I hate it when people complain…
Never happy about anything…
Life is always a pain…
They have that look
on their face…
It’s constant I tell you…
Not just a phase…
Mornings are bad…
Evenings sad…
Makes you wonder…
Really…
Doesn’t it
drive them mad?
I love life…
Through good times and bad…
Frowns don’t last…u know…
When I think of the happiness…
I’ve had…
Every cloud has a silver lining…
Every fall should make u stronger…
Take a look around you…
People care about you…
You will realize…u can’t be sad much
longer.
Think of it this way…
I care that’s why I’m telling u this…
You have to listen to what I say…
Just want to see you happy each day…
Take each day as it comes…
If today makes you happy…
You’ll look forward to tomorrow…
I know I am right…just look…
Wait…watch and see!!
You know what I mean?
If...
“I got this as a forward remembering 9/11…loved it which is why I have it here in my blog ”
If I knew it would be the last time
That I'd see you fall asleep,
I would tuck you in more tightly
And pray the Lord, your soul to keep.
If I knew it would be the last time
That I see you walk out the door,
I would give you a hug and kiss
And call you back for one more.
If I knew it would be the last time
I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise,
I would videotape each action and word,
So I could play them back day after day.
If I knew it would be the last time,
I could spare an extra minute
To stop and say, "I love you,"
Instead of assuming you would KNOW I do.
If I knew it would be the last time
I would be there to share your day,
Well I'm sure you'll have so many more,
So I can let just this one slip away.
For surely there's always tomorrow
To make up for an oversight,
And we always get a second chance
To make everything just right
There will always be another day
To say, "I love you,"
And certainly there's another chance
To say our "Anything I can do?"
But just in case I might be wrong,
And today is all I get,
I'd like to say how much I love you
And I hope we never forget.
Tomorrow is not promised to anyone,
Young or old alike,
And today may be the last chance
You get to hold your loved one tight.
So if you're waiting for tomorrow,
Why not do it today?
For if tomorrow never comes,
You’ll surely regret the day,
That you didn't take that extra time
For a smile, a hug, or a kiss
And you were too busy to grant someone,
What turned out to be their one last wish.
So hold your loved ones close today,
And whisper in their ear,
Tell them how much you love them
And that you'll always hold them dear
Take time to say, "I'm sorry,"
"Please forgive me," "Thank you," or "It's okay."
And if tomorrow never comes,
You’ll have no regrets about today.
The Rains
Neither...
It’s the rains that…
Make my heart sing...
You wove dreams for me...
Of rains...and Luvvv...
Passionate...wild...
You lit a fire within me...
Rains...and you...
Will always be synonymous...
But our luv so true...
Will remain anonymous...
Forever true...
Forever you...
Winter or spring?
Neither...
It’s the rains that…
Make my heart sing...
Suchi :-)
Her name means just that…
Pure smile…
She listens…She Cries…
She even scolds me…
Once in a while…
I miss her now that…
She is away…
For her happiness…
Her joy…Her well-being…
Night and Day
I pray…
I long to be with her…
To sit through hours…
Of long conversations…
With her…
I wait…I watch…
As time flies by…
I know…
I have to bide my time
With patience…
Suchi…(U know)…
U’re not just my best friend…
U are my inspiration
My most precious…
Possession…
Quote of the day
What you leave behind is not what is engraved in stone monuments, but what is woven into the lives of others.
- Pericles. Athenian statesman and politician, 495-425ac
"Mamma"
“One look from papa...
One spanking from granma…
One scolding from granpa...
And that familiar wail...
Mamma...
Toys strewn all over...
Running helter skelter...
For cover...
When he's caught...
His lil’ face with fear fraught...
And he yells again...
Mamma...
Strokes of his crayons…
Writing A B C…
Smile on his face…
And a Star…
In his copy…
And he shouts in glee
Mamma…
Cute...sweet...adorable...
Precious...huggable...kissable...
Giggles...laughter...
Stories of here ever after...
He sighs...
Sleep in his eyes...
I hear it…again…
As he whispers softly…
Mamma…”
Loneliness
The sound of birds chirping…
The gentle breeze blowing…
That longing…
For you…
Loneliness is a curse…
People say…
But in seclusion…
My heart is kinder to u…
I forget your faults…
I forget the pain…
Memories that flood my mind…
Are happy and true…
The car alarm goes off…
The sound of footsteps…
I come back to reality…
I am not alone…
The pain…
The hurt…
It’s all back in me…
Reality hurts…
Loneliness is my shelter…
Do I want to be back in the real world?
No…I think never…
A walk down that old familiar lane
A walk down that old familiar lane...
Revisiting pain...
Never thought I’d live through it again...
Left with empty words...happy and aching memories
Time seems to stand still...
No one left to luv...to please...
Remembering lines from a song...
We once danced to…
Your smile as u whispered…
I luv u…
Tears...now...fears...
Of facing a world without u…
Too late...to change what could have been…
Should have been...
Left alone to face a fate...
I’d never seen...
Nuthin’...eases this pain...
I’ll survive I know...
Yet again...
Just another walk down that old familiar lane...
Can I write?
I long wondered…
I tried…
But hated what I wrote!
Kept telling myself…
Don’t think and write…
Just let the words flow…
From your heart…
And…
One day out of the blue…
The words just seem…
To gush out…
Like I’d woken up from…
Deep sleep…
It may not be perfect…
What I write…
But it’s true…
It’s my life…
My thoughts…
My Joy…
My strife…
About writing….
The second time I remember more distinctly. I subscribed to this children’s magazine called “Target” (…and I still have two years collection of the same magazine!)…Well, every year they came out with a diary and for two years I wrote an account of my day-to-day experiences. It was fun and quite a trend back then…amongst my friends. Similarly, there were “slam books”…what a rage they were in school!!! They were a measure of your popularity. The more entries the better! Similar to getting comments in your blog!
What I loved most was writing about the places I got to visit with my parents. I didn’t know the term “travelogues” at the time but now I realize that’s what they were. I never wrote poetry or even simple rhymes except for some funny lines about my friends. A lot of what I wrote was humorous and meant for others. Mostly written in birthday cards and for special occasions.
When I showed my recent attempts at writing to special friends and family…hmmm…with a lot of hesitation and doubts of course, they were very encouraging and that motivated me to start this blog. Well…I’m not saying all comments were positive…but criticism is good when it’s from people who mean well and when it helps me improve.
I was told to write some prose…even get back to maintaining a journal. I feel it’s all about being in the mood…the right frame of mind to write but yes, time-to-time when I have an experience to share I will share it…what better place to do it than here!