A Life Gone Astray

Born in the dark bowels of an alleyway ,
With no crib for a bed .
Heralded by not just one but by the entire repertoire of twinkling stars ,
yet barely a tear at my funeral shall be shed .
With a belly full of worms ,
I'm neglected and left for dead .
Mother's love lost early
(such dastardly times).
Born a stray , I demand to know ,
''I'm consigned to this life by whose damn design ??''
Forsaken by mortals and by all powers known n unknown,
my siblings lie strewn : lifeless and cold.
Run-over , starved , kicked around or stoned .


Born just as wonderful as any other young one,
Even so , while with my eyes-yet-shut I lay,
through no fault of my own my life went aStray .
Cute fluff , intelligent bright eyes , a quirky one-eyed patch:
all that and more just doesn't suffice ,
because I'm born on the streets I'm inferior in Their eyes .
Mongrel , street-dog , nondescript , Indian-dog or stray :
call me what you will , but show me no disrespect just because of where I stay .
Nurse me back to health and find me a caring home,
With tonnes and tonnes of love I shall repay.                    

Lets Live Together and Precious Paws Foundation work for the welfare of homeless , orphaned puppies by rescuing , fostering and subsequently finding them permanent loving homes to live in . To adopt ,foster volunteer , sponsor or donate u can reach them at :


Lets Live Together : Phone: 9986413916 http://www.facebook.com/LetsLiveTogether?ref=ts
http://letslivetogether.wordpress.com/


Precious Paws Foundation : Phone: 9742543510 http://www.facebook.com/pages/Precious-Paws-Foundation/323173584393532?ref=ts

The Voice of Stray Dogs works for the rights of these strays, lending a much needed loud voice to the voiceless . Do check out their blog http://www.strays.in/ http://www.facebook.com/strays.in?ref=ts http://www.facebook.com/VoSDAdoptions

Christmas dog :)

Had done this lil fella using oil pastel crayons a few years back :)

Even angels will fall from the sky

Heightened senses or instinct , what ever it was ,
caused the birds in a flurry to take to the sky.
Dogs , kittens and hamsters- hair on end
cowered with perked up ears , warned by their instinctual fears .
Yet we silly humans , 'evolved' as we are
fretted solely about getting to work on time.

So when it did hit , clueless we stood,
yet not for a very long while, 'cos as the ground shook
we lay prostrated and buried under a pile . Stunned n' shocked.
Our vision soon blurred and as we lay sprawled
while we were still down , we just had to be kicked around .
so on us our erstwhile possessions piled up high .

We build on shaky ground our lives , our homes
Wishing , Willing , Believing , some Praying
that they stand the test of time .
We embed into the tiles a mosaic of Memories and Aspirations ,
infuse our will into the walls ,craft it with our Perceptions.
We build it up , brick by brick : bound together with love,cement and mortar galore.

Yet when the time comes ,
the very beams with which we built up our dreams
cave in on our living lie .
for when the ground shakes , not only men fall,
even angles fall from the sky .

When the tremors stop , and the plates rest still ,
its only the angels with their wings who can fly .
Mortals , yea we mortals , crushed under the rubble we die .