If Only…

One phrase, in The Beautiful English Language, always intrigues me…If Only.
Every time I’ve used this phrase, I’ve never been able to escape the power of Pain, Remorse and Sadness…Every time I’ve found myself on the Threshold of Regret, it’s only this phrase that gives me a perspective of what would have happened, if I would have done the things that I ought to have done, but didn’t do anyway!
Don’t look for rhymes and pacific depth…I'd appreciate if you'd add to this list, at my behest!

If only...
If only…I’d have heard The Voice...I’d have never gone astray!
If only…I’d have been honest…They’d have never lost their equity!
If only…I’d have noticed the whisper of the unborn…She’d have lived to see the dawn!
If only…I’d have worked harder…The promotion would have been mine!
If only…I’d have kept my self under control…Her life would still have been whole!
If only…I’d have known his importance…Our friendship would have flourished!
If only…I’d have said a NO…I could have looked myself in the eye!
If only…I’d have chosen the right words…The hurts would have not followed!
If only…I’d have listened to my parents’ guidance…I’d have not failed!
If only…I’d have given her a shoulder...She’d have sailed through the struggles!
If only…I’d have waited a little longer…I’d have loved him better!
If only…I'd have cared…I’d have never let her go!
If only…I’d have been prudent…I’d have not lost the money!
If only…I’d have studied harder…I’d have made it to my destiny!
If only…I’d have been unselfish…He’d have gotten the job!
If only…I’d have dared…Their lives wouldn’t have been so lost!
If only…I’d have been open…A misunderstanding won’t have killed their relationship!
If only…I’d have been fair…He’d have achieved his dream!
If only…I’d have been generous…they’d have met their basic needs!
If only…I’d have stood by Truth…communities would’ve been transformed!
If only…I’d have shared the Good News…They’d have never lost L.I.F.E.!

Security Check

You take off my top and my pants too,
You feel my legs and my thighs too.
You touch my behind and my breasts,
Force me to remove my tampon
and look on, as I bleed in public.
Before my girl, my man and my boy,
and every eye that passes by.

My soul shudders in utter shame,
as you perform another check, in security's name.
Israel has the right to protect its borders,
But a palestinian woman's dignity has been intruded,
As you lunge for another...
Security Check!

Bless you,
TM + Guru-G

The Incomparable

The character of Jesus has not only been the highest pattern of virtue, but the strongest incentive in its practice, and has exerted so deep an influence that it may be truly said that the simple record of three short years (actually ~ three and a half years) of active life has done more to regenerate and to soften mankind than all the disquisitions of the philosophers and all the exhortations of the moralists!

And now, even before I decide to check the infallibility of this apparently bombastic statement, I am reminded of my own once-run-down-now-found self and hence, restrain myself from wasting my time to this check!
It has been proved down the centuries and, as I write, is still being proved in someone's life that...
Jesus Saves. Jesus Transforms. Jesus Loves. Period

bless you,

TM.

Sure Design

I'm just a thread in a hand,
like a castle on a sand.
With every storm that's breaking,
It's foundations shaking.

There must be a way out,
Before this life ends with a dirge.
Bedazzled by the expectations,
Longing for some careless mirth.

Often have I wondered, if someone's up in the sky,
Watching me, leading me and loving me by and by.
With every look i've taken, back into my life,
I've seen he dots connecting and the tears being wiped dry.

If all this is not the hand of God,
What else then should I call it?
For everything is a plain design,
With no blow of luck in it!

Bless you!
TM.

"Bunty-Bubly ki Rani"

A thousand cars passed me by,
Not one looked to my side,
While I trundled through this mad rush,
Of "faithful" office-leavers in many-a-cars and many-a-bus.

Amid their shouting and their screaming,
Some abusing and some dreaming.
I saw the crowds teaming,
As the evening mooning was beaming.
I felt left behind, when my 'friend' joined them,
He too had lost his mind!

I remember the day I rode out of the unit,
Some number was punched on me, I wouldn't comprehend it.
I was thrown up on the big truck,
Wondered about my future, landed straight into the muck.

The A-mobiles* have sped, overtaken us,
While we stand counting our days, stuck in the rut.
I, for one, still hope and pray, our days would take a turn,
When people all around would chuck their cars,
And gladly make us run!

Yours Ridingly,
"Bunty-Bubly ki Rani"
A Cycle-Rickshaw.

P.S.
Bless you.
TM
*Automobiles