Destiny's Child
Alone, so self-contained she lies,
Looking ahead through the tears in her eyes.
She welcomes tomorrow but with a sigh,
Silenced by an angel's lullaby.
Uncertain of feelings she feels inside,
These rules of life she must abide.
So near, yet so far she's going,
She feels it too, on her face its showing.
She will leave behind for us to see,
Fond memories, for all eternity.
And will take away as she departs,
The laughter that once lit our hearts.
- Alistair D'souza (Nov 2000)
The Winds of Change
Life moves on, thats just the way.
Aided through time's prism, it seems to portray,
As dawn turns dusk, and night turns day.
Change is a constant, or so we are told.
As the rigors of life in front of us, unfold.
Change to be noticed, change to be heard,
We'll soon fade away, isn't that whats feared.
Change of behaviour, change of style,
Just to fit in for a little while.
Change of desires, change of heart,
Lets turn a new page and begin from the start.
Change of ideas, change of thought,
For some apt cause for which we so vehemently fought.
Change of costume, so goes the adage,
Believe it or not, all the world's a stage.
Change is a constant, we start to believe.
Change for changes' sake, we can't tend to perceive.
But change for the better, that we must.
Till the end of days, when we turn to dust.
So change is a constant, some beg to contend,
Our ethos and our credo, thats something we should defend.
- Alistair D'souza (Nov 2004)
The Wonder Years
Masterpieces of God's creation, we are members of His flock,
Sent down to earth thru special delivery by His heavenly stork.
Membership for life we have to this club called Human Race,
Enthusiasm, promise and innocence written all over our face.
In this game of life, novices are we,
A small tender branch of our large family tree.
With our mentors beside us as each step we take.
Guiding us thru this maze of rules and virtues, for our own sake.
Unleashing on us, a plethora of knowledge and innovation,
The use of which lies ultimately at our own discretion.
We experience friendship, being parted only by the night,
Exploring alluring paths, we believe we are always right.
Sometimes we hurt each other, causing us great pain,
But the very next moment, we are best friends again.
Feelings of our first love, we wish forever it may be,
The memories of which will last till eternity.
Having mixed emotions, be begin to drift away,
Only to find someone else coming our way.
Nuturing our viable ambitions as each day goes by,
We begin to dream of building castles in the sky.
When the whole world knows of our thoughts profound,
They advise us to first build our foundation on the ground.
Finally prepared to face the world and have our praises sung,
Ironically we embark on a journey thats already begun.
In this rat race, as our innocence and integrity we try,
We don't seem to care as our conscience begins to die.
For some worldly pleasures as these new ways we choose,
Unknowingly and unconsciously a part of ourselves we lose.
- Alistair D'souza (1998)
My first poem.
Ever thought what your world would be like without the loved ones around you. Well for some it's just a way of life. I put myself into their shoes and attempted to pen down their emotions. The poem is an attempt not only to emphathize and accept them for who they are but also for us to be grateful for the lives we lead.
Nobody's Children
Born in a world with no kith and kin,
Deserted we are cause of somebody else's sin.
Often misunderstood, we are a victim of people's scorn,
Our reputation being based on the way we were born.
People often remind us of the bad blood we possess,
Hurting our feelings and causing us great distress.
In this kind of social life when we can't partake,
We pray to the Lord our soul to take.
Alone we are in a world unknown,
Knowing nobody loves us our heart is torn.
In this sea of emotions our tears go dry,
And somewhere down the line we forget how to cry.
We know not what family values are,
With a fragile ego, we often feel under par.
No father's love, no mother's touch,
Everybody deserves atleast this much.
A brotherly fight, a sisterly scream,
These treasures of life are just a far-fetched dream.
They left us this way, we know not why,
It remains a mystery until we die.
We pray to God our characters to mould,
And be our guide as the mysteries of life unfold.
And show us the way to reach our prime,
So that we may leave our footprints in the sands of time.
Alistair D'souza (1998)
