A Fallen Angel

                         A Fallen Angel              
                                                              - Johnny vas.

In the Nights I sometimes see some falling stars in the sky. They looked like they are falling down to earth.

My mother once said that those were not stars. She said they are angels who come to visit our world. She says that they are beautiful and immortal.

I believed my mom. I believed that they come to earth and they fit them selves like us. They eat our food, they drink our wine, and they live in between us just like a normal person and when they die they will go back to heaven.

I know people think it’s silly and stupid because it is too far from reality and no one ever saw them. Most of us believe in God even if no one saw him.

Sometimes we believe it when we see it. Sometimes we have to believe it to see it.

I believe in the falling angels and I saw one of them. They don’t look any special than us. They are just like us. The fallen angel that I saw was so beautiful. She has those amazing eyes which are big and magical. She sprinkles her magic on us and we can spend the rest of our life looking into her eyes. Her lips are as smooth as the petals of a rose and juicy like the strawberries. She was so fair and luminous. Her complexion was a mixture of milk and gold. She is a sheer epitome of pure beauty. She was Elegant and honest.

She never fails to attract. She talks less but she never lies. She cares and trusts all. It’s her strength and also her weakness. She is an absolute charm.

We might have run into them at least once in our life. Sometimes we just get too busy with life ignoring such beauty and sometimes we fail to believe the existence of the fallen angel.

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[ To Desi ]

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The Inside

                    The Inside

                                       - Johnny vas.

There is a pain inside me. Deep and hollow.

 

I wish I could cry and let it out.

But something in my heart is suppressing it.

I pursue my life without any spice

Searching for a tiny speck of luck.

I fear the darkness around me.

Hiding and hoping for a spot of light.

Years passed and nothing changed.

I questioned god for being so hard.

Then a voice inside me whispered and said

Wake up you chuck! Stop passing the buck.

Yours is the life so make it up.

Yours is the triumph when you fight enough.

Withstand and engage till you see the light.

Face up the dark and never wish for luck.

That made my mind to open up wide.

My heart felt light like it came out from the hide.

I started my journey to win the Destiny.

I stood up firm holding spirit as my weapon.

I stay lionhearted with my heart as a shield.

I might fall down but I will never turn around.

I might be wounded but not defeated.

Soon comes a day where the battle ends.

So be patient and strong to sing the victory song.

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The Rain

                      The Rain

                                               - Johnny vas

There was a lovely girl…  Joyful and small.

Came to me on a cloudy day and said

Hey dear brother... what a lovely day.

 I'm waiting for the rain to fall today.

I'll dance in the rain.

I'll hop in the water.

I also make paper boats to play in the stream.

I'll watch them sailing till the end of the street.

She was anxious and excited to welcome the rain.

She sat near the window looked up and smiled.

Looking at the sky for the rain to fall.

She waited and waited but the Rain never showed.

She then came to me crying and sorrowed.

Poor girl was so upset and broken.

I ought to solace her so I cuddled her and said

Oh my lovely sister please don’t cry.

The rain didn’t fall as the earth failed to pay.

so when it pays the God. The due amount

He will send the rain back to earth.

I wiped her tears and she smiled at me

She then ran back to her place with some thought in her mind

And came back fast with a piggy bank in her hands.

 Gave it to me and said.

Please ask god to take this as the Debt.

And send me the rain back.

 I was amused by her.

We both knelt down and prayed to him.

"Oh Dear Lord. The kindliest one.

Please accept this [piggy bank] for the sake of the earth.

We promise to you that we'll help it to clear the debt.

Have mercy on us and deliver us the rain.

So this beautiful girl can rejoice again."

I opened my eyes but she kept praying...

Telling the god how desperately she needs the rain.

I wonder why she likes it so much.

The very next day it started to rain.

She looked peachy and bright feeling the rain.

I know it is god who certainly did it.

Because he never failed to answer a poor girls dream.

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An Ice cream story - Johnny vas

                                                                                

                                                                                                                      
Years ago…

I remember I was still a small guy but most lovable and active guy in school.

There used to be an ice cream parlor beside the school.

I don't like ice creams very much. But since the day I saw her... I fell in love.....with her and the Ice creams.

She was the prettiest girl I've ever seen.

She has the beautiful smile on earth...

She comes to the parlor everyday to have an ice cream and I use to stare at her every day but she never looked at me.

Days passed…

I couldn’t talk to her as I don't know how to start?

One day as she was eating her ice cream some one jerked her and the Ice cream fell down. Her beautiful milky cheeks turned red. Tears were rolling in her eyes. She sat on a bench helplessly. I couldn’t see her in the sorrow.

I ran to the parlor and bought an ice cream.
I went near to her. Placed it beside her.
It was the first time she saw me.

thank god!!!

she smiled at me and said "Thank you". The voice of her is still breezing in my ears....

she asked me "where is yours?" 
I said " I don't have it!"

She gave a pity look on me.....and said,

let's share it.....

I couldn't reject her invitation...so we shared it...

now she was about to leave.... I don't know what to do?

I remained starring at her...

but she didn’t...she thanked me again...and said " I owe you an Ice cream and I'll buy you that tomorrow".

she smiled at me and left the place....and I remained static until she is off my sight....
I’m exited for the next day coz she spoke to me atlast.

then the next day I was waiting for her at the parlor … hours passed. I waited for her all day. But still no sign of her.

the next day....
the next day....
the next day....
the next day....
the next day....
the next day....
the next day....
the next day....
the next day....


at last I found her....she looked like an angel to me in the white frock and she was smiling at me gorgeously ...there was a huge bunch of flower bouquets around her...

I went up to her and asked "where is the ice cream?"

She didn’t reply… but she kept smiling at me.

I told her to wait and then I bought her an ice cream and said “now you owe me two”

She smiled at me then we shared it again…



It’s been 15 years now… 

I went to see her again…


I'm so exited to see her.
I grew up as a tall smart guy but she is still the small angel with the same refreshing pretty face and the lovely smile... 

strangely she hasn’t grown an inch.

Is she an angel?

Maybe she is ….

That is why god took her back.

she died with Cystic fibrosis...she might have struggled a lot....yet she ended up with a smile on her face.

What can I say to a girl like her... May be I was not smart enough for her.

I love U....

and
.
.
.
I miss U…


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Eden’s Golden River: A Mirage

                       

                           Eden’s Golden River: A Mirage

                                                                                      - Johnny vas

I see water flowing in a stream.

The water looks pure and beautiful.  I see the golden rays of the happy sun reflecting on the water ripples.

It looks like a Golden river of heaven.

I see trees all around the stream.

They are thick and green and dancing with the breeze with overwhelming joy. They are so in sync and hailing to the Mother Nature.

 

They are the loyal servants of the nature. How sad they can’t walk.

I see swans. They swim in the golden river. They are so beautiful and gracious. They have the great ability of separating water from milk. How sad they can’t suck grime out of water.

Every thing was so scenic. I wish what I see is real.

Because In real life…

I see water hardly flowing in the stream. The water looked dull and dark with the accumulation of dirt and I see plastics swimming instead of Fish.

It looks like a dead pond of hell.

Poor water can’t even cry to complain.

I see no trees around the stream. It is dry and dead land everywhere. Looks like they can finally walk. Oh! No. They were killed. Brutally assassinated by the so called intelligent species of the very own Earth.

Yet the trees serve their killers.

They protect them.

They comfort them.

Because

They are the loyal servants of the Mother Nature.

Poor Trees can’t even run away from them.

I see no swans in the stream. They might have tried hard to suck the grime from the water and failed.

Poor birds can’t even fly to a better place.

All of these were so happy and beautiful before the existence of us.

We may be the intelligent species on earth but we are definitely not the beautiful species...

I wish we are not real.




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