Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Alzheimer's Disease


Generally seen in the elderly population, caused due to neuro-fibrillary plaques and tangles.Its the disease that cripples the mind, robs ur memories, and leaves behind empty vacuoles...


The sky is blue,
and the grass green.
The flowers smell sweet
and the raindrops feel cool on the skin.
Has it always been so?
I do not know.

There's darkness within me
and cobwebs on my mind
memories slipped out of my fingers
on the way, somewhere far behind.
I'm surrounded by friendly faces
who evoke no names
I often lose my way within myself
when my mind plays the games.
I know not what ails me,
my body often fails me.
I'm not as sharp as I used to be
I'm no more myself , you see.
unseen chains bind me,
unnamed fears haunt me,
unheard voices call me,
perhaps from my past;
which is right there, in front of me
just out of my reach..

Though there are lacunae within me,
outside the world is bright
the snowflakes are cold,
the sunshine pure and white.
A caring still feels fine; and
I want to live,
'coz the world is still mine.

But shall it always remain so ??
I do not know...

ME

Sometimes I wonder,
what am I?

Am I a rugged rock,
that stands upto wind and storm
facing the furies of weather
but staying strong and calm.

Or am I a frail dewdrop
dropped gently from the sky,
needs protection of strong leaves
from sun's harsh rays
or may silently die

Am I a sparkling stream
running through life's ups and downs,
giggling and gurgling all the way
full of vigor, no time for frowns

Or am I a placid lake
stable, silent of depth unknown,
calmly watching the wheels of time
standing all alone

Am I that small little bird
who spreads its wings to
view the world at its best
but can't untie the invisible strings,
which bind it to its nest.

Iam all that and more
I wonder,
then suddenly I realize
my blunder;
Iam ME,
my God's own creation,
carrying a piece of Him in my heart
I fear no oppression
Perfect in my imperfections
Iam free from all inhibitions

harnessing thoughts......

They gallop around like wild horses...
unchained & unleashed.
i try to harness my thoughts & put them in confines of ink & paper
stil they revolt & try to break free.
now to catch them in verse.......