Success!

" To laugh often and much,
To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children;
To earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends;
To appreciate beauty;
To find the best in others;
To leave the world a bit better,
Whether by a healthy child,
A garden patch
Or a redeemed social condition;
To have played and laughed with enthusiasm and sung with exultation;
To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. . .

This is to have SUCCEEDED! "

- Ralph Waldo Emerson

Her Life - A Reverie

She was tired and was lying on her bed. She was continuously tossing and turning going through her usual uneasy sleep. She wasn’t definitely asleep actually.


Since the time he had left her, this is what sleep had become to her. She was constantly hanging somewhere in between is some painful state of trance. But she never complained. It was just 6 months since the time he left her. She had this dream awaiting of becoming his lady soon. A certain girl she was who was a little shy with others and the only person she would feel comfortable with wasn’t there unfortunately.


He had left her and nothing stopped him from leaving then. Not even her pair of innocent, affectionate, scared – about to water, eyes. He had to leave since he had received a call for help from his first love of his life after all.


He was this handsome man with a very well built strong body. His image of this rough man in a uniform was glued to her eyes and mind ever since. The last few moments she had spent with him was one evening – when he’d come to meet her for one last time at the place they always met; looked at her in the most beautiful manner, came forth and kissed her forehead, looked into her eyes assuring he’ll be back holding her face. This played repeatedly in her mind. She’d left for home and gone to sleep then; assuring herself it’ll all turn out to be a silly dream the next day.


*

Somehow every night the same film played in her mind and every single time it was so real. She could actually feel his rough palms as they caressed her cheeks, his rock solid warm arms, and his body smell when he had hugged her one last time. That firm kiss he had given her, still kept that part of her forehead warm. She felt then how he had torn himself away from her and headed out, leaving her behind with only left over, and lingering warmth. And that warmth returned every night. Every night they came together and became a single picture of him holding her face; that he then tore away taking a little paper from her side of the picture with him.


 *

That night he came again with all his warmth swirling around him. When he tore away this time, she woke up all scared, sweating and shivering. She could feel pounding of a beat in every limb of her body. She wanted him to hold her. Big tears rolled down her cheeks. She clenched his arm with one hand and placed her other hand on his chest and expressed her most desperate wish, “Come Back. Please.” All of a sudden the door opened slowly and he entered. He came near her bed and smiled down at her. Her heart could not comprehend if it was a mere dream or for real. Had months really passed by since he had left? Had she really not slept for all these countless nights? Or was it just a nightmare? Was he really back? She immediately turned on the light and could see he was still there. A tear rolled down her cheek out of relief and she ran and hugged him tight.


“It has ended”, he said, “And I’m back. Now on I’m never leaving you. It’s over.”


She folded herself inside him. This made her now feel the difference of his actually physical presence that she felt now and that she had felt during all those lonely nights. Everything was so real. His body was even warmer, his smell was stronger, his arms were harder and his palms were rougher. Gradually she stopped shivering and shaking and she fell asleep in his arms for the first time in months.


*

Immediately there was a harsh knock on the door and she woke up. It was still night and she got up to the door. He had held her. He asked, “How do you feel now?” She nodded and smiled, “Happy, I am not going to let you leave again ever.” “It has ended my love and I’m back never to leave u again.” he said. She smiled brightly and widely. He laid back and she went to open the door. Her sister stood there filled with high adrenalin, all sweat and tears. She held her wrist and pulled her to the verandah of their home.


A lot of men in uniform she saw. She was left perplexed. She moved a little forward and saw his parents there too. His mother’s face was hidden deep inside his father’s chest. She shook uncontrollably and he tried to contain her in his two wrinkled human hands. Her sister came from behind and hugged her wetting her shoulder. She pulled herself away with a drift and looked at her with questioning eyes. His mother fell on the ground on her knees all of a sudden. She looked down to see him sleeping in his uniform, covered with a white sheet. He looked serene. She kept staring at the picture that was hard to believe. “Di, speak up, say something!” here sister shook her hard shrieking out her harsh words. That woke her up. She could see things clearly now but she couldn’t respond. She didn’t want to be so awake. What kind of sick joke Almighty had made her life to be? She felt dizzy, tired and started shivering again. A terrible mix of too many emotions she was feeling and all of a sudden his voice rang in her head. That infused calmness inside her and she looked at her sister.


“He is back now and promised never to leave me again! Everything has ended. Its over.”


*

She walked back to her room. She lied down on her bed and closed her eyes. She was scared that things might change. As she did this he wrapped his hands around her. She felt complete as a woman. It was all perfect and she then decided never to open her eyes again. And as she breathed in his smell, his warmth and his touch; he engulfed her completely.

Set Sail or Anchor ??

Grabbed in a storm of two minds
It doesn't seem it'll be over soon
An indecisive struggle my boat fights
Riding tides made by the moon
And though the storm will end
Will my boat make it through?


How many more days and how many more nights
Will my boat deal with this typhoon?
Sea water is rough and the gales very strong
My boat is only made of wood
It could sink or sail away
Into the distance forever for good


Grabbed in a battle of two conflicting kinds
And it doesn’t seem it’ll be over soon

Oh what will be my boat’s plight?
Would it set sails against the winds
Or anchor against the sea’s might?
Would my boat stay put
Or would it put up a fight?

A Few Things

There are a few things that bring me home, he said
Your lustrous lips and breakfast in bed

You wake up in the morning and walk away from me
Hastily tying your hair up but bodily esprit

The naked spine carrying the night’s battle scars
So much pleasure is a sin sometimes
So put me behind bars

You pause, you turn your head back to blow me that cute kiss
Such incredible power you have over me, miss

I stroke the sheets and the heat that still lingers
And memories of last night when I caress your fingers

There are few things that bring me home, he said
I become the child again and you bring breakfast in bed!

My four-legged love bugs!!! :)

The most unconditional love that I’ve been encountering these days is with these cute cuddly creatures, the tiny-toy like babies, who jump with tremendous joy and excitement the moment they see me everyday coming at work. Their innocent eyes look at me expectantly for food and hop energetically for some play after munching on their brunch.

Guess its very rightly said, "There is no psychiatrist in the world like a puppy licking your face." :) :) :)

Radha-Krishna's Divine Love!

This is one of my favorite cutest love stories of all times, that I would like to share. It depicts how love can be utterly unconditional. How fully amazing it feels to love someone so innocently expecting nothing at all. Here you go guys, read on:

The Radha-Krishna amour is a love legend of all times. When Lord Krishna left to fight His uncle Kamsa, Radha wept. Krishna told her that her tears were a hindrance for Him to leave on His mission and told her to stop crying. Radha didn’t shed a tear after that day. She longed for her beloved for years and years. The divine love she shared with Krishna was incomparable.

Lord Krishna overthrew and killed Kamsa and went on to Dwarka where He married Rukmini. Krishna is said to have had 16,108 wives. Rukmini continuously kept complaining about him giving some special attention to Radha. She said, “What is the big deal about her. What can she do for you that I can’t?” Rukmini was hopelessly jealous. She complained further that Krishna loved Radha the most though she was distant.

One day, Krishna had a terrible head ache. Rukmini and the other queens rushed about with all kinds of remedies but to no avail. They consulted a vaidhya and he asked the Lord Himself to tell him which drug would cure Krishna. Krishna told that his head ache would stop when the feet of a true bhakt is kept on his forehead! Listening to this, Rukmini and all other queens were aghast! They refused to keep their feet on Krishna’s forehead as it was a great sin! They said, “You are god’s manifestation on Earth and our dearest beloved. How can we dare step on your head? We would do anything for you but that!” Thus, no one volunteered and Lord Krishna continued to be in great pain.

The news reached Radha in Vrindavan and she immediately left everything to rush to her beloved. She immediately kept her feet on Krishna’s forehead to rid her Lord of His head ache.

Seeing this, the people exclaimed that she would go straight to hell for such a grave sin. Radha smilingly said, “What does it matter if I have to go to hell as long as my Lord is relieved of His pain. I would readily go to hell a hundred lifetimes also!”

This act of Radha made all the other queens realize the divine love she had for Lord Krishna. It was so strong that she put her beloved before everything else, even enlightenment. Thus, Radha’s name is uttered even today whenever Krishna is referred to although she wasn’t married to Him.

Really insightful, isn’t it?

A figment of my imagination associated with Him!

It was a very usual way they met. They were naive and natural when they met at the institution. She seemed uninterested to even look at him initially. He was stronger, wiser, wittier, likable and intellectual. Quite close to a perfect charmer!

All cute angels from the heaven had been doing their job, and hence there was very little to be done. His roughness, and yet that gentleness in his eyes and face. A little rough around the edges made him more appealing. His authority was his sex appeal and she secretly loved to succumb to. She expressed and now both knew it, and they played along. Unfortunately they were grown up little kids.

She took pride in herself, in her strength, until the day he swept her off her feet. From not looking at him or in his direction to desperately pussyfooting to check on him. Someone he was whom she began to believe and finally she assumed he was made for her. Everything unplanned yet with accurate degree of perfection by nature. Beautiful it was.

And then nature took its course. Jill came tumbling down. She tumbled deeper into this whirlpool of love. He could understand. Because he was the Jack. She started seeing and believing the greener pastures, wherein actually it was a brown dry one. Jack showed her to see green in it, and she did.

And now she rubs her eyes over and over. But it just doesn’t appear to be green. Her heart now feels sold, but she steals it and places it back in herself. Never to let it slip again.

Now they are missed intensely sometimes, Jack and Jill!

Boycotting Racism!

A poem i came across and jus felt like sharing. It was nominated as the Best Poem of 2006, composed by a 7-year old African kid.

When I born, I black.
When I grow up, I black.
When I go in sun, I black.
When I scared, I black.
When I sick, I black.
And when I die, I still black.

And you White Man,
When u born, you pink.
When u grow up, you white.
When you go in sun, you red.
When you scared, you blue.
When you sick, you green.
And when you Die, you gray...

And you calling me COLORED ???

Cheers to the power of his words despite of the broken English!

Lets all fight Racism in every way!!!