give them the proper tools to move and grow

How to overcome obstacles that you have to show

Don’t overload them with your expectations or pampering’s,

For every child autistic or not is like a seed, and
overloading will be very hampering

Always remember too much spoils and too little leaves
impoverished

They need just the right amount of everything you can offer
and oh the places these kids go when they feel loved and cherished

Care for them, they are part of you, involve them in your life
and participate in theirs with all your Arden

And see how they bloom into the most beautiful flower in your
garden

Have you learnt and
polished your skills to be good gardener?

Have you taken training
to be a good coach?

I have a child with autism and I have had my share of taunts, staring,
worthless advices and criticisms,

But I never let those rule my life; for it would have been
insult to all those angels I met in this journey of autism

This is a long journey and we will fall and fail, a lot, I
know that

But I will learn, get up and make corrections and move ahead
and not worry about the stat

 I will get up every time and help my daughter get up too, I promise to my child and myself

We will keep moving whether life offers us an empty or a
well-stocked shelf

When I see my child I see

 -A budding artist,

- A butterfly emerging
from a cocoon,

-A beautiful sprouting
seed.

Yes I will give her all that she needs and enjoy the process.