SEASONS GREETINGS

Wow, its Christmas day,
I am so grateful I am alive today,
Thus far has the good lord kept me,
Thus far has He been bye me,
From the start of the year up until now,
I am so excited to be alive today, so I say, wow!
Seasons Greetings!

To all my fans, friends, family and acquaintances,
To all those who stood by me through all circumstances,
To all those who encouraged me, and told me "go on!"
To all those who held my hand when I was scared, and told me "come on!"
I say Seasons Greetings!

To all our veterans and troops out there in the fields, out of the country, away from home,
And all the family and friends they left behind, within the country, waiting at home,
To all those who may be sick and in need of healing,
I pray you be healed, and be filled with blessings,
And to all those in need of money,
I pray your gift makes way for you, and your life be filled with honey,
So I say Seasons Greetings!

To all my neighbors in India,
My brothers in Asia,
To all my sisters in Zambia,
And all my nieces in Rwanda,
I say don't give up, I am praying for you,
To all my friends in Europe and Jamaica,
And all my cousins in Madagascar, Africa and Antartica,
I say Seasons Greetings!

Finally, to Mr. Clause and his crew at the Pole,
And all the neighbors up there in the North pole,
To all those who are letting their inner Santa shine out,
By giving back and letting out,
The gifts of joy, friendship, true love and comfort,
While sealing up the scars of pain, and the wounds of hurt,
To my fellow artists and writers,
Who are seeking for a season better and brighter,
I say hold on for the future is greater than ever,
Seasons Greetings!
Wishing you a Merry Christmas and a Joy-filled New Year!

WHEN THE CURTAIN IS DRAWN...

When the curtain is drawn,
And the day is done,
With our mortality coming to its end,
We realize that into eternity shall we transcend,
So the real value of our lives here on earth, stare us in the face,
As we sojourn unto a different place,

When the curtain is drawn,
And your journey here is done,
What shall be your life's story,
And the content of its history,
What shall be the message,
Which to your world you shall leave, on the day of your passage,

When the curtain is drawn,
And your carnality is done,
As you lie between life and death,
Almost passing away, at the end of your breath,
You can already see your biography,
It stands vividly in your heart, it's an autobiography,
But what shall be its content...

Does this world really have an end?
Will the curtain of our lives one day be drawn, as our lives come to an end?
Is their judgment for everyone's actions?
Is there really a place of damnation?
Is there a second chance,
For those who desire a change in their circumstance?
Is there a God?
I think so!

And I also think, that where we go after death,
Is a product of our decisions after birth,
And so be mindful of your every "unholy" drama,
Which you try to create in your life and in the life of others, for there's something called Karma!*
So, think about this: when your life's curtain is drawn,
And your life on earth is done,
What shall be your fate?

*The word "Karma" is used in its literal perspective, not with respect to Buddhism or Hinduism.

Copyright Lysious.

CHRISTMAS: THE FEELING NOT THE SEASON

You know, as I think about this season;
And all the buzz and excitement in the air,
I couldn't help noticing that so many have become ignorant of the reason,
Behind this season, the buzz, and excitement in the air,
So many live in the shadow of Christmas trying to keep it real,
As they rush off to the malls and stores, trying to grab the deals,

But all these fuss and buzz in the air,
Got me thinking and meditating,
And all the excitement and festivity in the atmosphere,
Got me reminiscing and cogitating,
Over what we have made Chistmas to be;
A time when people can no longer be free,
To express love in its simplicity,
For all we do is emphasize commercialism, artificiality and superficiality,

Now, I am not writing to disapprove of gifts and presents,
But I am writing to address the heart and attitude with which we give presents,
'Cos I am reminded of my imaginary friend who was criticized by his brothers,
Because he couldn't get a gift for his sick mommy, and he was bothered,
He loved his mom so much but because he couldn't give a gift like others,
He was despised and criticized,
So, I ask: when it comes to Christmas, what is of greater importance,
The season and its buzz and fuss,
Or the feeling and the love,
Is it the price or the value of the present,
Or the heart and thought behind it,

So, as we celebrate this all important holiday,
Let us understand that it is all about the feeling,
The feeling of true love, of brotherhood, sisterhood, friendship, and togetherness,
Don't be overwhelmed by the buzz of the season, living in sadness,
Over your inability to buy a friend a gift,
Sometimes a nice word, a hug, a helping hand, can be your only gift,
And a true friend will appreciate anything you give, from a pure heart,
So, try to give the gifts and presents, but better yet spread the love,
Remember- the Feeling, not so much the fuss and craziness of the Season,
After all, Christmas is about LOVE.

Merry Christmas

THIS CHRISTMAS...

As the year comes to an end,
And we all have the chance to be with friends,
Family and acquaintances at the dining table,
Chattering and laughing as we recount our experiences in the year so far,
I am most grateful to God for keeping us together and stable,
For keeping us safe and making us who we now are,
So this Christmas, in this yuletide season,
I am grateful and thankful for a number of reasons,

This Christmas,
I am grateful for mom and dad,
This Christmas I am thankful to God, whether good or bad,
I am grateful for my kid brother,
And whether I get gifts or not, I wouldn't bother,
For the year has been filled with so much gifts already,
The gifts of life, of health, of success, of safety and of family,
So this Christmas, in spite of the challenges of the year, I am grateful,

This Christmas,
Honey, I am grateful for you,
For loving me and helping me go through,
Life's hurdles and turbulence,
And offering me a space and a chance,
In the depth of your soul and at the center of your heart,
The reason I'm sure we can never be torn apart,
So, under the mistletoes baby, I'll place my arms around you,
Feel the warmth of you skin, and through the cold of the night, shall be bye you,
So, this Christmas, I am thanful to God for you,

This Christmas,
If I was a kid again and Santa comes visiting,
I'll sit on his lap, singing and demanding,
Not for gifts or packages, but for opportunity,
Opportunity to give back to those needy kids, the poor and the helpless, fulfilling their fantasy,
Of  a better and brighter Christmas, not necessarily a whiter one,
I'll ask for an opporunity to make Christmas happen for someone,
Every single day for the next three hundred and sixty five days,
This Christmas, I am grateful for these and many others...
What are you grateful for?
Love to hear from you...

Merry Christmas.

Copyright Lysious.

LOVE IS ALL WE'VE GOT II

Honey, please let me be the one to wipe your tears,
Let me the one to carry your cares,
Let me give you arms to rest in, and shoulders to cry on,
Let me be the strength with which you carry on,
And your bright sunlight in your life's darkness,
Let me be the joy in your sadness,
'Cos when all is lost,
We realize that love is all we've got,
Let me be the one to tuck you in at night,
Let me be your bright future when your future is out of sight,
Let me be your refuge in your seasons of pain,
And your shelter from life's troubled rain;
The reason you can look at life and smile again;
Your bridge from a past of sorrow,
And your gateway to a better tomorrow,
'Cos through our darkest nights,
In the midst of our painful plights,
When surrounded by a raging storm,
And you feel like you're loosing your form,
In the face of a turbulent time,
When our sorrows hit a prime,
Let us stay close to each other,
'Cos when all is lost,
We realize that love is all we've got.

Merry Christmas.


Copyright Lysious

LOVE IS ALL WE'VE GOT.

Through our darkest nights,
In the midst of painful plights,
When surrounded by a raging storm,
And we feel like we're loosing our form,
In the face of a turbulent time,
When our sorrows hit a prime,
Let us stay close to those we love,
'Cos when all is lost,
We realize that love is all we've got...

TO BE CONTINUED
Merry Christmas.

HOW FAR CAN SANTA TRAVEL?

I can't forget what it felt like when my little niece asked the Christmas question,
"Lysious, is Santa real?" she asked, in all innocence and curiosity,
I didn't know what to say to that little girl, about that innocent question,
I didn't want to take away her childhood innocence or fantasy,
So I said "yes sweetie! Santa exists. He lives in the Northpole",

But as I cogitate over that funny incident which happened a while ago,
A thought arose within me about this whole season,
A thought it is, which I can't let go,
And a thought I wish to share, about the reasoning,
Behind Mr. Clause and his crew,

So I ask if Santa was real,
And his adventures true,
How far can he travel and how far can his sleigh go?
If the Northpole housed Clause and his crew,
How far can they travel?

Does he operate in the temperate regions alone,
If he has to visit so many places and children in so short a time,
Does he ever make it to the needy and helpless children in the almost forgotten regions,
If he was white, then how can he relate with the black kids of the tropical zones,
Really, if Santa was real, how far can he travel and how far can he sleigh go?

Can he take gifts to my friends in Congo who are bare-bodied and traumatized,
Can he carry a package to my neighbors in India, whose kids will get nothing in this season,
Would he go down to Mississippi and stay with those poor children seeking love,
Please tell me, can his sleigh go all the way to Rwanda to put those kids on his lap and ask them what they want for Christmas?
I guess their request will be "Peace and Quite, No More Wars, No more Genocide!"
Better yet, can he stop by Sudan and comfort those little girls who have been a victim of rape even in this season,

The moral of this poem is not to argue over the existence of Santa off course,
Neither is it to paint any region in a bad light,
But to let us know that even if Santa existed, there is very little he can do,
There should be a Santa in each of us, and as we buy and give gifts,
Let us remember those children who will never get to see Santa this Christmas,
And let us reach out and be a Santa to them!

Merry Christmas.