The Woman

THis is not written by me but i could not resist including this one here....

And i dedicate this one to MUM

and i dedicate this one to YOU:

When a man was sitting beside a woman after working late one day, a boy came by and said, "why spend so much time beside her??"

And the man answered "son, have you seen all she is capable of??"

"She functions on all kinds of food, she is able to embrace several kids at the same time, gives a hug that can heal anything from a bruised knee to a broken heart, and does all this with only two hands"

The little boy was impressed "just two hands.....impossible! And this is a normal woman?? Too much work for one day....."

"Indeed", said the man. "THat is why she is my favorite."

"She cures herself when sickand can work for 18 hours a day"

The little boy came nearer and touched the woman, "but she is so soft."

"She is soft", said the man, "but she is also strong. You can't imagine what she can endure and overcome."

"Can she think?" the little boy asked.

The man answered "not only she can think, she can reason and negotiate."

The little boy touched the woman's cheek....... "It seems she is leaking....... You have put too many burdens on her"

"She is not leaking..... It's a tear." the man corrected the litle man.

"What's it for??" asked the little boy.

The man said "tears are her way of expressing grief, her doubts, her love, her loneliness, her suffering and her pride"

This made a big impression on the little boy "hey, you are lucky. You know everything. The woman is indeed MARVELLOUS!"

Indeed she is!

Woman has strengths that amazes man. She can handle trouble and carry heavy burdens. 

She holds happiness, love and opinions. 

She smiles when feeling like screaming.

She sings when she feels like crying, cries when she feels happy and laughs when she is afraid.

She fights for what she believes in. 

Stands up against injustice.

She doesn't take "NO" for an answer, when she can see a better solution. 

She gives herself so that her family can thrive. 

Her love is unconditional.

She cries when her kids are victorious.

She is happy when her friends do well. 

She is glad when she hears of a birth or a wedding.

Her heart is broken when a next of a kin or a friend dies.

But then she finds strength to get on with life.

She knows that a kiss and a hug can heal a broken heart.

There is only one thing wrong with her

"SHE FORGETS HER WORTH"

I feared until............................

I feared being alone
until i learned to like myself

I feared failure
until i realized that i only fail when i don't try

I feared people's opinions
until i learned that people would have opinions about me newayz

I feared rejection
until i learned to have faith in myself

I feared pain
until i learned it is necessary for growth

I feared truth
until i saw ugliness in lies

I feared the future
until i realized that life just kept getting better

Wish i could ever hear this from you DAD

TO MY CHILD

Just for this morning, I am going to

smile when I see your face and laugh

when I feel like crying.

Just for this morning, I will let you

choose what you want to wear,

and smile and say how perfect it is.

Just for this morning, I am going to step

over the laundry and pick you up and take you to

the park to play.

Just for this morning, I will leave the

dishes in the sink, and let you teach me how to put

that puzzle of yours together.

Just for this afternoon, I will unplug

the telephone and keep the computer off, and sit with

you in the backyard and blow bubbles.

Just for this afternoon, I will not yell

once, not even a tiny grumble when you scream and

whine for the ice cream truck, and I will buy you one

if he comes by.

Just for this afternoon, I won't worry

about what you are going to be when you grow up, or

second guess every decision I have made where you are

concerned.

Just for this afternoon, I will let you

help me bake cookies, and I won't stand over you

trying to fix them.

Just for this afternoon, I will take us

to McDonald's and buy us both a Happy Meal so you can

have both toys.

Just for this evening, I will hold you in

my arms and tell you a story about how you were

born and how much I love you.

Just for this evening, I will let you

splash in the tub and not get angry.

Just for this evening, I will let you

stay up late while we sit on the porch and count all the stars.

Just for this evening, I will snuggle

beside you for hours, and miss my favourite TV shows.

Just for this evening when I run my

finger through your hair as you pray, I will simply be

grateful that God has given me the greatest gift ever given.

I will think about the mothers and

fathers who are searching for their missing children, the

mothers and fathers who are visiting their children's

graves instead of their bedrooms.. The mothers

and fathers who are in hospital rooms

watching their children suffer senselessly and screaming

inside that little body

And when I kiss you goodnight I will hold

you a little tighter, a little longer. It is then,

that I will thank God for you, and ask him for

nothing, except one more day..............

Hear the MUZZIC, before the song is over

Have you ever
watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened
to the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed
a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun
into the fading night?
You better
slow down.
Don't dance
so fast.
Time is short.
The music
won't last.


Do you run
through each day
On the fly?
When you ask
How are you?
Do you hear the reply?
When the day
is done
Do you lie in
your bed
With the next
hundred chores
Running through
your head?
You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music
won't last.


Ever told
your child,
We'll do
it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see
his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good
friendship die
Cause you
never had time
To call and say,
"Hi"
You'd better
slow down.
Don't dance
so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last .


When you run
so fast
to get somewhere
You miss
half the fun
of getting there.
When you
worry and hurry
through your day,
It is like an unopened gift....
Thrown away.
Life is
not
a race.
Do take
it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.

ThOuGhT

Thinkin about "YOU"
has become
A "vital life saving" process....

The moment I stop the "Think"
It starts to "Sink"

And then your "Thought"
Comes as a "coast guard"

Offering an "Angel's Hand"
And bringing me out of

The "WHIRLPOOL OF SILENCE"


Vikram Malhotra
Wednesday 2:30 AM

THE INCOMPLETE….

She was walking alone…the dry leaves rustled. It was getting dark, as though every step she was taking was towards darkness…more darkness. There was an eerie feeling in the air…exactly what she had felt some five years ago…

…A railway station, lots of people, the hustle-bustle and the descending night…yet there was a sense of security. Dad was by her side, guiding through the way. They were going somewhere for a month. Then… there was a flood of people oozing out of the train…then chaos…voices shouting at a deafening volume…then…as though the flood had carried away Dad. She looked around. She ran. She shouted out. A glimpse of Dad...across the platform.Oh yes! …I’ve found him…and suddenly as though Death had blown its trumpet. The train moved. She was loosing sight…couldn’t see Dad. The train moved on and on and on…it was just not coming to an end! Tears welled up in her eyes. She doesn’t want to loose Dad.

Dad! She cried out.

Dad…but he won’t listen.

DA..D! And this time he turned back…there eyes met…as if it was the last moment…and then Death blew its trumpet harder this time…only to wake her from this freaky dream. The alarm was screeching… It was time to go to school. The dream kept coming back to her again and again at all odd hour’s leaving her with a sense of disgust at her sick imagination. But she never told anyone about the dream. It’s just a dream after all…and it soon got dissolved in her daily routine of schooling and exams.

Life came to a sudden halt when Dad died. Everything was happening too fast. But one thing that had stuck like an empty void in time was the dream…now it haunted her. It was exactly a month back that she had that weird dream. Now that she had realized this it made her feel worse. Was she responsible? She? Daddy’s darling baby. She wanted to cry…Oh daddy…! But time isn’t that giving. The few tears that had welled up in her eyes could never rain down to wash away that pain. They stayed there…forever…not letting the wounds heal…

She grew older than her age. The innocence lost somewhere in the midst of the harsh realities and …her dreams. Dreams…which foretold everything. From friends to family…hard times and success. Trust, betrayal. Taste of failure, pain illness, disease, death…everything…

But no one believed! ‘You have started reading a lot of novels’ they told her…and she remained silent…

Gift or a curse? She could never decide. It was like drinking from the CUP…THE CHALICE…Painful, yet a unique gift from God himself. The gift of dreams. But the clock ticked life away…and she knew it. Life-in-death.

All of a sudden immense light blinded her…and as she lay in a pool of blood she realized she had been hit by a car. She was still alone…The dry leaves rustle no more…everything was still…No air…No life…Only she and her last few breaths caught Life-in-death…A faint smile crept up her dying face…She always knew this was to be her fate…Her dream had told her this a long back. Gift or a curse? She still can’t decide. No one will come to her rescue .She knew it. Today is the day!

I have to go …she thought. Death came slowly…She lay there as if her own life had hit her…in flash backs.

Childhood flew right in front of hr eyes…friends, family, good times, bad times, dreams…and Dad!

‘Dad?’ A pained smile drew across her dying face once again. She felt him…very near to her. She saw him…he was there…Arms wide open…ready to hug her …the same way he use to do when he was alive. Now I am secure…she thought. She smiled…almost laughed…and for the first time her dead eyes were alive…and for the first time a tear rolled down from her eyes…finally unleashing everything…

Dead desires, pains, killed emotions, innocent smiles and …her soul!

The body was recovered and the police is still trying to solve this mystery of the hit and run case in a NO VEHICLE ZONE. But they will never find…she even knew this. Number of odd things like a broken pen supposed to be gifted by Dad, a small pencil, a broken key ring, cards, dry flowers ,leaves, a wrist watch with no straps and dials and a lot more was found when her belongings were being taken care of at home. Amongst all these were her dairies…her only possessions which her family thought to be a mirror to her life.

Her dairies were read. She had mentioned all her dreams…there meanings and there connections with the incidents happening around her every day. But still no one could ever know her completely. Even her dairies couldn’t reveal her mysterious side for she never completed her sentences. Half a sentence and then the dots…

It is said that she was an ordinary girl with an extra ordinary gift…the gift of dreams. A girl who lived to die daily…and died to finally live freely.

Apart from her incomplete life, all she left in her dairy was this piece which was written a few hours before she died.



I lived and I died everyday as I saw what the future holds,

I locked it all in my heart under the weak emotional bolts…

I will die, to live a life which can never be told,

Yet you will find an incomplete ‘ME’ in this dairy’s every fold…

As I came, so shall I go…

Unravished by human understanding and power,

And all you will see shining up there will be PENTACLE…The star……!

Lost ma childhood!!!

Sadness and Darkness are now synonymous........
And i spend my time sleeping
In d dark
As d light is nowhere.
Since happiness iz lost somwhere.
Somewhere........
where i lost my childhood !!!