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Have You Looked up at The Sky Today

Have you looked up at the sky today and watched the birds that flew pass?                                     Did you notice the white fluffy clouds and a beautiful rising sun so vast?

Have you looked at the trees around and noticed the fruits and flowers that bares?                           A variety of beautiful colours that it displays.  Do me a favour, just stop and stare.

Have you looked around your home today and saw all that you achieved?                                         or did you rush out as normal again and forget the office keys?

Have you looked around work today and noticed every one stressed?                                               Most of them in such a bad mood and some of them in a complete mess.

Have you listened to the radio today and sang along to some of the songs?                                       Even though you might sing out of tune or sometimes get the words wrong.

Have you looked up at the sky tonight and saw the beauty that it holds?                                           Or where you afraid to go outside that late in case you caught a cold?

Down the road could be a man who was born without sight.                                                           Yet thee most humble being and “hears” everything in delight.

On the other side could be a woman who will never be able to hear.                                                 But full of love to everyone cause she sees their love so clear.

Someone out there has no family or friends and someone will never be able to walk                           Someone out there has no job or home and someone will never be able to talk.

I guess that the problem with society today is not appreciating what’s already been given.               
Simple yet priceless gifts from above, that’s always in front of us, never hidden.

Look around, appreciate and see how you have been blessed.                                                         Family and friends surround you, yes even though your life could be a mess.

A home, a job, a car to drive, clothes and food to eat.                                                                     Remind me once again why you are never upbeat?

So have you looked up at the sky today and noticed the beauty that surrounds?                                 And thanked God for all you have or did you rush out and started the day with a frown?

Copyright © Sasha Maharaj | Year Posted 2013

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Butterfly Kisses

In her room decorated like a princess’s, she sat quietly on the floor.
Carefully wrapping a small gold box and keeping an eye on the door. 
She twirled the silver ribbons and tied it on the wrapped box. 
Made a pretty bow and hid the gift in the draw with her socks. 

On the Morning of his birthday, she jumped up on his bed
And smothered him with butterfly kisses on his cheeks and forehead
“Happy Birthday Dad” she said excitedly and handed out her present.
He sat up and hugged his little girl who was definitely God sent.

He slowly undid the wrappings and admired her creativeness.
For it was the little things she did that made his life full of bliss.
But when he opened the box there was nothing there that he could see
A little confused he said “my angel, the box seems empty”.

With her soft angelic voice, came the most priceless reply
“They’re Butterfly Kisses I blew for you, dad, for when I’m not nearby.
I know you can’t see them, but it’s filled with my love too                                                                                   for every time you have a bad day at work and when you are feeling blue.” 

He smiled and hugged her tight and tried to hide the tears.
For his little girl of six years old is wise beyond her years.
And whenever he has a bad day and his little girl he misses.
he just opens the little gold box to receive her love and butterfly kisses. 

Copyright © Sasha Maharaj | Year Posted 2013

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Memories

Alone on a mountain top, she quietly sits.
Looking down below lies a dark pit.
On the other side runs a river next to a valley so green.
Pretty flowers everywhere, it’s the most beautiful scene

Overhead the birds are singing as they all fly by.
The setting of the sun adds a beautiful contrast to the colour of the sky.
Animals on the field playing around all so carefree.
This is the place she calls her own, a place to escape reality.

She closes her eyes for a minute, n the memories come flooding in.
Memories of her childhood days, life then was like a dream.
Climbing on the mango trees, making swings out of old tyres
Hide and seek in the garden and playing with toys made outta wires.

Sliding down the banks with old crates and cardboards.
Not missing an episode of star wars and playing with toy swords.
Running around bare feet n not worried about any cuts n bruises.
Having fun in all our games no matter who wins or loses.

Rushing home after school to catch her fav cartoons.
Sunday morning trips to the beach n been there till late in the afternoon.
Holidays and special occasions always celebrated with family and friends.
She opened her eyes n wished those days had never ended.

The sun had finally set, it was time for her to go.
But she will be back here soon, of that she sure knows.
For this is where she finds serenity, her place to be alone.
A place she feels free and far away from home.

She heads on back, an hour’s drive away.
She felt reluctant to leave, she wished she cud of stayed.
But she enjoys the long drive home as she passes a forest of trees
This is how she forgets about her pain by reliving the special memories. . 

Copyright © Sasha Maharaj | Year Posted 2013

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May Love RIP

I passed away last night.
This morning I buried my soul.
Love died inside of me
My story left untold.

The funeral was attended
by Hurt, Anger and Pain
While Solitude and Despair 
Slowly comforted me in the rain.

The mundane atmosphere,
Coincided with the mood.
I was dressed in a black outfit
With my head covered in a hood. 

Black birds circled above
As the box lowered into the ground
Then descended on surrounding dead trees.
Mourning cries the only sound.

A heart shattered in pieces
Was scattered into the dismal dark sea
And drifted many miles away,
For the entire world to see.

Hope, Faith and Never Give Up,
Engraved on every piece.
A heart that held strong for many years.
Ends off as a ravenous feast.

Tears have finally run dry.
Emotions are stone cold.
Love died of natural causes,
Yet could have been consoled.

I passed away last night.
This morning I buried my soul.
A heart once full of love,
Leaves in its place a Black Hole… 


Copyright © Sasha Maharaj | Year Posted 2013

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Angry Afraid Alone - The Story of Her Life

Thoughts of suicide running through her head. 
Feels like she’s at the edge of a cliff hanging by a thread. 
Want to so badly escape the reality she faces. 
Even when she’s with people she still feels outta place. 

Angry. Afraid. Alone, she stood out in the cold 
Wondering how did she get to be less bold? 
Is this a test we all go through in life? 
Coz she seems to be failing  each day with strife. 

Her smile and happiness seems to fade away. 
She’s losing her strength each passing day. 
How can she explain the feeling inside? 
It’s like part of her has completely died. 

She’s tired of the façade she keeps putting on. 
Pretending to be happy all day long. 
Deep inside she’s hurting real bad. 
Anger taking control over her, she thinks she’s going mad. 

Friends and family are all nearby. 
But lately all she wants to do is just cry. 
Feeling alone in this big world 
She’s nobody special just an ordinary gal. 

So Y me? She questioned in the open air. 
Hoping to get an answer from up there. 
But all she heard was the wind as it passed by, 
She looked on down with a huge sigh. 

She closed her eyes n pictured herself far away. 
Escaping all her thorts to visions of a sunny day. 
A place she was happy at, no worries in sight. 
Just clear blue waters and beautiful sand so white. 

The vision was short lived as it started to rain 
But she just stood there hoping it would wash away the pain. 
Falling to her knees as the rain washed her tears. 
This is the story of her life each and every year......

Copyright © Sasha Maharaj | Year Posted 2013

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Guilty

I have to confess, as I can't handle the guilt any more.
I ran over Blue Eyed Tom, sweet Mrs Maggie's favorite cat from next door.
It's been 3 months to the day and she believes he is still alive. 
I even helped her put up posters, seen her smile with tears in her eyes. 

I've decided to go by with some cookies and a bottle of Old Brown Sherry
Explain what I had done and apologise profousely.
But im not going alone as I have a huge surprise
Two little furball kittens with mesmerising blue eyes... 



Date:- 14-03-2016

Contest:- Its time to 'fess up

Sponsor:- Lin Lane

Copyright © Sasha Maharaj | Year Posted 2016

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Worthless

I’m broken inside and can’t feel.  
The damage is done, I can barely breathe. 
Ripped apart and torn to pieces, 
My once strong heart is now deceased. 

I keep recalling the messages in my head,
Making me wish that I was dead. 
So much of anger, so filled with hate.
I must be the reason for our love to dissipate.

I never wanted it to end this way,
theres so much more i needed to say.
but i guess he just had enough of me,
even after apologising immensly. 

So here I am alive, yet dead inside.
All I know, my best, I have tried.
Left feeling completely worthless.
Falling apart and still nobody notices....

Copyright © Sasha Maharaj | Year Posted 2016

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My Simple Wish

The simple things in life are what I want most.
A pretty flower, instead of a beautiful rose. 
A little house n garden, instead of a mansion by the sea.
An ordinary car to drive, instead of a BMW M3. 

Shopping at our locals, instead of Parie or Dubai.
Eating healthy foods, instead of burger and fries. 
Holding hands in public n not feeling shy. 
Blowing kisses in the air as we say our goodbyes. 

Walking in flip flops, instead of expensive high heels. 
Wearing jeans and a sweat shirt instead of a dress from oversees. 
Working as a cashier, instead of a P.A at a fancy fashion mag.
Walking in the rain ,instead of calling for a limo cab. 

Candle lit dinner in the garden, instead of at a restaurant to eat. 
Cuddling at home on a Friday night, instead of dancing at a club to disco beats. 
A hand written note or letter, instead of those fancy bought cards, 
A box of precious memories, instead of expensive rewards. 

Yes, I’m that simple gal with the simple things in life.
Believing in shooting stars, wishing one day to be your wife. 
For the only gift you can give me, is something money can’t buy. 
A gift shared between only You and I. 

A priceless gift of your Love, Understanding n Care,
Your loyalty n devotion to me, that we both would share. 
Been there when I need you or at times when I am down. 
A hug to comfort me n take away my frown. 

A smile to reassure me that nothing will go wrong. 
Dancing in the rain with me humming our favorite songs. 
A kiss to reassure me that in your only One. 
Wiping away my tear n holding me all night long. 

This is just a simple wish from a simple gal.
Someone who loves you dearly n thinks you are her World.
I pray n hope my simple wish come true for me someday. 
For You are the one I wanna spend my life with n in your arms forever stay….. 

Copyright © Sasha Maharaj | Year Posted 2013

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When Love Turns To Hate

She fell in love so unexpectedly, there were no warning signs.
Her head kept saying no, but in her heart she knew she would be fine.
She remembers saying she’s never gonna fall in love, but here she is again.
Head over heels sitting on the 9th cloud and forgetting the pasts’ pain.

Days and weeks went by, getting to know each other well.
Months turned into a year, deeper and deeper she fell.
She gained trust and confidence; he gained all her love and heart.
The moment they’re together nothing can tear them apart.

She loved him with all she had, gave it her 100 percent.
Every time he smiled, she knew he was heaven sent.
Materials things didn’t matter, she was a simple girl.
He promised to always love her, she became his whole world.

But promises ended up broken, he played her for a fool.
He got bored of loving her and suddenly he turned cruel.
Two years together and she never stopped loving him.
Never looked at another guy, she knew it was a sin.

But in a matter of seconds, everything came crashing down
She felt the walls close in on her, her smile turned into a frown.
She learnt he was lying to her. Caught him in another’s embrace.
All those late night work trips, instead he was going to her place.

Depression started kicking in, she tried to erase all the memories.
Threw out all his stuff, she cried as she fell to her knees.
He tried to apologize, saying he didn’t know how to tell her.
He wanted to break it off but he didn’t wanna cause a stir.

She made it easy for him, ended the relationship instead.
She lost her trust and love for him, she kept wishing she was dead.
Friends and family comforted her, deep inside she wanted to call.
She really missed him a lot, but she got through it all.

Tears would flow now and then as she would remember special times.
She tried to block it out; it only escapes for a while.
She grew stronger each day, knowing it wasn’t her loss
Constantly reminded what an amazing person she is, an inspiration at no cost.

A year later and he realizes he made a huge mistake
He should have never let her go; the other girl was such a fake.
He tried to reconcile but sadly it’s already too late.
Slowly and eventually her love for him has now turned to hate.

Copyright © Sasha Maharaj | Year Posted 2013

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And So This is What It Feels Like

And so this is what it feels like, 

As though the sun doesn’t exist,
And the moon has lost its shine, 
the stars have been put out one by one,
and here we are, pretending everything is fine.

Yet, our world seems gloomy and dreary.
Our smiles have faded away.
For our beacon of Hope and Light
Departed 6 months ago this day

Every day we all keep wishing
That this is just a bad nightmare.
And when we wake up each time
We will find that you are still here.

Our Inspiration and Pillar of Strength
Our Glue, Our Rock and Our Guide.
You loved each of us equally,
with absolute admiration and pride.

You encouraged us to be confident
And gave us the raw truth about life.
Whenever we needed someone to talk to,
You were the best person we all would turn to for advice.

Sometimes we get the urge
to dial your number on our phones.
Just to hear your soothing voice again,
just to pretend you're still at home.

We miss everything about you Gran,
More especially that radiant and naughty smile.
It gave us hope and brought us comfort,
Amidst a world that's cold n fragile.

Your warm hugs and soft touch,
Made us feel better whenever we were ill.
Your home made remedies and chicken soup.
Was better than taking any pills.

Those delicious aromas from cooking and baking.
Could be smelt from way down the road.
You made sure our bellies were full
Before we all made our way home.

And so we guess God needed his finest Angel back home
much sooner than we all expected.
And while we painfully agree that you're in a better place,
this great loss will never be accepted.

© Sasha Maharaj. All Rights Reserved. August 2016


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