A Street Diamond

                    

There was a boy who is lean and little but shiny and smiley. He was bullied by his friends. He was flogged with canes and was pushed into puddles. He was insulted and humiliated in every possible way. But he never cried nor complained. He knew that he was treated badly. Yet still he goes out every day to play or get played. He knew that they will throw stones at him and yet he brought them cookies. He was dropped out in every game yet he watched them play. He knew that no one liked him yet he loved everyone. He knew there is plenty of happiness around him, but he never wished for it. He never had the luck of having the joy. Yet he thanks god for the life he has.  No one knows where does he live and no one cared either. He never went to school, but always roams around it. They thought he was a retard and ignored him, but he knew he is not. He is different.

He is different because his life doesn’t start with bread and butter every day.  It starts with drinking water under a street tap. His life won’t let him to go to school. It wants him to pick the trash every morning.  He hardly gets his daily food yet he shares it with the little money he got. He waits outside the school to join the kids to play. He takes the beatings and shares the cookies because they are the only people who keep him company. He never cried since he has no tears left inside. He never complained and thanks god instead.  He smiles like a prince and shines like a gem. He lives with a faith and fights with a hope. This little boy is a street diamond.

P.S :  Every year  thousands of kids are going homeless

Global estimates suggest that between 30 to 150 million children and young people live on the streets of the major cities and towns in the world. Nearly all street children have some form of contact with a family member. Sadly, most children don’t maintain any contact with their family because of the circumstances that pushed them onto the streets in the first place. Poverty, physical and sexual abuses are the three main reasons street children give as to why they have ended up living on the streets. Predominantly boys claim to have been physically abused whilst girls claim to have been sexually abused before leaving home. Sometimes the pressure of poverty together with social vulnerability and exclusion increase the likelihood of young children joining the population of street children worldwide.

This is dedicated for those Diamonds who rise above all.

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I Miss You

I may not have known you long, but I liked you since the moment we spoke. I enjoyed every second being with you and I can't thank you enough. You’ve been a fantastic friend so far and I hope you would be by my side forever. You’ve shown me your bright and dark sides and every memory of you made me closer to you. You are a unique charm that shines even in the dark.


I've given you some hard times and I still feel sorry for it. I have not been such a good pal, but I promise I'll make it up to you. I don't want to be a fool by making a mistake again. I might have hidden some things about me, but I never lied to you. I will not ask you to trust me because trust is something that should be earned. I know you deserve better and I will never make you suffer.


I just wish you’d come back to me soon because ever since you left me, I missed the fun of being with you.


I feel a gap in my life from your absence and every moment of it is making me more anxious about you.


You left me in sweet pain and I’m enjoying it.
Your absence only makes my heart grow fonder.


All I want you to know is that
I like you,
I care about you,
and
I miss you.

The Independence

A country of reign that was once worshipped and envied by many is now a minority and a poor developing nation. A nation that always seeks peace and never went on a war is now a dirty land with thick people. A country which once sold piles of diamonds in the streets is now drowning in poverty.      A country which contributed a great deal of knowledge in the evolution of the world is now has nothing left to write its pride.

Today I stand as a common Indian in front of a hoisted flag among the people who are singing the national anthem with their lips but not heartily. This day is a remembrance of those people who hoped for a free India, who shed every drop of their blood for it. How many of us really think that we are paying tribute to them? For many today is just a holiday to hoist a flag, share some sweets and to say “oh yeah! It’s our Independence day”.

The celebration of real Independence is when we feel the minimum responsibility for our country.  We might have 65 years of Independence now, but we aren’t the same anymore. We lost the glory that we used to have.

“65” years and we are still a developing nation. Even after 65 years from now, will still be a developing nation. We all know what’s happening in our country, yet we still don’t care.

It’s time to give a ray of hope that our poor country needs. That’s the least we can do to our motherland.

 All we have to do is to stop being a shame to our country.

It might be odd to stand alone and rise among the shameful society, but trust me my friend you are not alone. You just have to put your step forward and the rest pours in.

If it’s not you, who else?

I hope one day we will celebrate the real Independence Day.

“The Journey of A Thousand Miles Begins With A Single Step”.

The cryptic mind

Things change really fast in life… opinions , interests , tastes ,and woman. I wonder why no one ever created a device which can analyze a female mind.  It’s a shame to the great brains of twenty first century. Why are they so complicated . They act like they love you for life today  and the very next minute they will hate you like hell.

They say they don’t know anything about us but they will track us. They say they don’t  give a damn about you ,but  they do.

Some times its really hard to believe the truth. I donno if they are not prepared for it or they just hate to live with a truthful person.

If we truly like them and if we say that they really are special to us. They just think that we are playing around.

And they’ll say  “I bet you say this to every girl.”

What are they???

Few days ago we are like the best couple on earth and now I’m just a guy and she is just  a  friend.

What ever they are,they are the reason for a guy to be happy or sad. They might be weird at times but they are mostly sweet and loving. We just have to accept and face every situation with them. It might be good or bad.

Above all  we need them just  like they need us.

The Last words of a Loser

           

This is it. The day has come .The day that I never dreamt of. The day that I never wanted to happen.

This is the outmost shame of my life that I made someone an element to betrayal.

Today I stood as a convict of honesty and truth. I never thought that I would do such thing like that. The pain of losing someone’s trust is unbearable. I broke their faith in me.

I stood as an absolute loser by dropping a valuable heart. I made them bitter and I know they hate me.

I’ve earned very few hearts in the course of my life. I’ve been honest and open to them.

Of course I lied many but those lies will never affect my stand on friendship and love. And I never faked my Identity. I was accused of being another person now. The fact is I don’t even know what kind of person I am.

It’s not their fault of judgment against me because I think I’ve never had a heart to fill someone’s affection and never had a slightest chance of gaining the trust. May be I’m not even a person. I’m a savage.

I am my problem. I am my nemesis. No one ever believed me. Not even my own family had the trust. They know that I’m a retard. I feel sorry for them. They deserve a better son. They deserve a better brother they deserve a much better person than me. I’m the disappointment of my family. No wonder that someone who I never met has lost faith in me. I think they are right. I might me a Liar and a killer of trust.

I lost a sweet person today. I was hated. I was crushed and steeped down to the ground.

It’s obvious that I stand alone in the dark every time and I got used to it. But I never felt so bad like this. I made a person look like a fool for trusting me. I am a sick bastard.

A sweet melt down to sorrow because of my cruelness. It served with everything I desired and always smiled for me. It sweetened my heart offering it self when needed. It served me and pleasured me till the very last bite. All it asked from me is a speck of Trust and Honesty.

From the bottom of my heart I feel bad for losing a person who is so sweet all the time and affectionate. I still know that I’m honest and true. But all I don’t know is me. And when I know what I am, I’ll be a complete man.

I wish I could be forgiven. But I don’t think I deserve that.

Am I a Liar? Am I a fraud?

No.

Am I a loser? Am I a zero?

Yes.

These might be my last words because it takes a heart to write something appealing and you now know that I’m heartless. Even if I had one, It’s rotten and broken.

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In the Dark

                                     In the Dark

                                                        - Johnny vas

Some times it takes more than one heart to understand a feeling. It might be joy or sorrow. Happy or sad. But if we have someone who can share and understand feelings then you are lucky. I spent alone in the dark to find the meaning of happiness. I hide myself in the dark, scared and distressed.

The dark is scary when your eyes are wide open.

The dark is peaceful when your eyes are closed.

It’s just the mind that makes you swing.

There will be light when you are happy and you can see a lot of people around you.

They come to you and they dance with you. They will share your joy and they will smile with you. You feel very secure and positive when you are happy in the light.

Then slowly you can see the light disappearing into thin air. They lights get dim. All the people you see around will move away. Their happy faces will be gone. You will see the dark forming around you. Every thing gets obscure and you will be the only one standing alone in the dark. The joy turns into sorrow and the smile turns into tears. No one will come to you even if you shout they will not look back for you. You will feel insecure. You will feel the fear.

But you have to search in the dark. There will be someone to hear you and stretching their hand to hold you and protect you.

I had nobody to help me in the dark. I searched them for years and shouted out loud for help. All those years of hell I thought of one thing. Why is everyone around you when you are happy and why there is no one when you are left in the dark.

The Answer is simple.

The world is timid to face the dark. The friends you have the relations you got are just to spend the time of light with you.

Then I realized that happy means peace and sorrow is scary. Either ways it is darkness around you.

When you realize this you will have the ultimate power to see all the things of life apparently in the dark.

You can only see the face of a person in the light but in the dark their real face will be revealed.

Now I no more fear to the dark. Happy or sad I learnt a way to be positive and and honest and one day you will know the true value of the dark.

Good luck My Friend.

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 ]

johnnyvas.