Would you?

If I fell and broke to pieces
would you put me back together?

If the rain fell in, with us apart
would you disregard the weather?

If everyone turned their back on me
would you look with open arms?

If the world was sharp and full of thorns
would you promise to do no harm?

If everyone prodded and poked and pushed
would you know to let me be?

and if all of a sudden I was all alone
would you promise to stay with me?

I'm not quite sure...
Are you?

Mere words..

I searched among the card displays,
To see if I could find,
A little something that would say
Just what was on my mind.

However there was not a one,
That captured it just right,
For no one else can understand
Just what I'd like to write.

I even find it difficult
To try to write it down,
For how do I portray to you,
The love that I have known?

I close my eyes and what I see,
Is someone I adore;
A person who is beautiful,
Right down into their soul.

Mere words cannot describe
The many qualities you show,
The love and caring nature that
You share with those who know.

Your kind and gentle temperament,
Your sweet angelic smile,
Your softly spoken sentiments,
That reach across the miles.

Your smile and laugh that sparkle with
The softness of your sighs,
The way your face lights up a room ...
That twinkle in your eye.

The loving gestures through the years,
That quickly come to mind,
For always you've a gentle word
To calm and soothe I find.

I struggle and I search to try
To find some words anew ...
And yet I cannot capture
All the things that make you you.

I shall therefore, be satisfied
That you must simply know,
Just how I feel about you,
For with words I cannot show.

I miss me

I still see her in my dreams sometimes
That picture-perfect vision of yesterday
Her eyes sparkle when she smiles
She's a little girl in a big world and she's completely free
as she runs through the cornfield in her bare feet

This girl, she could sit in the park for hours just to watch the flowers bloom
She knew who she was, didn't need to be anything to anyone
Like a butterfly, she blossomed in the breeze..

She used to dance in the rain at midnight
Now it's all she can do to hide from the storm
She's holding out for that rainbow
So why is it so much harder than it was before?


I miss her hair blowing in the breeze
The way she used to wear her heart of her sleeve
I miss the girl who laughed and lived and loved
That girl who was never afraid to fall
I miss the girl she used to be
I miss me

Without you...

I found a photo of us just yesterday
You were holding me and I was just eight
It's nice to see us together that way
Like a memory that will never fade....

I don't know how I'll walk down the road
Without your hand to hold
I don't know how I'll smile during the day
Without seeing your face
I don't know how to tell a lie from the truth
I don't know how I'll find me
Without you....

Time has a way of taking you by the hand
And forcing you to follow
When all you want to do is look back
To the past
And forget about tomorrow
I hear people say "live for today"
But it's so hard to do when you're haunted by the memories
Of a thousand yesterdays

I don't know how I'll walk down the road
Without your hand to hold
I don't know how I'll smile during the day
Without seeing your face
I don't know how to tell a lie from the truth
I don't know how I'll find me
Without you

It's getting so hard to remember
The little things, like the glimmer in your eyes
The way you used to carry me around..
And the way you told me stories at night
Why do I feel like it's time to surrender?
Letting go, moving on
Seems so hard to do now that I m supposed to be grown...

I don't know how I'll walk down the road
Without your hand to hold
I don't know how I'll smile during the day
Without seeing your face
I don't know how to tell a lie from the truth
I don't know how I'll find me
Without you....

I see you everytime I see
A child walking past me,
A kid on those swings in the garden,
Another learning to ride a bicycle,
Someone leaving for college
In everything around me..

I don't know how I'll walk down the road
Without your hand to hold
I don't know how I'll smile during the day
Without seeing your face
I don't know how to tell a lie from the truth
I don't know how I'll find me
Without you

I never knew how high I could fly
Until I was forced to try
So I'll take out another photograph
Just to remember the life you gave me
And taught me to live
Without you....

Stranger..

In the deep recesses of my mind

I see you

A stranger

still in the abyss



Hoping one day

that we will meet.



The one who takes my thoughts

And fills them with life

Who takes my sorrow

And makes it right



An image,

perhaps a fantasy

A love from another life

I see you so clearly



You must be so

I refuse to settle

I can’t let you go

One day we will meet

And my mind will be at peace

Another Wonder Trip..!!

Ah..!! Finally after all the deliberation and confusion.. I decide to leave for US.. well.. just about 10 hours before I m supposed to take THE FLIGHT.. a flight that hasn't even been booked yet..

But Ah..!! Just as all my other wonder trips.. this one ends up working out for me too..
I finally manage to.. get the visa (well, I got that a day earlier), the tickets.. do all the formalities.. Pack up.. Vacate my room in the hostel here.. and well, even have a dinner.. before leaving... all in a matter of 10 hours..

I even manage to catch up with friends and relatives ( in all the spare time I get at the airport after checking in ).

Ah.. thats me... Would I ever have an actual 'Planned trip' in my life..? Ummm.. havn't planned on that one yet ;)

So.. well.. The flight is kinda cramped up.. ( Wat more u expect.. its economy.. after all..!!) and aah.. long..!! seemed to be very long.. and surprisingly, I'm more tired than excited.. To prove that one, I have over three hours at Chicago ( The Stop where I change flights ) and instead of rushing out as soon as I land.. to make the most of this time.. to explore the place.. I end up just sitting at the airport.. waiting for the next flight.. doing nothing.. Well, that came as a surprise even to me..

Finally, I take the flight to Peoria..one of those low cost ones where you cant even stand up straight.. Well I can.. but most of those Americans couldn't... After all, I realise being short has at least some advantages...if not many...

I land at Peoria and I'm trying yto figure out how to get to the university.. when I get talking to a couple of local Medics, who are going the same way.. and are nice enough to drop me to the exact place where I need to go.. That makes it easy.. I didn't even have to go through the trouble of finding it...

Ah, so, I collect my keys and find nurse who obliges me by accompanying me all the way to my room to show me the way, which I probably would have taken an hour to figure out on my own... the confusing place this is... and as I dump my stuff in my room.. Well, thats a good one... with a nice view.. I realise I'm pretty much the only one on the floor...

But, well, who cares..? I m too tired to think ( Well yes.. Its been almost three nights since I slept ).

Soon after i m done with the shower, I realise I might probably want something to eat. I can't find the meal cards in the envelope left in my name. I also realise I should inform people back home that I'm here ( didn't lose myself somewhere on the way, miss a flight, overslept, lose my passport or get robbed by the cab guy ). I observe I can't charge my phone or laptop coz of the difference in the sockets and the plug points.

I ring up the security and tell them I dont have anything to eat and I need to get in touch with people back home... the resourceful person that I am..!!
They can't figure out a way to handle me and all my problems.. so they somehow manage to find the person I have been in touch all this time, yes thats Chris. And well, she is actually nice enough to drive down all the way to the hospital from her home on a weekened to sort this out ( probably because they told her I had no money and didn't know where to eat and bla bla.. as if it was a big emergency... which she told me only after she saw me ). But anyway, that was sweet of her..

So, she knocks on my door, for God knows how long, before I wake up and let her in. Ah, then she finds the meal tickets for me, right in the same envelope they were supposed to be in.. and in which I has already looked.. Gawd.. I wished I could blend with air.. when she said.. " Ah! there they are.. I put them in there..!!"

Umm.. So, the next day, I actually wake up ( with just the alarm) and get ready ( I actually shower, even put on contact lenses) and get to the assigned place at 7:00 ( in the morning). Did that sound like the 8th wonder in the world..? Yeah, I have been behaving weird on this trip..

There is an orientation till about 7:30.. and guess what.. we are done for the day..!! It doesn't just end here.. I gather that I m "free" for the whole of first week.. no classes, no clinics.. only some half an hour conference.. that I can choose to attend...

So, well, what am I supposed to do..? The answer is .. "READ"...

Ah, know me better, I make friends with one of the M4s here and well, she takes me around the town.. We pick up the prescribed book..( jus for the formality), a calling card to call back home, an adaptor.. and a couple of other things...

I come back to my room and I realise I'm probably the only one in the whole building..!! Not that I care.. It gives me a feeling I have the whole place to myslf ;)

So, Thats my first day in America.. Ah.. ' Alice in the Wonderland..'

While you were sleeping

While you were sleeping,
I sat by your bed.
I watched you
as you smiled through your dreams.

I traced your perfect shell ear,
Touched every curl
On your little head.

I tried to sleep
But the thoughts of you
Drew me back to your room.

I couldn't resist
The magic which tugged
At my heartstrings
And brought me to your side.

I settled on the floor
Once again.
Back against the wall,
Holding your hand in mine.

While you were sleeping
I fell in love with you all over again.

Bahut Khubsoorat magar saanwli si...

Kahin ek masoom, nazuk si ladki
Bahut khobsoorat magar sanwali si
Mujhay apnay khwabon ki banhoon main paa kar
Kabhi neend main muskurati to ho gi..

Usi neend main karwaten badal kar
Sirhanay se takiya girati to ho gi.

Wohi khawab din ki khamoshi main aa kar
Usay man hee man lubhatay to hongay
Kaii saaz seenay ke, khamoshion main
Meri yaad se jhan jhanatay to hongay..

Woh besakhta dheemay dheemay suron main
Meri dhun main kuch gun gunati to ho gi
Mujhay khat likhnay wo bathi to hogi
Mager ungliyan kapkapati to hon gi...
Qalam haath se choot jata jo ho ga
woh qalam phir say uthati to ho gi..

Mera naam apni kitabon pe likh ker
Woh Danton main ungli dabati to ho gi...
Zuban se kabhi uff nikalti to ho gi
Badan dheemay dheemay sulagta to ho ga
Kahiin k kahiin paon partay to hongay
Zameen pe dupatta larakta to ho ga
Kabhi subah ko shaam kehti ho gi
Kabhi raat ko din banati to ho gi...

Kahin ek masoom, nazuk si ladki
Bohat khoobsorat magar sanwali si

Ek waqeya zara sa..

Barson k baad Dekah ek Shakhs Dil-Ruba sa,
Ab Zehn mai nahi hai per Naam tha Bhala sa

Ubroo khinche khinche se, Aankhein Jhuki Jhuki si,
Baatein ruki ruki si, Lehja thaka thaka sa

Alfaaz they k, Jugnoo Awaaz k safar mai,
Ban jaye Jangalon mai jis tarah Rasta sa

Khuwabon mia Khuwab us k, Yaadon mai Yaad uski,
Neendon mai ghull gaya ho, jese k Rat-jaga sa

Pehley b Log aaye kitne hi Zindagi mai,
Wo her tarah se lekin Auron se tha Juda sa

Tewar The Berukhi Ke Andaaz Dosti Ka
Wo Ajnabi Tha Lekin Lagta Tha Aashna Sa

Kuchh Ye Ke Muddaton Se Hum Bhi Nahi The Roye
Kuchh Zeher Men Bujha Tha Ahabaab Ka Dilasa

Phir Yun Hua Ki Sawan Akhon Men Aa Base The
Phir Yun Hua Ke Jaise Dil Bhi Tha Aablaa Sa

Ab Sach Kahen To Yaron Hum Ko Khabar Nahi Thi
Ban Jayega Qayamat Ek Waqeya Zara Sa

Do putle..

Aisa Karna...
Ke Chand Sey Kuch Matti Lana
Us Mein Se Do Putley Banana

Ek Tumharey Jaisa
Ek Merey Jaisa

Un Putlon Ko Phir Tum Tor Dena

Un Se Phir Tum Do Putley Banana
Ek Tumharey Jaisa
Ek Merey Jaisa

Ta Ke

Kuch Kuch Tum Main Hum Reh Jayen,
Kuch Kuch Hum Main Tum Reh Jana

I believe in you....

You breathe
New life begins
You speak
And my world makes sense
That's how it is
When it comes to You

Your mercy has no end
You're more than just a friend
It amazes me
You feel the way you do

I believe in you
And nothing less
I believe in you
Can't help myself
You're all the hope
The reason that I need

I believe in you
Just because
I don't need no one
To prove your love
For all that I have seen
It's easier for me
To believe in you

You are so beautiful
You are the miracle
That dries the tears
Heals a wounded heart
And it's so clear to see
Your hand in everything
You are there for me
There to see me through

Through the fire
And through the rain
I know Your love for me
Will never ever change

I believe in you
And nothing less
I believe in you
Can't help myself
You're all the hope
The reason that I need

I believe in you just because,
I don't need no one
To prove your love
For all that I have seen
It's easier for me to believe in you

Wishful thinking...

Sometimes I wish . . .
I could be a star,
I 'd shine down on you
And brighten up your midnight sky . . .

Sometimes I wish . . .
I could be the moon,
I'd light your way
And guide you through
the night . . .

Sometimes I wish . . .
I could be the wind,
I'd blow my breeze upon you
And cool your warm nights . . .

Sometimes I wish . . .
I could be all these
So that some way, somehow
I could be near you even for a moment . . .

Sometimes I wish . . .
I could be all these
Just for you . . .

The touch of the master's hand

It was battered and scarred,
And the auctioneer thought it
Hardly worth his while
To waste his time on the old violin,
But he held it up with a smile.
"What am I bid, good people", he cried,
"Who starts the bidding for me?"
"One dollar, one dollar, Do I hear two?"
"Two dollars, who makes it three?"

"Three dollars once, three dollars twice,
Going for three". . . but no!
From the room far back a gray-haired man
Came forward and picked up the bow;
Then wiping the dust from the old violin,
And tightening up the strings,
He played a melody, pure and sweet,
As sweet as an angel sings.

The music ceased and the auctioneer
With a voice that was quiet and low,
Said "What now am I bid for this old violin?"
As he held it aloft with its bow.
"One thousand, one thousand, Do I hear two?"
"Two thousand, Who makes it three?"
"Three thousand once, three thousand twice,
Going and gone", said he.

The people cheered, but some of them cried,
"We do not quite understand.
What changed its worth?" Swift came the reply:
"The touch of the Master's hand."
And many a man with life out of tune,
And battered and scarred with sin,
Is auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowd
Much like the old violin.

A "mess of pottage," a glass of wine,
A game and he travels on,
He's going once, and going twice -
He's going - and almost gone!
But the MASTER comes, and the foolish crowd,
Never can quite understand,
The worth of a soul, and the change that's wrought
By the touch of the MASTER'S hand.

I'll paint you a rainbow..!

I'll paint you a rainbow to hang on the wall,
to brighten your heart when the gray shadows fall.
On a canvas of joy outlasting the years,
with a soft brush of sweetness to dry all your tears.
I'll paint you a rainbow with colors of smiles
That glow with sincerity over the miles.
On a palette of words I will tenderly blend
Tones into treasures of sunlight and wind.

I'll paint you a rainbow that reaches so wide,
Your sights and your sorrows will vanish inside,
And deep in the center of each different hue,
A memory fashioned especially for you.
So lift up your eyes, for suspended above,
A rainbow designed by the fingers of love...

I begin..!!

I have hoped, I have planned, I have striven,
To the will I have added the deed;
The best that was in me I've given,
I have prayed, but the gods would not heed.

I have dared and reached only disaster,
I have battled and broken my lance;
I am bruised by a pitiless master
That the weak and the timid call Chance.

I am old, I am bent, I am cheated
Of all that Youth urged me to win;
But name me not with the defeated,
To-morrow again, I begin.

Making life worthwhile

Every soul that touches yours -
Be it the slightest contact -
Get there from some good;
Some little grace; one kindly thought;
One aspiration yet unfelt;
One bit of courage
For the darkening sky;
One gleam of faith
To brave the thickening ills of life;
One glimpse of brighter skies -
To make this life worthwhile
And heaven a surer heritage.

You there?

You are the one that guides me
When I'm lost in the darkness of night
When I'm adrift on a sea of doubt
You are my guiding light

You are the one who hears my voice
When my words are held within
You are the one that calms me
When my world is crashing in

You are the one I talk to
When no one can understand
You are the one that walks with me
You hold my trembling hand

You are the one who sees me
For what I hope to be
You are the one that lifts me up
To more than I can be

Wishing for wings..!!!

Yesterday a butterfly
Came floating gently through the sky.
He soared up through the atmosphere
Then drifted close enough to hear.

I said, "I'd love to fly with you
And sail around the way you do.
It looks like it would be such fun
To fly up toward the summer sun.

But I have not your graceful charm.
I haven't wings, just these two arms.
I've been designed to walk around.
My human feet must touch the ground.

Then magically he spoke to me
and told me what his wish would be.

He said, "What I'd love most to do
Is walk upon God's Earth with you,
To squish its mud between my toes
Or touch my finger to my nose.

I'd love just once to walk around
With human feet to touch the ground,
But I have not two legs that swing,
I haven't arms, just these two wings."

And so we went our separate ways
In wonder and surprise.
For we'd both seen God's precious gifts
Through someone else's eyes.

The Man In The Glass

When you get what you want in your struggle for self
And the world makes you king for a day
Just go to the mirror and look at yourself
And see what that man has to say.

For it isn’t your father, or mother, or wife
Whose judgment upon you must pass
The fellow whose verdict counts most in your life
Is the one staring back from the glass.

He’s the fellow to please – never mind all the rest
For he’s with you, clear to the end
And you’ve passed your most difficult, dangerous test
If the man in the glass is your friend.

You may fool the whole world down the pathway of years
And get pats on the back as you pass
But your final reward will be heartache and tears
If you’ve cheated the man in the glass.

A thing of beauty is a joy forever...

I have remembered beauty in the night,
Against black silences I waked to see
A shower of sunlight over Italy
And green Ravello dreaming on her height;
I have remembered music in the dark,
The clean swift brightness of a fugue of Bach's,
And running water singing on the rocks
When once in English woods I heard a lark.
But all remembered beauty is no more
Than a vague prelude to the thought of you --
You are the rarest soul I ever knew,
Lover of beauty, knightliest and best;
My thoughts seek you as waves that seek the shore,
And when I think of you, I am at rest.

Is this happening with you?

Being a twenty-something ....


It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are many things about yourself that you didn't know and may not like. You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now.

You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren't exactly the greatest people you have ever met, and the people you have lost touch with are some of the most important ones. What you don't recognize is that they are realizing that too, and aren't really cold, catty, mean or insincere, but that they are as confused as you.

You look at wat ur studyin or ur job... and it is not even close to what you thought you would be doing, or maybe you are looking for a job and realizing that you are going to have to start at the bottom and that scares you.

Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and find yourself judging more than usual because suddenly you realize that you have certain boundaries in your life and are constantly adding things to your list of what is acceptable and what isn't. One minute, you are insecure and then the next, secure.

You laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life. You feel alone and scared and confused. Suddenly, change is the enemy and you try and cling on to the past with dear life, but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away, and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward.

You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do such damage to you. Or you lie in bed and wonder why you can't meet anyone decent enough that you want to get to know better. Or maybe you love someone! but love someone else too and cannot figure out why you're doing this because you know that you aren't a bad person. Getting wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic. You go through the same emotions and questions over and over, and talk with your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a decision. You worry about loans, money, the future and making a life for yourself... and while winning the race would be great, right now you are scared just to be a contender!

What you may not realize is that every one reading this relates to it. We are in our best of times and our worst of times, trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out. Send this to your twenty-something friends... maybe it will help someone feel like they aren't alone in their state of confusion...

Its called "Quarter-life Crisis." nothing is constant......except change.

whats life without a few risks? keep playing the game

Hilarious!

HOW TO CATCH A LION

Newton 's Method:

Let, the lion catch you.
For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.
Implies you caught lion.

Einstein Method:

Run in the direction opposite to that of the lion.
Due to higher relative velocity, the lion will also run faster and will get tired soon.
Now you can trap it easily.

Software Engineer Method:

Catch a cat and claim that your testing has proven that its a Lion.
If anyone comes back with issues tell that you will upgrade it to Lion.

Indian Police Method:

Catch any animal and interrogate it & torture it to accept that its a lion .

Karan Johar Method (director):

Send a lioness into the forest.
Our lion and lioness fall in love with each other.
Send another lioness in to the forest, followed by another lion.
First lion loves the first lioness and the second lion loves the 2nd lioness.
But 2nd lioness loves both lions.
Now send another lioness (third) into the forest.
You don't understand right... ok....read it after 15 yrs, then also u wont!

Yash Chopra method (director):

Take the lion to Australia or US.. and kill it in a good scenic location.

Govinda method:

Continuously dance before the lion for 5 or 6 days.

Menaka Gandhi method:

Save the lion from a danger and feed him with some vegetables continuously.

Something really useful...

4 THINGS YOU PROBABLY NEVER KNEW YOUR MOBILE PHONE COULD DO


There are a few things that can be done in times of grave emergencies. Your mobile phone can actually be a life saver or an emergency tool for survival. Check out the things that you can do with it:

FIRST Emergency

The Emergency Number worldwide for Mobile is 112. If you find yourself out of the coverage area of your mobile; network and there is an emergency, dial 112 and the mobile will search any existing network to establish the emergency number for you, and interestingly this number 112 can be dialled even if the keypad is locked.

SECOND Have you locked your keys in the car?

Does your car have remote keyless entry? This may come in handy someday. Good reason to own a cell phone: If you lock your keys in the car and the spare keys are at home, call someone at home on their mobile phone from your cell phone.
Hold your cell phone about a foot from your car door and have the person at your home press the unlock button, holding it near the mobile phone on their end. Your car will unlock. Saves someone from having to
drive your keys to you. Distance is no object. You could be hundreds of miles away, and if you can reach someone who has the other 'remote' for your car, you can unlock the doors (or the trunk).

THIRD Hidden Battery Power

Imagine your mobile battery is very low. To activate, press the keys *3370# Your mobile will restart with this reserve and the instrument will show a 50% increase in battery. This reserve will get charged when you charge your mobile next time.

FOURTH How to disable a STOLEN mobile phone?

To check your Mobile phone's serial number, key in the following digits on your phon! e: * # 0 6 #
A 15 digit code will appear on the screen. This number is unique to your handset. Write it down and keep it somewhere safe. When your phone get stolen, you can phone your service provider and give them this code. They will then be able to block your handset so even if the thief changes the SIM card, your phone will be totally useless. You probably won't get your phone back, but at least you know that whoever stole it can't use/sell it either. If everybody does this, there would be no point in people stealing mobile phones.

This is the kind of information people don't mind receiving, so pass it on to your family and friends

Oh.. the places U'll go..!

You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes.
You can steer yourself any direction you choose.
You're on your own.
And you know what you know.
And YOU are the guy who'll decide where to go.
What more do you want?

Do you deserve me.?

I make mistakes,
I am out of control and
at times hard to handle.
But if you can't handle me at my worst,
then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best!

Who are you?

I miss you when something really good happens, because you are the one I want to share it with.

I miss you when something is troubling me, because you are the one who understands me so well.

I miss you when I laugh and cry because i know that you are the one that makes my laughter grow and my tears disappear.

I miss you all the time, but I miss you most when i lay awake at night and think of all the wonderful times we spent with eachother;for those were some of the best times of my life...!!

Who are you?

Could you be me?

Itna hi

Itna hi yaad rakhna mujhe.
Jaise kisi kitab men
beetey dino k dost ka
khat ik pada hua mile....

Lafz mite mite se hoon
Rang uda uda sahi
Lekin wo ajnabi na ho
Uth kar tere gale lage
Bhoole hue tamam dukh,
Guzre hue tamam sukh
Beetey dino ki sab katha
Tujh se kahe aur ro padey...

Itna hi yaad rakhna mujhe
beetey dino k dost ka
Jaise koi khat hon main
Rakkha hua kitab mein!!!

The little girl..

A woman

should be a feminist during her college days,

be career minded and care oriented,

play the game of hide and seek with her suitor,

dare to stay happily unmarried all her life,

love being a woman,

buy flowers for herself,

feel the wind on her face,

go camping, trekking;

be shy, be bold,

trust men occasionally,

give that second chance to everyone,

be a romantic,

get emotionally hyped over nothing,

and cool down suddenly

go on a diet, yet, eat chocolates and ice creams

get high n stay high on life,

love her man and her reflection,

learn to love herself,

kiss herself good night in the mirror,

get wild, tame her tears,

break rules- lead the dances,

drive her man's car, run his bank account,

manage his business, wear his clothes

yet know

that he's a man and she's the woman

get flattered...

wear latest fashion and wear fine diamonds

for no special reason,

lay down principles in her life,

go out for window shopping all alone

know the way to her heart

never forget the little girl within...

I will smile again..

I will smile again

Though tears flow from these eyes

I will smile again

And trust tomorrow the sun shall rise

Though darkness may enfold me

Though heavy rain can't help but pour

Though shattered, lost and broken

Though heart could barely bear it all

Though tired and weary and confused

Though badly hurt and bruised

I know that I will smile again

And I will smile again!

Yes...I will smile again...

What have you learned?

I've learned

that we don't have to change friends if we understand that friends change.

I've learned

that no matter how good a friend is,

they're going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that.

I've learned

that true friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance.

The same goes for true love.

I've learned

that you can do something in an instant that will give you heartache for life.

I've learned

that it's taking me a long time to become the person I want to be.

I've learned

that you should always leave loved ones with loving words.

It may be the last time you see them.

I've learned

that you can keep going long after you can't.

I've learned

that we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel.

I've learned

that either you control your attitude or it controls you.

I've learned

that regardless of how hot and steamy a relationship is at first,

the passion fades and there had better be something else to take its place.

I've learned

that heroes are the people who do what has to be done when it needs to be done,

regardless of the consequences.

I've learned

that money is a lousy way of keeping score.

I've learned

that my best friend and I can do anything or nothing and have the best time.

I've learned

that sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you're down,

will be the ones to help you get back up.

I've learned

that sometimes when I'm angry I have the right to be angry,

but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel.

I've learned

that just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to

doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.

I've learned

that maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you've had

and what you've learned from them, and less to do with how many years you have lived.

I've learned

that it isn't always enough to be forgiven by others.

Sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself.

I've learned

that no matter how bad your heart is broken, the world doesn't stop for your grief.

I've learned

that our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are,

but we are responsible for who we become.

I've learned

that just because two people argue, it doesn't mean they don't love each other

And just because they don't argue, it doesn't mean they do love each other.

I've learned

that you shouldn't be so eager to find out a secret.

It could change your life forever.

I've learned

that two people can look at the same thing and see something totally different.

I've learned

that your life can be changed in a matter of hours by people who don't even know you.

I've learned

that even when you think you have no more to give,

when a friend cries out to you you will find the strength to help.

I've learned

that credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being.

I've learned

that the people you care about most in life are sometimes taken from you too soon.

A friend..

Each of us has a hidden place somewhere deep within our hearts;
A place where we go to get away, to think things through,to be alone, to be ourselves..
This unique place, where we confront our deepest feelings,
becomes a storehouse of all our hopes, all our needs, all our dreams,
and even our unspoken fears.

It encompasses the essence of who we are and what we want to be.
But now and then, whether by chance or design,
someone discovers a way into that place we thought was ours alone.
And we allow that person to see, to feel and to share;
all the reason, all the uncertainty and all the emotion we've stored in there.
That person adds a new perspective to our hidden realm,
Then quietly settles down in his own corner of our special place,
Where a bit of himself will stay forever
And we call that person............. a friend

Your time..

Your time is limited,

so don't waste it living somebody's else life.

Don't be trapped in dogma-

which is living with the result of other people's thinking.

Don't let the noise of others opinion drown out your own inner voice.

And most importantly,

have the courage to follow your heart and intuition.

They somehow already know what you truly want to become.

Everything else is secondary.

Autumn Leaves..

I was thinking of old friends today
And how many of them have slipped away.
Moved, got married, or stopped calling so much,
Found new friends, got busy, and just lost touch.

It reminded me of falling leaves.
Every autumn the leaves fall from the trees.
Some stay longer than others, but eventually -
Each leaf must fall, I'm told,
Leaving the tree alone to face the cold.

Why is it that in the time of utmost need
The leaves would seek to leave the tree?
And when we need our friends around
We look and they cannot be found?

Of course these friendships come and go
And in the spring new leaves will grow.
But I prefer autumn friends of old
With crackling laughter and colors bold.

It saddens me now I must admit
How somehow, someway, I did forget
Laughing with old friends of mine
During summers when the sun would shine.

And then I thought of you.
That one stubborn leaf that won't let go.
That clings despite the winds that blow.
Fighting ice, and snow, and winter's stings
Hanging on right through till spring.

So I guess that's what you are to me -
The very last leaf to leave the tree.
I know it seems silly, but it's true.
When I see that last leaf...
I think of u.

Shadow on the Wall...

No one tried to notice me,

They acknowledged I was there,

But they didn't really truly see,

They didn't have the time to care.

I was always present,

Like a shadow on the wall,

Always with them,

waiting silently,

For someone I knew to call.

But no one ever did,

I waited there in vain,

Never daring to speak out,

Restricted by my pain.

How I longed to be wanted,

For someone to make space,

So I could slip in next to them,

Have my own special place.

But I knew there never would,

Be a space made just for me,

I was an outcast on the outskirts,

Trying to get in desperately.

The more I tried to fit in,

The more obvious it became,

I wouldn't survive in this world,

Cause I couldn't play their game.

So now ill quietly leave,

Drifting day by day,

Wondering my own land,

Until I finally fade away.

I wont let them pity me,

I wont let them see me fall,

They'll only notice that im gone,

When there's no shadow on the wall.

Friend of yesterday..

When shades of night begin to fall

And the stars light up the sky,

I travel back in time,

Remembering days gone by.

Happy days of childhood

Running free in fields of flowers,

Dens we made to shelter in

To escape the sudden showers.

Such different games we played then,

Too many to recall,

But in those golden years

We were happy with bat and ball.

We really had some good times

When skies were never gray,

I remember you, and all we shared

My dear friend of yesterday.

The woman I am..

The woman I am
Hides deep in me
Beneath the woman I seem to be.

She hides away
From the stranger's eye-
She is not known
To the passers-by.
She goes her way,
The woman I seem,
But the woman I am
Withdraws to dream!

The woman I seem
Goes carelessly
When love goes by
Does not seem to see.
But the woman I am
Knows sudden fear...
And hides more deeply
When love draws near!
For love might look closely
Perhaps...
and see her
beneath
the woman I seem to be!

Ye tumhare gam ke chiraag hain..

Kabhi aah lab pe machal gai,
kabhi ashq aankh se dhal gae…
Ye tumhare gum k charag hain,
kabhi bujh gae kabhi jal gae…

Main kheyaalon khwaabki mehefilen
na bakadr-e-shauk saja saka
Teri ek nazar k sath hee,
mere sabar k raat badal gae…

Ye tumhare gum k charag hain,
kabhi bujh gae kabhi jal gae…

kabhi rang mein, kabhi roop mein
kabhi chaaw mein, kabhi dhoop mein
kahin aaftab-e-nazar hai who,
kabhi mehetaab me dhal gae…

Ye tumhare gum k charag hain,
kabhi bujh gae kabhi jal gae…

Jo faanah hue gum-e-ishq mein,
unhe zindgi ka na gum hua
Jo na apni aag me jal sake
wo parai mein aaj jal gae…

Ye tumhare gum k charag hain,
kabhi bujh gae kabhi jal gae…

Tha unhe bhi meri tarha junoon
to phir unme mujhme ye farq kyu
Main girift-e-gum se na bach saka,
who gudud-e-gum se nikal gae…

Ye tumhare gum k charag hain,
kabhi bujh gae kabhi jal gae…

Kabhi aah lab pe machal gai,
kabhi ashq aankh se dhal gae…

Ye tumhare gum k charag hain,
kabhi bujh gae kabhi jal gae…