Her Voice

Dear Reader

Here is my next poem “Her Voice”

This is actually one of my old works which I had written a few years back.

The poem is timed in the cold winter of 2011.

The poet talking about his long lost love; the only girl he loved so much is no more with him now. She left him without any reason. They are separated forever with distance and time and there is no way they could ever be together. But still deep down in his heart, the poet still hopes that one day she will come back to him and they will be together once again forever.

In the chilling winter of 2011 the poet remembers the great time they both had in the previous winter. He remembers the close warm feeling he had with his love. The way she kissed his freezing ears, her warm touch, her silky hair playing against his cheeks and most of all he is missing her sweet voice.

He hopes for her return. But this idea in itself is crazy and he knows that deep down within his heart. 

So, alas with no other option he cries remembering her sweet soft voice.

Here it is, hope you like it.

Her Voice

It fell into my ears and I was in heaven.

Different from all other noise

Now it’s the winter of two thousand eleven,

And I still miss her sweet voice.

Couple of years now, she left me

Miss it more than her dark black eyes.

My love, when will you call me?

Come to me before this candle dies.

Waiting for that day for a long time now

The day, I’ll hear your voice again

You left me, I don’t know why

Just come to me, no need to explain.

Cold it is now, missing your touch

Your warm kiss on my freezing ears

Come back to me please my dear

Don’t make true my worst fears.

Want to feel you once again

Your silky hair against my cheek

Without you, life goes on

Dark, gloomy and bleak

Her Voice wonders about

In the folds of my brain

And my heart cries

Aloud, in pain.

-          Sydney B Monteiro

My Old Man’s Advice

Dear Friends

Here is one of my poem "My Old Man's Advice"

In this poem a father gives some valuable life advice to his son.

He clearly advises him that we have to strive to be successful, but we should also not forget our limits and where we actually belong. There will be dangers with every step of life. So we need to be careful.

Unlike a normal fatherly advice here the father suggests that we should not blindly believe in something just because it seems right. Try finding out the reasons behind what is actually happening. Verify the reasons and understand the events behind it and only then believe in it.

In this poem I have actually tried to portrait a father - son relationship as the relationship of reason. Here I want to show that it is very important to keep in mind that when we raise our kids we need to teach them how to think. Teach them how to believe and why to believe, not merely what to believe.

Well here it is; I hope you like it.

My old man’s advice

He advised me

Rise to the sun

With all your might

But don’t burn like a bun

You have wings

But you’re not a duck

Fly high

Till you meet your luck

You will meet things and events

Unexplained

Don’t be amazed

Knowledge is being gained.

Question everything

And find out

Don’t be a fool

Filled with doubts

Swim till you can

But not far beyond

Beware of the crocs

In the large looking pond

Believe with all evidence

Say it loud with confidence

Give respect to excellence

Shed off your arrogance

-Sydney B. Monteiro

Taste My Brewing Thoughts

Hello and Hi

I am a simple person with complex thought brewing in the kettle of my mind. I tried the paper and it made me happy. I tried the software and again I was happy. Now at any point of my life i could go back and open the papers or my laptop and could re-read my thoughts once again. And yes I was still happy with it.

The brewing thoughts in my mind were now poured in the tea cup. The sugar was right, bitterness perfect and also the creamy topping. Lemon was also squeezed for the sour taste. But it needed someone to taste. Someone to sip it and hold it in his mouth for a moment as the thought's flavour lingered over his tongue for a while. The nerves then taking the taste to his brain, either making him savour the taste and sallow or puke in wild disgust. But then there was no one. Deep down inside my heart I felt something was locked in, something was chained for eternity and never to be allowed out.

But then i realised - rather too late - that I had my saviour in my pockets. The Internet!

Internet as we all know is a powerful media to spread one's ideas; good as well as bad. Its up to the person reading the ideas to judge which one to follow.

I would be expressing my thoughts and ideas in this blog through poems. Some might seem good and some might seem bad. For me they are just my thoughts. Its up to you to enjoy their taste if you like them or just leave them if you don't like them.

All I say is wait for my thoughts and enjoy them.

-Sydney B. Monteiro