I heard that you..

I heard that you flew with the winds that blew
from the north they said , cold and chilling
but you never called me..I was buried in the snow

I heard that you swam away with waves
giant as mountains and brave as whales
I never had a chance to fly or to swim
Next, time you go..will you take me with you
will you ask me to join ..will you wait for me or no

I heard that you all talked in my absence
I heard that you didn’t utter a word
yet said and implied so many notions
if, you never want me to join
If you never love me anymore
Why should I hope for friendship ?
Why should you keep me as a friend ?

I heard many things from others
I want to hear from you too sometimes
will you call me or want me ?
tell me now ..or let me go

In a dark night

Silence is not expected of you
when in a dark night there two
they never want to speak
not even a word or two
they close off their senses
they don’t need..that’s true
touching the inner desires
fire that burns and brews
the sensations in feelings
those ,,you miss when the kid
lights up the room to view
you turn your to see him stand for loo
the lights you turned off ..to woo
silence is not needed when two got a company to keep
Now..it is time to get some sleep :)

I am not :)

I am not a teacher
I hardly teach or preach
I am just a listener
I am close ..if you want to reach

I see your hidden tears
I sense your fear too
I can not give you guarantee
Since lessons from past are few

All I can do,is genuinely smile at you

How much can you take ?

Reality vs fake , genuine vs copy ..slowly things are losing that inherent quality that is basis of anything. From products to relationship, smiles that never reach your eyes..dies on your lips..laughter that is hollow to hide the roaring anger or depression within…faking it all to live in a theatrical life. The show is always on, you can not say the truth because it will not be accepted.. and you lie..that is a fabrication..twisting and turning..hiding and misleading…How much can we take this fake ? Cosmetics  has changed the natural look to an extent that real skin , eye colors and sight ..hair..everything  doesn’t reflect your origin nor age..we are trying to cheat..people think we are.. what we are not ..but what we show them to be..how many layers will be washed and torn away before the real person is revealed..how deep must we investigate ..we don’t trust anymore..because in a world full of fakes..the real ones are difficult to find..and we have  lost our ability to evaluate/recognize the genuine  heart, intelligent mind and loving soul..

Why we get tricked ?

Always we are warned by elders and now more by internet..information is from all sides..pouring in and it then drowns us. Yes. too much of anything is not good..key word is moderation.
I get tricked easily..because I trust freely..and don’t doubt others intentions..but this is not the only reason..for getting tricked…no. I think, it is about my self control..If I learn to control my eagerness, bluntness, and the urge to experiment..thinking that I am clever..I may not get tricked .. So..who is difficult to trick ?
1. Someone who is cool..
2. Someone who thinks before the leap.
3. Someone who controls inner desires.

Yes..Satan does trick me often and by leading me to belief like a fool..but it is not only Satan’s fault..it is actually my weakness that gets cashed on..but still I find it convenient to blame those who trick me, rather than controlling my own urges.
Never get greedy..for anything in life..never think anything is free of cost to enjoy..we pay a price for everything we use or abuse, we have to be careful in getting amused.

what love means

To love is to share life together

A relationship forever

To walk hand in hand side by side

smiling  eyes filled with pride

one by one,dreams comes true

freshness in mind as morning dews

love creates moments that outlive time

Life pass by, no one realize

it is love that can protect and lead minds to progress

love is for everyone..and everyone for love is best :)

Nag nag ..uhu

Married life is tough. Ask my husband and he will nod and nod and nod. Yes..I am always asking him to do this and that..giving directions is my favorite. It makes me feel in control. I always ask him to turn off the ceiling fan whenever he wants to climb up to get something from the overhead storage space. he avoids my instruction and thinks it is absolutely silly to turn it off.
Last week, he climbed up and whush the fan edge touched his forehead and it was a cut. Blood was oozing , the domestic help were screaming and one of them knocked at my door. I came out and it was messy..quickly tried and stopped the blood. Made him lie down..he wanted to view the cut , got him a mirror and took him to hospital..the doctor stitched and bandaged..got medicines and returned home…all because ..he never listens to me..in this entire time..I kept on praying silently and assuring him nothing bad will happen..everything is under control..it is a slight cut..no worries.
I still worry..what he is up to now ;) men are really like kids..

Counting down

Everything has a price and life on wordpress too. I started to write for one reason , yes to see what I have written gets published. Few read my post and fewer enjoy :) Yet..I love to write ..and re-read what ever and when ever ..rather where ever  I had time to jot down.

I thought, let me check how I stand ..I am and was  low rated ..nothing unusual :) In this immense ocean of words , I am but a ripple with a limited life. Just as I emerge I end. My life ..that is virtual life would end by 2017. All this bla bla and yum yum would disappear ..all my publication !!! well..to begin with I never wrote anything worth a buy..just couple of lines flowing out of my tapping fingers, a smile and of course the images I shared..when I die..what  have I left ..is to know that we will die ..but let us live fully each day we are alive !! Feel it..let it go :) Life has an end..we all know.