I am not the way I used to be
I am older and weaker as you can see;
I Remember THE words, RATNAKAR said
As he held me up and kissed me on my head
You will never be hungry and you will never be alone
With no one to love you and no home
I will always be here to lend a hand
To help you and guide you when you don't understand;
I believed his words and thought I would live to see
He was not going to ever leave me
he had promised me that, he and his sons.
would look after me

but God the father. took him away
for ever and ever and far away,
the end was so sudden I could not believe.
he was lying in the CPU, he looked a sleep.
the doctor told me he was no more
and I silently walked through,
the hospital doorl
knowing my life with trouble will brew
now that I had no one to turn to
Rathnakars love was not mine to keep;
I miss my Rathnakar I won't lie
Not a single hug or one last goodbye;
He is now a free man and in heaven he roams
Not worrying of his family or coming home;
He was taken out of my life and I
am alone since that day
Oh why Rathnakar why didn't God let you stay?

for a time all seemed well,
ratnakars money saw us through hell.
I doted on his kids and gave all I had,
things went from good to bad
the neglect slowly crept in,
my trust and care was my biggest sin.
By letting my kids have their choice and will
I am living in regret,till my body is still

I am gray old woman I sits all alone
Unloved, uncherished and unknown.
Sitting beside my computer screen.
Dreaming of days past and what might of been,
When children were small and very wee
Filling the air with childish glee,
I cherished them with loving care.
and blessed them with Mother's prayer.
But now they have grown, each to his life
the girls to their husbands, the boys to their wives,
Forgetful are they of a mother who sits here alone
Silently weeping and hurt to the bone
Blind their poor eyes to a Mother's grief.
But does she tell them in word or in mind.
that their neglect to her seem unkind.
She'll forgive and forget, unkindness they've shown.
just to get a their attention and feel included
This poor old mother who sits at home
very much alone and deluded.

ADAM MY LOVEABLE BRAT

THE BANK MY BEST FRIEND

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

YOUR BANK IS YOUR BEST FRIEND

CLUELESS SAYS
My daddy always told me me
your bank is your best friend
Saving money is the key!
when your at dires end
So I’ thought out a lot of ways
that saving works for me.

Today, in fact, I saved some cash;
and to the bank it went
I would have spent, on some thing
which i really did not need
If used it for some candy,
I know I would be glad
my bank and my dad.
would have been very sad

again I found money in a long forgotten purse
So I saved them all AND COLLECTED MORE
AND NOW MY BANK ACCOUNT
HAS BEGUN TO GROW

I know a lot of saving tricks,
that might be boring to you
Instead just send me all your cash.
I’ll gladly save it for you!

now I know in my time of need
there is one best friend I know
who would never ever turn me down
but would help me more and more

I did say my bank is my best friend
it can be yours too . Save for a rainy day.
YOU WILL HAVE YOUR FRIEND,
COME WHAT MAY

Posted by cluelessnanette

TO ALL MY CHILDREN

TO MY CHILDREN.

When my weary life is over
And this blog you do discover,
Read these pages from cover to cover.
See for your self and search and find,
The truth in these blogs from line to line.

In it you will see,
my lifE was not full of misery,
I did have my share of fun,
and when all was said and done,
I recorded it for every one.

sometimes when I was lonely and spent.
I wrote it all down, and every word I ment,
It has given me more pleasure than pain,
And my life, if I lived over again,
I would not change a single thing.

Each one of you ment something to me,
Even though at times we did not agree.
Life is full with ups and downs,
And reality is down to the ground,

Some times we were happy
And sometimes we were sad.
One thing I am proud of and I am glad.
We did it together what ever it was,

we stuck it through thick and thin.
Living by my motto NEVER GIVE IN.
some day you will have family of your own,
don't forget to stick to them,
till they are full grown.

your loving mom
3rd march 1992
1.45 am
posted on my blog to day 25th october2009
copied from my personal diary,
changed the word book to blogs, as it is now
written on my blog

GITANJALI

A POEM WRITTEN BY CLUELESSNAN
ON GITANJALI'S BIRTHDAY
To day you are 18 years old,
You reached a milestone in your life,
Where now begins the cares and strife,
I held your hand through childhood,
And taught you what was right and good,
But now the time has come so fast,
On you feet alone at last,
The choices have to be made by you,
and recognise all the wrong ones to.
Mistakes I did make were plenty,
The road I chose was long andlengthy
Mariage,is not a game, neither is just a new name.
Responsibilities are plenty.
Sharing caring giving in,
Not regreting what should have been.
Jealousy should be out ruled,
It only lives in th heart of fools,
My advice to you can go on and on,
But, now its time for you to sing
your own song.
Remember its the singer not the song
That sings the notes right or wrong

Remember gitu and bear in mind,
a faithful friend is hard to find,
and if you find one good and true,
never change the old one for the new

poem written by cluelessnan for Gitu on her birthday
GITU IS THE ONE IN FRONT IN THE PICTURE
KAREN IS BEHIND GITU

GEOFFREY

GEOFFREY
YOU HAVE BEEN MY HELPING HAND
WHICH HAS NEVER FAILED.
YOU HELPED ME THROUGH NIGHT AND DAY
IN MANY DIFFERENT WAYS

WHEN WORK HAD TO BE DONE,
YOU TOOK UP THE BROOM
TO CLEAN THE UNTIDY ROOM
YOU GAVE UP YOUR FUN
YOU ARE HARD WORKING , MY SON.

YOU COOKED GOOD FOOD
AND CLEANED THE DISHES
RAN AT MY BECK AND CALL
AND DID ALL MY WISHES.

AT TIME AT NIGHT I COULD NOT SLEEP
INTO THE GARDEN WE WOULD CREEP
A SMALL CAMP FIRE WE DID BURN
AND WAIT FOR THE DAY LIGHT TO RETURN.

SOME TIMES WE DID NOT AGREE,
AND THIS REALLY WORRIED ME.
TO TELL YOU THE TRUTH IT ALWAYS HURT
AT WHAT YOU SAID, IT WAS THE WORST

BUT WHEN ALL WAS SAID AND DONE.
I AM GLAD YOU WERE MY SON,
A HELPING HAND THROUGH MY LIFE
IN HAPPINESS AND IN STRIFE


DEAR GEOFFREY, YOUR CONTRIBUTION TO MY LIFE IS RARE.
A SMALL KID THAT HAD TO ATTEND SCHOOL
WOULD SIT WITH ME AND LOOSE SLEEP AND ENERGY ,
AND STILL ATTEND SCHOOL NEXT MORNING,
HOW CAN I FORGET THOSE DAYS
THE DAYS IN FARIDABAD WAS MEMORABLE
THOSE WERE THE HARDED DAYS OF MY LIFE , HOW CAN I REPAY THAT, NOT IN THIS LIFE, IF GOD PERMITS MAY BE IN THE NEXT