A Lone Stranger

"Mother"s Day".... (Reproduced below, is a brilliant article, which will stirr your soul, wrench you from within...as it did to me....) He was pruning the plants, sitting in the posh arbour of an international school - the heat & dust didn't seem to affect him. "Ganga Das, Principal Ma'am wants to see you right now". The last two words of the peon, had lots of emphasis on them, as if trying to make it sound like an urgency. He quickly got up, washed & wiped his hands & headed towards the Principal's office. The walk from the garden to the office seemed never ending; his heart was almost jumping out of his chest; he was trying all the permutations & combinations, figuring out as to what had gone wrong, that the Principal wanted to see him urgently. He was a sincere worker; had never shirked from his duties... *Knock knock*..."Madam, you called for me?" "Come inside," an authoritative voice laced with crispness, ma...

God I wish I would have never loved you.. God I wish I would have never felt for you.. For I would have never then fallen from my dreams.. For I would have never then woken up in screams.. I wish you I would have never made you my life.. Maybe then I would have been alive.. Why in the world I felt alone.. Just holding your hand would lead me home.. That place we'd call our dreamland.. Without you all I have in ma empty hands.. God I just wish I could take bak that time.. When u were mine... Just mine...

As days of my life are passing by... The mystery goes stronger, that who am I?? Still a petty wanderer wandering in deep dark woods.. Still fighting to come out of all the woulds and shoulds.. Halfway through is what I think have travelled.. Which makes it halfway more to go by.. I might have been through most of it..  Threz still a lot more to come by.. My mind flashes back to the beautiful past.. Childhood was the best of all perhaps.. I wanna shout & play & fall& rise..  No matter how dirty I look, still that was wise.. Today all I have is to pretend..  Worries here do not seem to end... A notion then slowly creeps to my mind... A notion then slowly creeps to my mind... The missing puzzle piece, will I ever find..?? If that is what it is, leave me alone.. I dont want any message or phone..  Is that what u've written for me O'Lord.. Is that my fate, or blow of your sword.. I can see my pieces scattered all...

Dirt Stained ruined something once so pure It won’t go away, don’t look to close, You might see the scars, whispers lies tear and eat you alive Don’t listen cover your ears Maybe you won’t hear the dirt torn broken crumbled down to be peeled away. Your skin will never be thick enough Curl inward to seek shelter don’t listen to the whispers. Never the same, no one can fix what they can’t see is broken. No one will ever see the lies. No one will ever know the scars that stain me. 

Don't hold to tightly it's to fragile, it cracks It feels so small cradled gentle in the palm of your hand warmed by your touch, You hold it you know I really don't think you do know how much it means You hold something so precious It's a bout to crack at the seams So hold it gently, hold it close. Don't let my heart break. Hold me close Hold me tightly close to you. 

Hate and Love they cut with the same blade is that why they hurt so much? hating someone so much, you love to hate them damn its scary Loving someone so much you hate when the cruelty of life falls on them in anyway till you thrust your body in the way like a shield, turning away it all taking each stab, feeling each blow Everyone full of determination to see you break fall and shatter but you know you can't you won't. . . 

Into my eyes you look but you never see me. . . or maybe that's it you see to much of me, you can't look past my curves or maybe it's the color of my skin that turns you away I never do anything to make you look elsewhere or maybe. . . it's the things I say.

Mila Wo bhi nahi karte, Mila Hum bhi nahi karte Wafa Wo bhi  nahi karte, Wafa Hum bhi nahi karte Unhein Ruswai ka Dukh, Hamein Tanhai ka Darr Gila Wo bhi  nahi karte, Shikwa Hum  bhi  nahi karte Kisi Morr per Takrao ho jata hai aksar Ruka Wo  bhi  nahi karte, Thera Hum  bhi  nahi karte Jab  bhi  dekhte hain Unhein, Sochte hain kuch kahein unse Suna Wo  bhi  nahi karte, Kaha Hum  bhi  nahi karte Lekin! ye  bhi  Sach hai k Mohabbat Unhain  bhi  hai Izhaar Wo  bhi  nahi karte, Kaha Hum  bhi  nahi karte

BETI KA ANOKHA BAYAAN.. Dear Papa.... Beti bankar aayi hu ma-baap ke jivan me, basera hoga kal mera kisi aur ke aangan me, kyu ye reet "RAB" ne banai hogi, kehte hai aaj nahi to kal tu parai hogi, dekhe janam paal-poskar jisne hame bada kiya, aur waqt aaya to unhi hatho ne hame vida kiya, tut ke bikhar jati hai humari zindagi wahi, par phir bhi us bandhan me pyar mile zaruri to nahi, kyu rishta humara itna ajib hota hai, kya bas yahi betiyo ka nasib hota hai ?? . . . Papa Says... Bahut chanchal bahut Khushnuma si hoti hai BETIYA Nazuk sa dil rakhti hai Masoom si hoti hai BETIYA Baat baat par roti hai Nadan si hoti hai BETIYA Rehmat se bharpoor Khuda ki nemat hai BETIYA Ghar mehak uthta hai Jab muskrati hai BETIYA Ajeeb si taklif hoti hai Jab dusre ghar jati hai BETIYA Ghar lagta hai suna suna Kitna rula ke jati hai BETIYA Khushi ki jhalak Babul ki ladli hoti hai BETIYA Ye hum nahi kehte Yeh toh "RAB" kehta ...

An Unlived Life I will not die an unlived life. I will not live in fear of falling or catching fire. I choose to inhabit my days, to allow my living to open me, to make me less afraid, more accessible, to loose my heart until it becomes a wing, a torch, a promise. I choose to risk my significance to live; so that which comes to me as seed goes to the next as blossom and that which comes to me as blossom, goes on as fruit.

Kasam Di Thi Tumne Mujhko,  Juda Karo gae Na Mujhse Khudko,  Jab Mana Tha Tumne Apna,  Toda Phir Mera Kyon Sapna,  Tumko Thi Mujhse Mohabbat,  Kyon Sama Gayi Phir Tum Mein Nafrat,  Yaadein Hain Dil Mein Uthti,  Mujhko Hain Bechain Rakhti,  Tumse Nahi Ab Shikwa,  Nata Ye Mujhse Bikhra,  Aaj Zindagi Ne Roop Hi Badla,  Meri Soch, Adat, Mera Mazaj Hi Badla,  Bas Aaj Ek Baat Kehne Do,  Mohabbat Ko Ab Tanha Rehne Do,  Mohabbat Ko Ab Tanha Rehne Do,  Aaj Ye Baat Kehne Do...

The Awakening Awakening, dawn's chorus  Welcoming,  The day new, untouched Waiting to be filled....  And will we paint a rainbow With all its promise Or dull the canvas Sadly seen?  Each day brings its own colours To be chosen, mixed,  Pigments of joy,  Happy moments,  Smiles and laughter....  And which will you choose?  For 'Life' is choice,  We are all painters In our own way,  All needing to create Something of worth,  Of lasting beauty,  Marking our journey....  Footprints in the sand....  The sky today is azure,  The sun warm and golden A filigree of light and shadow-play Through the gently swaying trees.  I clean my brushes,  Choose my palette Of vibrant, living colours,  And begin to fill Today's blank canvas

Slumbering eyes breathing  deeply; basking sweetly in lingering aromas. Ethereal flavors are mesmerizing memories. When the shadows dance, and the flames are still insistent.  For the music in its echoes, in our hearts, still waits for one  more song. All unease has sifted into vapors of the past. Every footstep forward, as we lay beneath the sands of time; Embracing. In the blue of night,  there are spirits singing; and their  smiles are whispers  on the ceiling.

Savoring the sounds of sweet abandon, calming stares from beaded eyes. Spirits quilted from the flesh of our becoming, and sultry cinnamon trees that still take root, within. My body emerges from the ashes - soul set ablaze by my own hands. I lust for the sticky residue on my fingers; my plea of guilt to arson in my only home. And murky waters call to me, those devils woken and still disarming. My hands are busy mending broken bones, and my heart still finds the tears to bleed. Blessedly, my stares are inward, and my temple ruins are simply dust within a storm. I wander with the rivers, snaking in between dimensions. And my journey touches barren lands. My spirit shivers as my body sways - Writhing to the rhythm of its violence, a tango with the force within me. Wise eyes of infuriating yellow wait for me to once again, emerge. Oh! I am smitten by the wings on which you fly. A deeper sense of devastation; I release new rations, and supplies. When I tou...

The Road Not Taken Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I - I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.

The Victor If you think you are beaten, you are. If you think you dare not, you don't. If you like to win but think you can't, It's almost a cinch you won't. If you think you'll lose, you're lost. For out in the world we find Success begins with a fellow's will. It's all in the state of mind. If you think you are out classed, you are. You've got to think high to rise. You've got to be sure of your-self before You can ever win the prize. Life's battles don't always go To the stronger or faster man. But sooner or later, the man who wins Is the man who thinks he can.

Faces Everyday while traveling to and fro I see so many faces, At definite time, definite intervals, Definite corners, definite places!! So many faces I see- That over –made up face, that one, continuously tensed up And that one, without a trace… of anxiety or fear!! That face always in a hurry, And that cool and slow face Without any worry! That over-confident ‘egoistic’ face And that face with a guilty look, That bespectacled face whose life Must be only in the pages of the book! Innocent faces, quarreling and playing With loads of books, water bags, tiffins and carrying, Tensions only when The exams are nearing… That old face full of nostalgia And those twinkling eyes full of dreams… Stern faces, soft faces, Faces full of powders and creams.. Each face has a different ‘outlook’ Each one has a different ‘aim’, But despite the variation Their destination is the same!! Each must be having the same intentions Of not getting lost in this crowd, th...

Times Goes By Turns The lopped tree in time may grow again, Most naked plants renew both fruit and flower; The sorriest wight may find release of pain, The driest soil suck in some moistening shower; Time goes by turns, and chances change by course, From foul to fair, from better hap to worse. The sea of Fortune doth not ever flow; She draws her favors to the lowest ebb; Her tides have equal times to come and go; Her loom doth weave the fine and coarsest web; No joy so great but runneth to an end, No hap so hard but may in fine amend. Not always fall of leaf, nor ever Spring; Not endless night, yet not eternal day; The saddest birds a season find to sing; The roughest storm a calm may soon allay. Thus, with succeeding turns God tempereth all, That man may hope to rise, yet fear to fall. A chance may win that by mischance was lost; That net that holds no great takes little fish; In some things all, in all things none are crost; Few all they need, but none ha...

Dont Quit When things go wrong, as they sometimes will, When the road you're trudging seems all uphill, When the funds are low and the debts are high, And you want to smile, but you have to sigh, When care is pressing you down a bit, Rest, if you must, but don't you quit. Life is queer with its twists and turns, As every one of us sometimes learns, And many a failure turns about, When he might have won had he stuck it out; Don't give up though the pace seems slow- You may succeed with another blow. Often the goal is nearer than, It seems to a faint and faltering man, Often the struggler has given up, When he might have captured the victor's cup, And he learned too late when the night slipped down, How close he was to the golden crown. Success is failure turned inside out- The silver tint of the clouds of doubt, And you never can tell how close you are, It may be near when it seems so far, So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit- ...

You Can Be Whatever You Want To Be! There is inside you All of the potential To be whatever you want to be;  All of the energy To do whatever you want to do.  Imagine yourself as you would like to be,  Doing what you want to do,  And each day, take one step Towards your dream.  And though at times it may seem too difficult to continue,  Hold on to your dream.  One morning you will awake to find That you are the person you dreamed of,  Doing what you wanted to do,  Simply because you had the courage To believe in your potential And to hold on to your dream.