Category: human relationship

When I was young

I had a sharp tongue

screamed on top of my lungs

swayed away, strayed and lunged

Quick in mind and words

Survived those days

got away with murder

Not now..no more

I realized one thing for sure

words can be friends

can make enemies to end

I now think and say

each day..a bit no more that I can admit

to have said it almost sweet and right

press lips tight..no fights

Life is better than before

Youth may have gone

smile is set on lips

no more need to bite the tongue tip

Come smile with me

I will happily
each day
each night
Yes..if you start
will smile and send
warmth to feel
that happiness is real 🙂

Come smile to bring
that sound ..a ring
tingling a ling

Last night

Last night you tip toed in my dream and I could feel that you wanted me ?
I was sleeping in my dreams 🙂 It was a dream within a dream , you bought me ice cream. I wanted chocolate but you had blue berry and strawberry whipped with full cream. Still , I ate and smiled , not because the flavors were good..because you didn’t let it melt. Last time you brought me a cake, it was hot was recently baked and had lots of dry fruits and cream…no it was not ice cream cake.. a different idea.when you left and I woke up this morning…you were still sleeping..I think..you were washing the bowls I ate from…or was that cup ?
I was smiling and the morning was great..good to know you never leave me alone..awake or sleeping…hmmmmm
This time bring me a juice…something tangy that I can not refuse…cool and light…fresh and whit..or clear..whatever you bring for me..is always dear.

Truth ?

Do you Like To Be Honest… Honesty is good…but don’t get it mixed up with being true ..it is not really the truth..I feel..honesty means, to be as it is or as you are..not to be something else..for that would make you a fake..there is a difference between faithful and honest.
That is why , we have a favorite sentence, ” No comments ” . it saves from telling a lie.. Or..when asked a tricky question..” write pass ” . it does trigger a lot of ideas in the person’s mind..but he/she didn’t hear from me.
Why do we stop from answering..is simple. Got two ears and one tongue. Hear more and speak less, and always remember use your brains..to understand not only the question..but the consequences it will initiate..maybe a chain reaction.
Gossips..travel fast and get blown up to a mega size too, slowly people hear it often as rumor then they apply the age old saying..where there is smoke there is a fire ..burning..:))
No smoke no fire.. Honesty is the best policy..and speaking less helps to maintain that 🙂

Portrait called life

Pasted on a wall…that is blank..is that a life..always on hang ;)can I loose myself and break free and be myself..the real me..
I think..I should try at least 🙂 To put colors in life as I please.
Change the postures as many as can be..and relax with sizes and prizes that please.
Life is painted and erased with ease , come close and view portrait of life with me..can you see that smile not reaching eyes ..or that tears just blinked off to release…a shooting pain or surging fright..are you in dark ..are you in light.. sketch would be better than paint. waves on face are deeper than lines that erase..how will you dry me..in gloomy rains..tell me once again..

Wait for the yesteryears to relive

Under Repair :)… Broken :)) so we need to repair. But, seldom that is true. I think, heart can break only once, after that it remains broken..if you want to rejoin,,fine lines remain visible. Maybe, someone can come up with a solution, no crease no pain, apply and all those heart breaks disappear :))
Seriously, it is a huge problem, if this kind of failure leads to traumatic experiences in life. My friend had a crush on a girl, she is okay and moved on in her life, poor guy he is still waiting for her ! Sometimes, I wonder if he is okay or not. I mean, the girl obviously left, it is like he is waiting for the breeze to return, the rainfall to become clouds that float, the sun to return the circles ..It has been now 10 years..how long..will he wait..he is lost..totally..and now he has become a dead body moving like a zombie..only he doesn’t kill anyone..but you never know..when he visits us, we are a bit alert..my husband thinks we should never leave him alone, as he may commit suicide!
Why..people love those who will never love them back..we should think..what is our range..but I feel..heart never does understand these economic and social levels..just falls in love….too bad..

Alone but never lonely :)

Alone But Never Lonely… Solitude..a bliss for me. I like myself too much :)) I have lived this way..in a crowd or writing my thoughts..I am at peace with myself. Whenever, others come in my space..I feel the alarm inside my brain

ring..trrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiiinggggggggg!! Oh..people.

I love mostly everyone, who lets me. This is like a summon. I can step back and wait..to give you that much time to think and decide..do you want me ? If you do..then what is in your mind for me..am I your friend..your colleague..your partner..buddy..what am I to you..and then I take it from there. It does happen, that after sometime you may not like me anymore..get tired and bored ..then you must leave..no..I never push you away from me.

I only let my windows open and door is left ajar..you can smell the fragrance outside my personality..You can watch who passes by..my window of life. The door is never locked..anyone can walk in and everyone may walk out..I never stop..Never ….

I learned from life..to be happy with myself..I am not saying that others are not important..no ..no.Others are important..to love and respect. To trust and support..But they are not me…I am the naughty one..who does have a serious side too 🙂
I believe that each one has a role to play..or two.. life has manifold characters display before us..we change and attain those as per need or whim..this way we emerge as a different person each day…

I figure out my ways..I discuss my secrets with my heart and mind as a soul. Yes.. when alone I can not be lonely for I am deep in thought and feeling about those dreams that I had fought and got..and those I lost and forgot…