Poems by Russell!

Russell a friend of mine has written a few good poems. I would like to share it with all of you. I keep sharing peices of work written by my friends under the label ' Guest writers'

Woodchop- Russell Mascarenhas


The rising sun over the snowy hills,
Mixed gracefully with the winter chills,
Gives every person to stare at awe,
At the wonderful things made by God.

Far from my house are these Red Wood trees,
Where furry creatures in the moonlight sleep,
Where lovers come and carve their names.
It reminds me of the good old days.

Like a peaceful haven on the mountain top,
The sparrows chirp and the ground is warmth.
My children at the moon doth stare.
In the shelter of the trees so bare

But alas, I am a woodcutter,
And I destroy gods beautiful things,
To feed my children and my wife,
Against getting heavenly wings.

A Grave Tale
- Russell Mascarenhas


With crumbled leaves underneath my feet,
I approach the house where the dead don’t sleep.
The hooting owl and the creaking gate,
may be the last sounds before my fate.

Lost in an illusion with haunting sounds,
Suddenly a hand emerges from the ground.
In my horror I turned and saw,
millions of zombies all around.

The mind tends to play funny tricks,
but this was worse than a horror flick,
a living nightmare I must say,
I must escape some other way.

Armed with guts and an axe in my hand
I cleared away the scum from this land.
Marching forward and taking swings,
I skillfully killed those horrid things.

And as they fell I took a bow,
and received applause from the crowd,
I smile to myself as I’ve done my duty,
the curtain closes, end of story.

This time its not me, but a friend who would like to share something......and am more than happy to give her the space...Nikita, keep writing...


YEH DHUAN.....



Have you ever watched someone smoke?
Ever observed the eager fingers flick a match and light up?
The slow, deep breath of restoring nicotine. Drawn in as though inhaling, trying to fill up the whole being with smoke.
Insubstantial. Bearing only vestiges of life. Incipient hope. Reassuring consolation.
A quick look of pained defiance.
And now back to floating in moribund heights of ostensible freedom…

Before I say anything else, I would just like to make it clear that I do not believe that smoking makes people “bad company”. One is not in danger while hanging out with a smoker. Why? Because it’s just isn’t about them!
Smoking is an extremely complex, personal and difficult thing to understand. I still don’t perfectly get it. But I do know enough to make my decision against it. The same goes for drugs and alcohol. I choose not to “indulge” in any of them. Not even try. Not once. And no, that doesn’t make me a dork, just shows how well I know myself. I know very well that even if I just try there’s a really good chance that I’ll be addicted. Many people overestimate themselves and think that it won’t happen. But it does- it’s happened to a friend of min, I’m sure it’s happened to a friend of yours! So what makes you the exception?
The way I see it, the best way to win this battle is to fight before it starts. When the vision is not obscured by towers of smoke, it is easier to look at one’s reflection. And decide…
The worst thing about smoking, to me, is the dependency. The mental hazards are far more debilitating than the physical ones. To know that every day, to get some relief, or to find oneself, one needs that little inflammable wrapped-up object. And quite ironically, smokers are believed to be the most independent and individualistic people.
All in all, it’s not about right or wrong, this issue is a subtle shade of the very same smokey gray. Everyone needs to deal with it in his or her own way. But the important thing is to make sure that we do! And soon…