दीदी तुम खुश रहो और पनपे तुम्हारे संसार
यही प्रार्थना करते हो ना तुम बार बार;

परंतु हीनभावना के इतने बड़े शिकार
बहू ले आए लेकिन आज तक ना कर पाए स्वीकार

बेटी का तो दूर ना कर पाए मानवीया व्यवहार
क्या यही पूर्वजों ने दिए थे तुम्हे संस्कार?

Lov-e-cology

Love is elusive and yet we lose when we get it. We look for conditions around us in order to plan a better life for ourselves ,but what we really are doing is complicating the simple things in life. We are restricting ourselves ,constricting our lives by conditioning our minds to choose the aesthetic over the basic. We think we are elevating our standards by being selective and not loving any random person with a basic instinct as found in animals.
There is so much Love wastage we encounter in our daily lives.We dont necessarily give love where we get it from. We get selfish after acquiring love and move on and that imbalances the equation of love. And then we chase the better breed. We think that is refining life ;even the afterlife .
You bleed ,you struggle but you keep groping for what eludes you and shun the obvious the simple truth staring you in the eye . But the simplicity of it all is that Love is harmony, it is peace, it is being in your skin and enjoying the sheer delight of being alive with the other person.


Our
Conversations so liberating .
Passions and emotions deluging.
Speaking our beliefs so strong.
Working side by side all along.

Your words,your actions are all impressioned in my mind,
You opened my eyes to many things,I was blind .

You cared for me even though,all I was a sheer disgrace,
You made me laugh,I yearn to see a smile on your face .

My heart cries and prays for you to come back ,
Your presence to us is like a huge love stack .

I dont know what You mean to me ,
Whatever it is; It is Heavenly.

I have been very fortunate to receive love ,but have been unfortunate too to not return the favour as nicely as received.
I have just started to realise the loves I took for granted and want to start acknowledging it without wasting a minute.

Curly :
Please fight back with the amazing spirit that God has given you and the amazing joy that you spread on people whose lives you touch daily.

When Life turns out to be a Snowflake

You start out as unique with a beautiful design on you ..you think u are natures natural beauty jewel...formed out of a sheer mass of ice... a defined structure out of no structure .... a beauty out of a ball of white fluffy clouds ...and then you proudly start your journey .. the journey which is really a fall ... you think its a joy ride ....you imagine that at the end of it awaits a kingdom ... a palace full of hands waiting to welcome you.... honour you ... your beauty ....your uniqueness ... your distinctiveness....your exclusivity .. to be put on a pedestal that you had envisioned ; nearly promised yourself....and then you start to melt ...you travel till you reach the lowest low ... till you burn away and then exist no more ....your pattern is not a pattern any more ... you are just a drop as mundane as anything ....as boring as nothing.....you melt away and then get absorbed into whatever your fall has descended into ... the earth ... the lake ... if you are lucky enough ....the ocean ....maybe you can become a snowflake again ..this time with an awareness that the uniqueness ...the inimitability ... the rareness is only there ....to go .

Love and Keep the Faith,

Samina

Irreplaceable ?

Hi Bon Jovi ....this one's for the broken hearted .... for Tommy and Gina who never realized they had not even started ..... for having lost something before all your senses could perceive what you had .... ask a couple who can never concieve a child...... ask a repentant sinner what virtue meant ...... ask a crippled what limbs meant .... ask someone who was a one year old child when he lost his mother ..... he was pacified by someone loving or someone unloving ...... his knowledge made him what he is either by books or by the lack of it ..... in all ... his needs were met ..... as he grew up to be a man ... and he grew up fine ... just like all of us ... with the good balancing the bad in him ... but his soul knows what he missed ... it still yearns for it somewhere ... he somehow wants every second of his life to make up for all the seconds of his life that were spent without her and yet he does not know what he wants or what is it that will replace - that he craved once ,twice or many more times and was never met .... he keeps looking in ways for satisfying his soul.... and he knows there is no way to replace what is lost .... and yet he hopes beyond hope to appease his past hunger.

All of us have lost something knowingly and more so unknowingly ..... we crave for the unseen and unfelt ... the need for that which is lost : only recognized at our very subconscious selves....hence what our hopes are and what our hunger is ..... defines not what we want to Be .. it is what we were and what we want back in order to be Complete . It is what nature owes us or what we owe nature , every single one of us . So that we can be one with ourselves,with humanity and reconcile with God .


I think I may have stumbled upon a secret that I can share ..... If we live for all around us ....if we look at the bigger picture and not just focus on ourselves ...yes we do get it back and the hopes turn into a reality and the hunger is satiated in some form or the other.


Just share a smile if that is all you can share :)


Keep The Faith

Break time

sorry to myself ... cause I broke my promise to me .... guess promises are meant to be broken is more the rule for me  ;)

The Ambition

The call is low and far beneath,
The flowers dry up in the wreath,
The happiness is shallow and calls aloud;
To make the sun timid and a lil less proud.

New are the beginnings as shrill as a crow,
Blue bells ringing sharp in the snow,
Tomorrow is shaky and there is no brilliant blue,
Who writes this and must everything be true?

Together the sounds creep and snore,
Many are alone ,tough and gore,
Dark as now and dark as ever,
Fear is swift,now and never.

The shores awash the sins that belong.
The silence can be crisp and strong.
The moors are cold and distant;
Crooked stile creates a slanted bent.

Naked,he comes to the fore.
Every king,he is a whore .
Sell the soul for naught.
What,only this much could be bought?

Your throne is empty as you are dead.
You sleep in a rocky bed.
Killed so many, to be the best.
Left many a child ; fatherless .

Doomed for now till eternity,
Gnawing your giblets in full gritty.
How do you take what you have lost?
No grave or rolling stone, no creeping moss.

Sneer and laughter floweth galore,
I think I know so much more,
Human Hunger can kill,
Morbid Hopes can do worse more.

So think of what we can do
You of me and and me with you

Lost or Found ??

Can you lose something you didnt know existed? Yes...no...maybe...I dont know...can you repeat the question - I have answered it each way, not necessarily in that order. 

 

Finally found, but if you ask my eyes, they appear lost in yours.  I enjoy the feeling of 'losing myself'...when I look upon your eyes I dont see a reflection of myself...rather simply myself...I am there no matter where.  Maybe I was never lost, I was always there, just never close enough to look.  But then again, when I am with you, I AM lost, I dont recognize myself, but I havent changed...i am still me.  It is you - you are root of my confusion.  You are also my solution.  Without you I am just a problem, puzzled and lost; with you I am finally found. 

 

So, maybe we are all just looking to be found...or is it lost?

 

Elephant soup."