The Doggy Song

(Make up your tune and sing along... it'll be FUN!!!) :)

Hey there little doggy,

So cute, soft and cuddly.

This song's for you,

For being my 'Bestest' buddy.

You go Bow,Wow, Wow,

At the cow.

I clean your Tic, Tic, Tics,

Round the clock.

We don't miss our Sundays,

At the park.

Ch:

Hey diggy!

Dup - ti - dup...

It makes you funny,

Now don't you stop!!!

You go Squeak, Squeak, Squeak,

When your feeling weak.

You like to Lick, Lick, Lick,

Your chew stick.

It ain't so Cute, Cute, Cute,

When you fart.

Ch:

Hey diggy!

Dup - ti - dup...

It makes you funny,

Now don't you stop!!!

All you do is, Eat, Eat, Eat,

Till you sleep.

And go Poo, Poo, Poo,

When you wanna Poop.

You just Stare, Stare, Stare,

At the cats.

Ch:

But hey little Doggy,

Dup - ti - dup...

It makes you funny,

So don't you stop!!!

(Sing it all over again ) :P

- Karen Pereira.

My song is a little messed up... but I came up with this sitting in a Boravali Slow, and needed something to keep my friends and me entertained. :P We had fun singing this, hope it atleast brings a smile to your face (which I'm sure it did).

The Puddle

Waiting at the bus stop,

As time ticked slowly by.

I idly looked at a puddle,

And found it staring back.

Co- incidence or inevitable,

Or just a reminder from above?

Of the emptiness that tugged,

From deep within my heart.

Happiness, joy, hope and fear,

Are feelings that I hold so dear.

For if not these, there is nothing,

That nothingness, I fear.

For there will always be a missing piece in me,

After that day I said, “Goodbye.”

And the emptiness to remind me,

Of the love and dreams I left behind.

But this is life!

As sad as it may seem.

I must move on,

And not let that emptiness consume me.

- Karen Pereira.

Goodbye and thank you for the memories.

To, whom so ever it may concern...

To,

Whom so ever it may concern.

We weren’t the best,

We were different.

We weren’t stupid,

We preferred keeping quiet, than blabbering like you’ll.

We weren’t lazy,

We just liked doing things in our pace.

We didn’t “LOVE” each other,

That’s what made working together ‘Fun’.

We didn’t seek your advice, not ‘cause we were arrogant,

We believed in ourselves.

That festival was not our ‘Baby’,

It was our ‘Duty’ which we strived to perform well.

Its not that we didn’t like you’ll,

We hated the way you’ll underestimated us.

Remember, you’ll weren’t the best,

Neither were we.

We were given our chance,

And we showed what we could be…

- Karen Pereira.

The Mumbaikars' Cry

Another day of remorse,

Another day of grief,

Another day of loss

Another victory to that thief.

Time and time again,

We see ourselves hanging between life and death,

No choice to make

The outcomes set.

Not long ago,

We felt the same,


When they destroyed our city.

But this time,

It is a feeling of shame.

No more can I suppress the anger inside me,

No more can I just watch silently,

The poisonous deeds of a few who terrorized our city.

My heart goes out to those who faced it,

I know nothing and no one,

Will break their spirits.

For the rest of us,

We got another day to forget,

Another traumatic memory,

Another day to thank God

For showing us his mercy.

-Karen Pereira and Astrid Pereira.

Forgotten Memories

The picture stood lonely.

As it lay there in the dust

The glass scarred with time,

The frame consumed by rust.

As I bent down to pick it up

I’d already made up my mind.

That it was an inconvenience to discard

Nothing worthy of a find.

But as the dust cleared off its surface

And its countenance began to show,

Two smiling faces beamed at me

And I saw a friend I forgot I’d known…

Days and spaces that were ours

Those smiling faces now revealed

Though I knew you were no more…

Time’s ravages finally healed.

Your last words as you drove off

Were that we’d never be apart

But I thank you for this gift…

As I hold it to my heart.

- Karen

A Ray of Hope.

Look up to the East

The sun will shine.

Bolting out the travails of the days gone by

Get up.

Lift your self from your tired bed

All that is troubling

May not be lost as yet.

Take courage, and face the day.

The sun will shine

Though fettered by occasional rain.

Say a pray and hope for the best

There is work to be done

Before you lay your tired head to rest.

The fragrance of your effort

Will make you forget the pain.

Storm clouds may gather

The sky may tremble.

But never lose sight of that flickering light

It will gradually glow

And its rays will warm your heart.

There is always light at the end of all tunnels,

And it is not always of an oncoming train.

This has often been said

But still yearns to be heard

The sun is peeking at you

There is always a promise – at the end of the rain.

-Karen Pereira.

Forgotten.

There she is!!!
In that dark corner.
Away from everyone,
She has ever knew.

Lost and abandoned in this world.
She is helpless,
And wanders meaningless thrugh life.

She can’t make decisions on her own.
She can’t live the life she wants to.
Just because she’s a girl?

She wants to walk freely, with the others in the world.
She wants to spread the gospel of love.
She wants to be known, not ignored!

But because of you and your stupid beliefs,
She is stuck there, chained to the corner of your house.
Just dreaming about the world that lies behind those walls.

- Karen Pereira

My Last Wish

Life has so many tricks up its sleeve,

One day you're happy, another day you're sad.

Some days your great, some other days, mad.

You can never predict what your life holds,

Until your eyes watch it unfold.

You should be cautious how life suddenly changes its tracks.

One moment you seem to be enjoying it,

And in a split second it’s axed.

Unfortunately…

Everyone does have to give up on life one day,

And begin to walk alone on death's dark path way.

Like everyone, today is his turn.

Giving up on everything he has, as he sees no return.

Giving up so early,

Twenty-one he was, and ever so merry.

Gone before his time.

No last kiss or hug, not even a “Good-bye.”

Phone calls to some, messages to others,

Telling them all, we had just lost ‘Our brother’.

All his life he brought us joy,

With his wit and humor bringing us tears of joy.

But today is different as I stand here alone,

No big- brother to call my own.

No more late nights and petty fights,

No more raiding the kitchen and blaming it on Brandi.

There is a big list of the things I’d never do without you.

But one thing that I’d forever do,

Is never- ever forget you.




- Karen Pereira

Far Corners

I felt the flames,

Burning strongly within me.

It wasn’t right,

But I hoped it would be.

Time flew by,

And so did the days.

I tried to approach him,

But courage vanished at such a stage.

I loved him truly,
Or so I thought,

And imagined all of the possibilities,

Of holding him close and having him all for me.

I imagined myself rapped in his arms,

As he caressed my face with a touch so soft.

I imagined the passion and pleasure I’d feel,

Had he been with me for just one night.

Then that day came,

When our eyes met.

He approached me for a dance,

This could have been my only chance.

It was clear that I wanted him,

And he seemed willing to go all the way.

I hesitated a bit,

But he pulled me close and wispered my name.

The goose bumps rose all over my skin,

I had him now and that was it. 
I spilt my drink, but he didn’t seem to mind,

Today was going to be our special night.

 He flicked his wrist,

And his wedding band did shine.

As though God,

Was pointing out a clear sign.

Why did this have to happen all at once?

Had he realised what he had?

Was it worth more than what could be?

Heartbreaking memories.

I once knew a girl,

She was as happy as could be.

Innocent of 11 or 12 one would say,

Did nothing wrong and kept herself out of harms way.

I met her again in the mirror that day,

She seemed sad, but I couldn’t tell.

I smiled at her and she smiled back,

But with sadness I wished she never had.

If eyes could tell stories,

They revealed hers to me.

And in those eyes I got lost,

In memories of joy, pain and grief.

There was that bitter memory,

One she promised never to keep.

She then flinched and I flinched too,

But I promised, “Only between me and you.”

And so she started that story,

The one she dared never to tell.

In fear that one day that man,

Would haunt her dreams again.

She stood behind her bathroom door,

With a man she called ‘uncle’ holding her uncomfortably close.

Her dad was there just a few feet away,

But he was occupied by something that had come his way.

She looked at him innocently,

Knowing something was wrong.

And he gave her a dirty look,

One that said, “You are mine now.”

He touched her in places without her consent,

As she stood still and shocked with nothing to defend.

Her father stood there still unaware,

Of his daughter’s innocence being stolen while he stood there.

The images went blurry,

As she began to cry.

I wanted to comfort her,

But those tears were mine.

That girl in the mirror,

Wasn’t just ‘somebody.’

‘She’ was ‘Me’,

Lost in a heart breaking memory.

- Karen Pereira.

This poetry was inspired from the movie Northern Country. I started this poetry in my F.Y and finished it this year (S.Y)... it was supposed to be a part of a T.Y.B.M.M initiative but I couldn't finish it then.