Through the sands of my solitude,
O love, tremor the shadows of your voice;
The waning vision of your lips.
In the waste of my solitude
And beneath the dust and ashes of separation,
Blossom the jasmines and roses of your touch.
Rises from somewhere near,
The undulating flame of your breath--
Coiling and restless;
It cinders in its own perfume slowly
Still alight.
In the distance upon the horizon glistens,
drop by leaden drop,
the silken dew of your glance,
O love, as it falls.
With such affection, O love!
Your memory has placed its hand
on the countenance of my heart
now;
It seems that--
And though we are beset with the dawn of parting,
the day of migration has faded,
and the night of our union has arrived!
"Deep within the conscience of my soul lies awake an immortal parody, disconsolate of my surroundings but amorous to my desires. It breathes my will and exhales my life. It shatters my solitude and seeks perfection from my morbid existence. Granting solace, comfort and respite from external prejudice. Victoriously rising to my swansong of forgotten bliss."
To err is human. We often do things, which we consider to be insignificant, but as time flows by we gradually understand the seriousness of our act. We try our best to repent and implore the hands of time to roll back to the moment where we made the blunder. Broken hearts mend with time but trust of True friend lost can never be earned back. We often fail to realize who are True Friends are? What is their true worth? Superficial things cloud our judgments and we fall short in seeing the true gem that lies within.
True friendship consists not in the multitude of friends, but in their worth and value.
When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving much advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a gentle and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.
I lost such a friend due my own idiocy, though we are still in touch I feel that the trust has vanished and we are just hollow bodies. The most basic and powerful way to connect to another person is to listen. Just listen. Perhaps the most important thing we ever give each other is our attention…. A loving silence often has far more power to heal and to connect than the most well-intentioned words.
So I devote this Post to you Rabs and I hope you comprehend how remorseful & repentant I am. The Splendor of our friendship was not your outstretched hand, nor your kindly smile, nor the joy of your companionship; it was the spiritual inspiration that came to me when I discovered that someone else believes in me and is willing to trust me with friendship.
Everyone ought to have a blog or a live journal. They should enter within their essence. When the time comes I suggest they should suitably exchange the blog with any possible, would be spouse. It would be much easier than all those annoying interviews one has to sit through.
You are clad up in your best set of clothes sitting in an unfamiliar surrounding where all the eyes are gawking you. You dare not move as the twitching might make them take more notice. Intense suffocation follows when all of a sudden you are bombarded with queries like “How successful are you?” “What have you accomplished in your life till now” “Where do you see yourself going”. We all have a hard time in briefly summarizing ourselves in a few sentences. It’s hard to explain how we all perceive success differently and not all of us measure it in terms of how much fame and wealth one has accumulated. I consider success has touched all of us but only we alone can sense it.
Exchanging this collection of thoughts & dreams is a better approach for both of them to have a closer look at what the other person is all about and if there is any possibility of sparks flying :)Would be much easier also; instead of all the formalities you would just email the url of your blog and wait for appropriate comments :)
My Dad screamed at the top of his voice as he called the Italians “Cheats”. And as tempers flared over petty things, my mom laughed away in the corner. The World cup Final always seems to bring our household together. There is always a very enthusiastic & vocal crowd at our house and we argue over every whistle. The Final was a high drama affair and there were many points to squabble about.
“There goes Zidane’s Golden Ball.” yelled my brother.
“He thinks he is a Bull and this is bull fight.” added my cousin.
“Italians are cheaters and foul masters” screamed my dad.
“I will go bald if Barthez saves a single penalty” I humbly added.
“Its ONLY a game!! Lets not lose our tempers” my mom’s simple advice.
“In your face FRANCE” screamed my brother as the last penalty went in.
“AAAHHHHHHHHHHHH” the Italians contingents shrieked.
*Sound of vigorous applause and cheering* as Cannavaro lifts the World Cup.
It’s been a great World cup and finally as my mom says “Things will return to normalcy.”
A Married Man is a special breed; he enters into a realm that is very alien to the bachelor psyche.
My Best Friend is getting married in August. I am so happy for him as he has found his perfect soul mate. Soon he also will be component of a happily married couple and initiate to socialize amongst other happily married couples ONLY. In Bachelor lingo he would have MOVED ON.
Deep inside me I sense it’s my first day of school and every one around me is a stranger who I have nothing in common with. I miss my friends who have graduated Bachelorhood High and progressed on to sterner tests that marriage holds.
It sometimes feels very despicable to live a life of a bachelor amongst your married mates. You struggle to maintain your decorum while you beseech for an invitation whenever one wants to spend an evening in company. You don’t blame your friends for deserting you on the contrary you are at fault for not taking that next essential step. You merely admire other people’s children and just yearn for a few of your own.
What burns me more is the fact that I wont be able to attend his big day because of my work commitments.
I wish him the best of luck and success for his impending nuptials. I hope that one day when I tie the knot with my perfect soul mate *sighs* I too would have moved on..
The Rear glass of my car shattered because of the heat. The sound was so loud that I heard it in my office. We all rushed out dreading that maybe its some horrible calamity. The majority of those gathered saw the funnier side of it but I stood dazed. Firstly, I felt annoyed at the damage and secondly the Heat that encircled me was making me extremely uncomfortable. The temperature for the day, according to the weather department, was 45 Degree Celsius (113 Degree Fahrenheit) but it felt like it was 50 plus. The Heat was so intense that it was difficult to open my eyes. All the laborers working had their faces wrapped around with a wet cloth and they could be exempted for working slowly. To work in this heat is a crime on humanity.
As the Skyscrapers in Dubai go up and the city becomes the NEW Tourist Hotspot those who toil hard to make this transition come true are often forgotten. I saw a French Documentary once about the maltreatment of the laborers in the Labor Camps of Dubai, it was very thought provoking. I myself have visited the same site and many other sites like that where the living conditions are appalling. With the western media now starting to take notice and the general public outcry, the Government is starting to take steps to curtail such practices. But the job at hand is very huge and there are very few people who work pro-actively for this cause.
My brother & me went out to these labor camps to distribute some food. On seeing those residing there we felt ashamed that we had brought so little. And all of them had woeful stories and desires of reuniting with the loved ones they left behind. They had come here for a better tomorrow, now all they have are the blissful memories of the past. While returning from the camp it felt good inside that we had done our part to make a little difference to their lives.
It wasn't just the music
It wasn't just the wine
Some other kind of magic
Sending Shivers up my spine
Then I was falling
And I fell for you, and how
Darling, are we in trouble now
They say we're grown up
But we've been searching all this time
I wouldn't own up
Never would admit to flying blind
But in the Darkness
We found each other anyhow
Darling, are we in trouble now
When we'd talk it over
Love was a cry from a distant shore
Then we found each other
And all that we'd been searching for
And I'm done denying
I guess by now you know
I'm through with trying
Can't bring myself to let you go
And of all these feelings
We said we never would allow
Darling, are we in trouble now
Somethings are never meant to be yet we can never stop ourselves..
