A Walk to Home ….Thru a stairway of Tears and a lane of Memories


Whispering a heartwarming factual chronicle….

I happened to join a colloquium on d support for students education n FASFA which was targeted to high school students on Oct 11 @ a skool. Many fruitful dignitaries were present over thr to uncover d keys to doing well in school. One lady among ‘em …divulged stirring wedges of her lyf peering thru her soaked lashes putting a picture tat students can raise to d top, shining above the rest widout d bankruptcy of disappointment.

She whispered her lyf, …. a piece of ecstasy after several pieces of hades....

In an orphan's home one day….


I was like a flower
Just growing wild
Devoid of mommy's kisses
N daddy’s hugs
No one wanted me
I’m no one's child

People came for children
And took them for their own
Then they had a mom n a dad
N a fine home..

I know they liked my golden curls
But when they see I'm physically disabled
They always took some other child
N I was left behind

No mommy’s arms to hold me
Or soothe me when I cried
Sometimes I felt so lonesome

Nowhere to go
With no one to go to in pain
Crying all by myself cursing my life

I Wished tat I could die…
N i wd have walked d streets of heaven
Where all d people like me wd b btr
N just like all d other kids thr wd b a home for me....


She prolonged verbalizing … she was remitted to a mental hospice for 10 yrs after a suicide attempt @ age 13 n was being treated for terror mayhems.
She stud thr for yrs, Tears pouring down & Violently Shaking…Fighting till d end...those beautiful eyes filled wid sadness, begging for a reason, Y she was in ..??


She cried alone in the dark
Soured water mixed in her tears leave a mark
Blonde curls in tangles, nits in her hair
Shadows on walls kept her company thr..

After leaving the sickbay.. Everywhere she looked, the world is oh so Grey!! She knew, its not gonna get brighter unless she stands up n strives for success, she pulled out all d stops successfully n earned a college diploma.
N met someone under d rainbow bridge, where thr’s no more pain or sorrow, just loving arms to hold her close n never faced another nite alone on those cold streets..or behind those hospice bars.


No one’s nipper is gone for today
Somebody loves her, she smiles..
Arms hug her closely, tender d care


Later …. She gyrated as a member of the NJ State Board of Education.

She sacked articulatin ..”I had been troubled beyond measure, broken beyond despair, had been numb beyond stimulation.The situations tat occurred to me r not nythg i deserve. How I’ve come so far is a complete mystery to me. But lyf is a surprise itself, tat does not come wid a guarantee.”

I strongly deem tat these packs of bolts from d blue r upshots for having had a vision in my mind n having exerted thru yrs to make it come true.

I dare to dream these dreams
coz they can
b real if u make them real

Crying in d doorstep
going over footsteps…

One thing to prove
Time to move
N light my fuse
Let me be someone
Reaching a lyf.. full of colors

Let me rise
Make myself wise
No more cries
Been wasting time
Wonderin
Y this lyf is austere ?

Truth hurts, doesn’t it ??

As life takes us down dark paths,
we learn to turn on the light.
The darkness may be brutal,
But there's always a day after night

No one is alone.... Someone, something will come To Take Away the Pain ..



It's easy to feel like u r all alone,
To get lost in a crowd,
Being overshadowed by many,
U don't say a word, not one

U must want to b known,
U must want to b heard,
No one knows d great tat u r..
Speak to ur mind,

Stand up for yourself,
Never let anyone tell u tat u r not strong enough,
Being urself is more tan enough

For brighter skies..

Lets Keep influences on our fingertips,
memories in our hearts.
N Grow strong from d moments,
That take our breath away....