Love and Time

One upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all of the others, including Love. One day it was announced to the feelings that the island would sink, so all constructed boats and left. Except for Love.Love was te only one who stayed. Love wanted to hold out until the last possible moment.When the island had almost sunk, Love decided to ask for help.Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat. Love said,

“Richness, can you take me with you?”

Richness answered, “No, I can’t. There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat. There is no place here for you.”Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel. “Vanity, please help me!”

“I can’t help you, Love. You are all wet and might damage my boat,” Vanity answered.Sadness was close by so Love asked, “Sadness, let me go with you.”

“Oh . . . Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!”Happiness passed by Love, too, but she was so happy that she did not even hear when Love called her.Suddenly, there was a voice, “Come, Love, I will take you.” It was an elder. So blessed and overjoyed, Love even forgot to ask the elder where they were going. When they arrived at dry land, the elder went her own way. Realizing how much was owed the elder,Love asked Knowledge, another elder, “Who Helped me?”

“It was Time,” Knowledge answered.

“Time?” asked Love. “But why did Time help me?”

Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and answered, “Because only Time is capable of understanding how valuable Love is.”

Taken from the net

Where Are My Tomorrows.

My sweet love,
missing you 
missing you so much 
Reaching out, 
missing you 
missing your touch. 

My sweet darling, 
your sea of sorrows are drowning
drowning me another death. 
Dry your eyes, 
think of life 
think of your tomorrows. 

You were my life, 
you were not just my yesterday 
You were my every breath 
my everyday. 

My soul dies a million deaths 
watching you 
from the heavens above. 
Be brave, 
learn to live again 
for me my sweet love. 

How can pain be so sweet 
yet hurt so much. 
When I reach out 
and can't find you 
can't find your sweet loving touch. 

Shhhh you will always 
dance inside my soul, 
eternity is ours. 
I'm counting the weeks 
days and hours. 
Again you will be mine, 
forever till the end of time. 

My dreams 
my thoughts 
a sweet bitter melody 
All in your sweet 
loving painful memory. 

Dry your tears 
Let me be the one 
Who still takes Away your fears. 
Your sorrows Who gives you back your tomorrows. 
You are mine 
forever mine 

There is no door 
No stairs to you 
To dance in your soul 
Don't try to console me 
Just words 
empty words 
This soul is forever lost 
Gone forever gone... 

Oh my sweet love 
my darling love 
Have faith in the 
Heavens above 
The angels too hear your cries 
Here in paradise. 
Patience my love 
My sweet sweet love. 

I beg you to set me free 
Of this pain and memory 
My heart my soul 
can no long bear 
this desire 
Smouldering smoking fire
Embers n Ashes
Dust to dust

Valentine Quotes…. some people say the funniest of things.

  • Author Unknown
    I don’t understand why Cupid was chosen to represent Valentine’s Day. When I think about romance, the last thing on my mind is a short, chubby toddler coming at me with a weapon.
  • Linus
    I love making friends. It’s people I can’t stand.
  • Barbara Bush
    I married the first man I ever kissed. When I tell my children that, they just about throw up.
  • Dorothy Parker
    I require three things in a man. He must be handsome, ruthless and stupid.
  • Hilaire Belloc
    I’m tired of love; I’m still more tired of rhyme; but money gives me pleasure all the time.
  • Groucho Marx
    Instead of getting married again, I’m going to find a woman I don’t like and give her a house.
  • Pauline Thomason
    Love is blind. Marriage is the eye-opener.
  • Julius Gordon
    Love is not blind; it sees more, not less. But because it sees more, it is willing to see less.
  • Mort Sahl
    The bravest thing that men do is love women
  • John Kenneth Galbraith
    There’s a certain part of the contented majority who love anybody who is worth a billion dollars.


Composed with the help of the net… 😛

Valentines Day

With Valentines day approaching I was thinking if I wanted to do a post on it. It would probably ended up as a rant anyway as I don’t really believe in it and never have done.

I just don’t think you need a special day to show someone you love them. What if that day you feel really awful or have fallen out or simply you don’t feel in a romantic mood or feeling the sentiment?

I’ve heard so many disastrous stories regarding this day and some good ones too. For me Feb 14 is just another day. Personally speaking I think being romantic is appreciating the person you love on a non occasion day. Like gifting them without reason, no birthday or anniversary.

Anyways that’s just me, not romantic at all. I read this story a few days ago and thought this is a special kind of love. Sometimes you just have to dig deeper or look carefully to see it. It’s not great romantic gestures but the little things that matter most.

My husband is an Engineer by profession, I love him for his steady nature, and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders.

Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage, I would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me loving him before, has now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness.

I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feelings, I yearn for the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband, is my complete opposite, his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about love.

One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce.

Why?” he asked, shocked. “I am tired, there are no reasons for everything in the world!” I answered. He kept silent the whole night, seems to be in deep thought with a lighted cigarette at all times. My feeling of disappointment only increased, here was a man who can’t even express his predicament, what else can I hope from him? And finally he asked me:” What can I do to change your mind?”

Somebody said it right, it’s hard to change a person’s personality, and I guess, I have started losing faith in him. Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered : “Here is the question, if you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind, Let’s say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death, will you do it for me?” He said :” I will give you your answer tomorrow….” My hopes just sank by listening to his response.

I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting, underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near the front door, that goes…. My dear, “I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to explain the reasons further..” This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading.

“When you use the computer you always mess up the Software programs, and you cry in front of the screen, I have to save my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs. You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you. You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city, I have to save my eyes to show you the way. You always have the cramps whenever your “good friend” approaches every month, I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy.

You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom. You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails, and help to remove those annoying white hairs. So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand… and tell you the color of flowers, just like the color of the glow on your young face… Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do… I could not pick that flower yet, and die.. ”

My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting… and as I continue on reading… “Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your favorite bread and fresh milk… I rush to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread….

Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone…

That’s life, and love. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace and dullness.

Love shows up in all forms, even very small and cheeky forms, it has never been a model, it could be the most dull and boring form.. . flowers, and romantic moments are only used and appear on the surface of the relationship. Under all this, the pillar of true love stands… and that’s our life… Love, not words win arguments…

Har Kisi Ko Nahin Milta (Jaanbaaz) – Sridevi

This one goes out to all my fellow bloggers but a special dedication to TBAB… it’s siri devi at her best…

Ankhain beeg jati hain

Sumandar main otarta hun to ankhain beeh jati hain
tari ankhun ko parhata hun to ankhain beeg jati hain.

tumhara naam likhne ki ijazat cheen gai jab se
koi lafaz bhi lekhta hun to ankhain beeg jati hain.

tari yaadun ki kushbu kherkyun main raqus karti hai
tare gham man sulgta hun to ankhain beeg jati hain.

main hans k jhail laita hun judai ki sabhi rasmain
galee jab os k lagta hun to ankhain beeg jati hain.

na janee ho giya hun is qadar hassaan main jab se
kisi se baat karta hun to ankhain beeg jati hain.

wo sub guzary huwe lamhaat muj ko yaad ate hain
tumhary khaat jo parhta hub to ankhain beeg jati hain.

main saara din bohat masroof rehta hub magar junhi
qadam chokhat pe rakhta hun to ankhain beeg jati hain.

her eik moflis k mathe pr ilm ki dastaanain hain
koi chehra bhi parhta hun to ankhain beed jati hain,

bary loggon k onchay badnuma or saard muhalun ko
ghareeb ankhun se takta hun to ankhain beeg jati hain.

tare kochay se ab mera taluaq wajbi saa hai
magar jaab bh guzrta hun to ankhain beeg jati hain.

hazarun musamun ki hukmarani hai mere dil pr
main jaab bhi hansta hun to ankhain beeg jati hain,

Himat E Iltija Nahi

Himat E Iltija Nahi Baqi

Zabt Ka Honsla Nahi Baqi

Aik Teri Deed Chin Gai Mujh Se

Warna Duniya Mai Kia Nahi Baqi

Apni Mashak E Sitam Se Hath Na Khinch

Mai Nahi Ya Wafaa Nahi Baqi

Teri Chasham E Alam Nawaz Ki Khair

Dil Mai Koi BHi Gila Nahi Baqi

Ho Chuka Khatum Ehad E Hijar O Visal

Zindagi Mai Aub Maza Nahi Baqi