Woomb to Toomb

The journey-Woomb to Toomb.

First cry that started the life,
First scream that brings life into the world,
Ends up with the last breath,leaving the body,,
After all life is a circle of births and deaths.

From the tendor touch of mothers lap,
The journey towards “The Terrific Truth.”

Passing many obstacles,
Crossing so many greeneries,,
Attracting colourful treasures,,
Diverting to enchanting pleasures,,



Chasing everywhere,
Testing all the time,,
Surprising every moment,
Traveling towards the battle of life,,

Holding the light of wisdom,
But slips in the unseen shadows,,

In this travel towards eternity,
Many friends will follow,
Who console us like cool winds,,
Many well wishers guide when we fall,

Carrying the nector of LOVE ,
Given by mother at childhood,
Traveling through out LIFE,
Recalling the holding hands of father,
And warm touch of his heart,
Stepping towards future,,
Sharing the happiness with people around us,
Caring the younger ones who depend on us,,
…
hurdled curved roads,and dead ends,
make the journey more exciting and thrilling,,

At the end --.

Lovable ones remain in hearts,
Unforgetables live in thoughts..!!!


ParvathiMohan,
Langkawi,
Malaysia.

where is my home

My Home,
Created by dreams and excitement,
Shaped out with ideas and tastes,
Built with bricks of Love,
Coloured with affection & warmth.!

Everyroom was decorated with fine feelings,
Every inch was created by deep thoughts,
Doors are like my open thoughts,
Windows are my wide thoughts,!

Garden around breeze always cool,
Scented my house with pleasant smell,
Every leafe wants to touch me,
Every flower wants my attention,
When I water them they thank by moving.

I move away leaving my heart with them
My house is a mirror of my sensitive feelings.

Parents room spreads holiness throughout,,
Children’s room resounds video games, and disco music.
That was nota mere house,
But a “Peaceful Heaven on Earth.”!

Jet fighters,field guns,mines,& missiles,
Roared .bombarded, and exploded all around..
Panic people’s screamings,
Shoutings and cryings,
Running here and there,,
Panic striken every where,,
With shock and fear,
Leaving homes to distruction and devastation,
Mindless wars, where none have a win.

We can’t leave the home,
Which is a part of the body,,
And can’t stay here any more,,
Wounded and dead bodies
Spread over the streets,
No one to do last rites for them,,
Eagles and ravens feast,,
Dogs and Jackals drag the dead bodies,,

Thinking the beautiful homes,
Which gave them the warmth of mother’s lap,,
Moved out refugees,
Over the dead and wounded,,

Musical clocks and dancing dolls,
Specially collected antics,,
Leaving all beloved things behind,
Mentally disturbed refugees,
Moving like ‘living corpses’
Leaving behind their sweet homes,,

How painful Homeless ness,
What a curse,,
Cannot stay in own house.

When I close my eyes,
I will be remembering my house,
Playing & singing in my garden,,

When I look at sky,,
I feel moving clouds will take me to my home,,
Waiting for that time,…!

Why we are away from home,
For what,,?
Punishment without crime,,
All innocents are guilty infront of cruelity,,
Who will protect the humanity,,

There comes meetings and discussions,,
UN council debates,,
Ultimatums and understandings,
Agreements and disagreements,,
At last that time comes,,
We can go back,,
But where is my Sweet Home…????

M.ParvathiMohan
Langkawi---Malaysia
Dedicated to all Refugees in the World..!!!