Saturday, September 29, 2007
Friday, September 28, 2007
But I can listen to you, and together we will search for answers.
I can't change your past with all it's heartache and pain,
nor the future with its untold stories.
But I can be there now when you need me to care.
I can't keep your feet from stumbling.
I can only offer my hand that you may grasp it and not fall.
Your joys, triumphs, successes, and happiness are not mine;
Yet I can share in your laughter.
Your decisions in life are not mine to make, nor to judge;
I can only support you, encourage you,
and help you when you ask.
I can't prevent you from falling away from friendship,
from your values, from me.
I can only pray for you, talk to you and wait for you.
I can't give you boundaries which I have determined for you,
But I can give you the room to change,
room to grow,room to be yourself.
I can't keep your heart from breaking and hurting,
But I can cry with you and help you pick up the pieces
and put them back in place.
I can't tell you who you are.
I can only love you and be your friend.
....a person who i know will always be there for me....love you bhaiya
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
in summer with only the birds
Peace can't be touched
only to be enjoyed but never held
Peace is peace and only that
cannot be seen or ehard
for it could be peace no more
To know but not to know
For peace is an essence
a secret beautiful essence
and the essence is
The skies roared...howled...cried
A message- did it leave
Reminds me of the day when I used to dance in the rain as a little girl, free from all worries
And suddenly today
I feel constrained...
Where is that lil' girl
who used to run aroun' butterflies
stare at stars
dance in the rain...
Gone..are those days?
a ray of 'desire'
Dance in the 'rain'
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Sleepy as ever,Sultan knows what he wants. Good food and Sleep. And sometimes he likes playing with his teddy bear, provided it does not affect his sleep! Lucky guy. I wonder how many people in this world actually know what they want...exactly; and can confidently say- Yes I want this...' I doubt..
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
The severing stroke should fall in one short day
Rather than fitful fever spoil my rest,
Watching each gradual sign of love's decay.
Go forth dear! thou hast much to do on earth;
In life's campaign there waits thee a great part -
Much to be won and conquered of more worth
Than this poor victory of a woman's heart
For me, the light is dimmed, the dream has past -
I seek not gladness, yet may find content
Fulfilling each small duty, reach at last
Some goal of peace before my youth is spent.
But come whatever may, come weal or woe
I love thee, bless thee where so e'er thou go!
-Augusta, Lady Gregory
Monday, September 10, 2007
Sunday, September 9, 2007
So, what's the issue? I mean if you had a female best friend, you would tell her too..She gets too emotional and sobby..says''Oh my God..Finally!''..and then both of you get e m o t i o n a l.
He's your bestest friend and telling him won't be difficult..Uhhhhh
"Uh,What does he do?''
It takes him more than 15 minutes to actually realize that there is a man involved and suddenly he comments
''L o v e???'' ''Oh, cmmon! This is just one of your stupid affairs.''
''HIM? He's fat and ugly. How can you...Ughhh''
You make no remark.You don't to mention the 'fact' that he's no 'Hugh Grant'.
''And he's balding''
Uhhh..Ok, I give it to him..Your friend is not balding! Oops,neither is your 'love'.
He is jealous.He has no idea how to handle it.
He does not love you,never has, and never will. But in every man hidden is the little boy who never wants to share his toys and wants the undivided attention forever.
It's called possessiveness.
It's the nature of the beast.
I knew I had 'hurt' my friend.
I knew this was not how we had planned to spend a sunday.
Friday, September 7, 2007
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Doesn' thrill me at all
So tell me why should it be true
That i get a kick out of you
Some get a kick from cocaine
I'm sure that if
I took one more sniff
That would bore me terifically too
Yet i get a kick out of you
I get a kick every time I see you standing before me
I get a kick though it's patently clear that you
obviously don't adore me
I get no kick in a plane
Flying too high
With some bird in the sky
is my idea of nothing to do
Yet i get a kick out of you
I don't want an answer, just want to put this question out in the void.
I have 'miles to go before I sleep' but have I chosen the path to be.
I wonder if I could stop and shout loudly...'Hey see,it's me'.....(again!)