A little Poetry : 3

For now & For ever : She Believes


She believes miracles
and dreams will come true.
She believes tender moments
and friendship, through and through.
She believes stardust
and moonbeams all aglow.
She believes there are magic
and more there than we know.

She believes that if you cry
your tears are not in vain.

She believes that if you laugh

Your smile starts to spark.

She believes that if you dance
you dance through your heart,
that greater happiness you’ll find
a brand new way to start.

She believes the gifts you have
are there for you to share
and when you give them from thy heart,
the whole world knows who you are.

She believes that comfort comes
from giving a part of us.
And if we share with others,
there's more for all to see, more of us.

She believes that love is still
the greatest gift of all
and when it's given from the heart
the gift is never small.

story time

One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people.

He said, “My son, the battle is between two wolves inside us all.

“One is evil, which is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.”

“The other is good, which is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith.”

The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather: “Which wolf wins?”

The old Cherokee simply replied, “The one you feed.”

A little Poetry : 2

My mistake


I admit I made a mistake
Over stepping some boundaries
which made me look fake.


I always said I would never do the things I did,
and that is the reason it is so hard for you to forgive.


Its been so long,
so many times we said we'd try
only to turn around
and make each other cry


Remember how it was when we first started out,
So much alike, we shared every thought
We fell so fast, maybe fell in love too soon
Made a huge decision that now we cannot undo.


I admit my mistakes but nobody will admit theirs,
I have paid for what I've done
so why is it like this,
we cant even talk.
You can call me liar and can say you don't care
All the while my love for you is still there


I never meant to hurt you,
never wanted to cause you any pain
Since love left me 2 months ago
My life hasn't been the same.


I owe you so much,
I have so much to prove to you,
So I will end this with the hardest thing I'll ever have to do,
Goodbye baby...I will always be in love with you

THE ONE

Village, City and State  is Geography. One, two and three is Mathematics. Love doesn't know or have these stuffs. But it’s everywhere, in its every kind.

HE was stunned as he went on the calling bell and found a dazzling beauty; HE was a play boy with many girlfriends and roamed in the city with 3-4 sim cards; HE learnt English for his Anglo Indian girl; SHE wore saaree for the first time for her lover; HE gave her free cable connection; SHE took a free tuition for his sisters kids; THEY gave missed calls and giggled even when they were in the opposite cabins. Each love story is a kind.

How many parents do we find in our society asking their kids “Show me your girl and let’s get her?” How many guys do we find in our streets following their lady loves not even knowing their names? How many girls do we find in our families who are still silently uttering their first loves name in their prayers? Again, each is a kind. This love is holding together the whole world and also you and me.

Hence, Let this universe be filled with this ever lasting love.  Let the girl who left her guy at the very station they first loved, be happy ever after, Let there be happiness in the life’s of adolescent lovers who where caught in the game of lust, Let there not be rain at the wedding day of lovers who are fighting in the bus stand, Let that lovers who departed with one final kiss in lift never meet in their life, Let the week and the strong become gods at the point of love, Love is celebrated all around the world: As a Romanian philosopher writes

"What can the love in my soul be compared to another wonderful soul which is so far and yet so close of my self?

What can this symbiosis between two souls can be?

What can love be when you feel you cannot sleep at night, that every drop of dew becomes a crystal in your heart, when every breeze of wind has magical meanings?

What can love be when you feel that you want nothing more in this world that to be with the soul you love?

But what can love be in other transcendental realities? What about our souls?

Are our souls a waterfall, a true Niagara or a smile, a flirt of an angel?

But what really happens in that transcendental reality when we feel we are truly in love, that we love so much that it hurts?

What are all these? What are the looks lost in the desert horizons of unfulfilment or those in the eyes that deeply loose each other in the others inside the souls?"

Sorin Cerin

When we talk of love, we search and search for words and finally get lost without words, then comes a silence and love’s beauty lies in that silence. We can find people looking out for their ‘ONE’, their love, their life and their world, so am I. Waiting to love and to be loved.

Okay, so finding love is DEFINITELY something I’d like to do… but to be honest I’m not in a real rush! Right now I am trying to enjoy being single; and find love in myself. I can’t expect others to love me if I can’t love myself. I’m also enjoying the freedom that comes with being single: traveling when and where I want, doing what I like & not having to answer to anyone.

So while my ultimate goal is to find my love, I’m not in a rush, I’m going to love myself in the mean time (oh, and I’ll still love myself after too)^^            

A little Poetry : 1

Lost in love

I don’t know if you’re pushing me away or pulling me closer
I don’t know where I stand
I don’t know what you want from me
Or if you care at all

Your words lash out and hurt
Then lovingly draw me in
I don’t know what you want from me
Do you want this to end

Don’t turn tables
Or place this on me
Just come out and tell me
What it is you want

I can’t read minds 
I don’t know where I stand
Are you pushing me away
Or are you going to finally let me in

Learning to Be Silent- Zen Story

The pupils of the Tendai school used to study meditation before Zen entered Japan. 

Four of them who were intimate friends promised one another to observe seven days of silence.

On the first day all were silent.

Their meditation had begun auspiciously, but when night came and the oil lamps were growing dim one of the pupils could not help exclaiming to a servant: "Fix those lamps."

The second pupils was surprised to hear the first one talk. "We are not supposed to say a word," he remarked.

"You two are stupid. Why did you talk?" asked the third.

"I am the only one who has not talked," concluded the fourth pupil...

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As I read this story a few days ago, I decided to be silent for some time during a day, when my mind becomes too busy with too many thoughts. There was really a slow motion passing from one state of mind to another. Then I found that this is the best way to ‘escape from the world’. Though there are various ways you can experience this silence, but I found the prayer time to be more rejuvenating.


Slowly as days passed, I became keenly aware of the path that outlines this whole process. First my mind was fighting with different thoughts; noise from outside, the day conversations, the disappointments, tomorrows’ possible happenings, etc. it was hard fight for my mind to step aside these thoughts.


When the fight was over, one thing I was able to feel was: emptiness. There was a space for god to enter. Then was thanking him, for the day, for my birth, for the parents, for his blessings and everything that he gave me. Then came the critical part called confession, which my conscience ever dared to make to any, even to myself.


At last, there was happiness in my mind and in my soul; at least I could feel like that.


My experience: Silence and prayer can bring you not only happiness but a lot of self-discovery. 

My friend!

You are my friend…

And my friend you are…..

Intelligent – when u understand my Glance - that i need a Boost
Compassionate – when u tell tender Words: my Easy Warm Roost

Caring- when u please me when I am in World-Weariness
Mature – when u softly turn my  Deep Sadness into Top Happiness

Generous – when u give your Hand when my account of HOPE is Spent
Patient – when u share with me your Precious Time just for a Positive Hint

Modest – when you welcome my Simple Signs of Love
Peaceful – when you send your Peace like a Snow white Dove

Spiritual – when you appreciate my Philosophical Way
Confidant – when you keep up my Secret and u are my Ray

Wise – when you rationalize my Foolishness and my Madness

Sensitive – when you feel my Bliss and my Distress

Sincere – when you tell your opinion without any Mask
Brave – when you melt my Fears as an easy Task

This Complicated World is full of Absurdity
Life is Simple but it is so difficult by its Passive Simplicity
Life Difficulties are attached more and more to Complexity
In spite of all, A REAL FRIEND like u makes my Life Tranquility. 

Girl talk

This is for the guys, who always have a query: y girls talk too much? And never ever listen what the girl is talking.

I recently found, one of my friends is too tetchy about his girl friend and her “non-stop-blah-blah’s”. (Though that girl once told me that she gets irritated by the way my friend responds to her!)

It is customary women talk more than men. Accepted. But we do discern, Men and women are not identical. Scientifically it is not as if a girls talking is allied with her heart beat and if she doesn’t talk she will die!!

I have down pat reading of a study which says “this difference between men and women can be traced back to the womb, where the sex hormone testosterone moulds the developing male brain. The areas responsible for communication, emotion and memory are all pared back the unborn baby boy. The result is that boys - and men - chat less than their female counterparts and struggle to express their emotions to the same extent.”

To do my little seasoning to it:

"Women have an eight-lane superhighway for processing emotion, while men have a small country road,"

I think the testosterone also reduces the size of the section of the brain involved in hearing - allowing men to become "deaf" to the most logical of arguments put forward by their wives, girlfriends or any girl as a matter of fact.

I still remember the conversation I had today with my friend about the company I was planning to join and here it goes

"I Think the company.....Situated.....Salary.......Timings.....
  ......etc....etc.......etc..........What do you think?"

      (Which went for about 15 min’s) and his answers:


"Hmmm....Hmmm...Good!"

It took another battle for me to explain him the way he acted was aggravating. Any girl will get mad at a guy who responds in this fashion. I find many guys doing the similar thing to the girls, acting and replying as if they are listening. But when they talk about bikes, gadgets, gizmos etc...etc... I don’t find them like this. Do these guys do it deliberately towards girls or is it ‘the testosterone’ the real villan?

But what ever the hormones may do or don’t do, I deem that the social conditioning and upbringing can greatly influence a guy or a girls behavior!!

Me

Hai,

This is "My first post on my first blog". That calls for a cheer within me. At last….at last I did it. This blogging thing along with my very own proposal of having “my own blog” has been there with me for Years. Its Show time! And here is my presence among the million other people in the blog world. 

One single word which can rightly tell about me is: Unpredictable.

(My parents call it, Inconsistency. “Parents!!”)

This quality of mine has always been with me. I will live in the present, then suddenly be wistful about yesterday and then, become enthusiastic about tomorrow. If there is something that I would always long for is Freedom.

To carve something about my blog, the very intention of building this blog is to share, discover and for the most part articulate my notion about anything and at times everything that I countenance in the world out there. I strongly deem in words “Be the change”. Hope this blog will convey the change.


Diya