The Man in the Dark

You stand in the shadows

The melancholy well covered by the darkness the light brings

The tears locked in the lachrymals, the key thrown away.

Your enormous heart beating in silence

Your enormous heart that once beat so loud and strong

Your enormous heart, no one could see nor feel

Oh those unlucky ones, who couldn’t see the worthy of you

Let them carry their darkness with them,

Let them rejoice the mistakes they made.

In a second a heart breaks, to mend forever it takes.

But let no pain poison your heart

For it is a jewel of the rarest kind.

You and I

Two strangers meet at the Pacific of misery.
The tide is high
The wind too strong
A single soul against the surge is like,
An autumn leaf about to fall.
They make a deal with words unspoken
Mending two hearts scarred and broken
A sail weaved with two souls instead of one
Creating more thrust against the wind of change
Wrestling against the tidal waves of pain
Finally arriving at the shore of peace and happiness
One on the East and the other on the West

We were fated to meet but never destined to be….together.

Wasting Time

You know me, I know you

But we pretend, not to know

So let’s chase our thoughts around the block

Shovel our feelings into a little black box

Scream louder than the voices in our heads

Till we both can agree, that it’s just too late

A Housewife's Daily Chronicle

5.00 a.m.
The alarm starts screaming,
Finally silenced by my hammering
Cursing I drag my feet from Dreamland to Reality
Make a gallon of morning bed tea
Spend the next fifteen minutes at the little one’s bed
Trying to wake him up from his fairy-dreamed slumber
Taking a break every 4 minutes to shout at top of my lungs
To get the two lazy teenagers out of their beds.
It’s the same medicine for the man of the house.
As they brush, wash, comb and dress
I chop, simmer, boil, mix and stir
While being the location navigator
For missing socks, hair pins, ties and shoes.

One by one they leave the house
It's like the Monsoon came to an end....till the afternoon
I let myself fall onto on the porch,
Pour myself a cup of coffee
And sip slowly while the mind makes strategic plans
For the rest of the day
Piled up laundry, cleaning and sweeping                                                                                                       
Lunch : bake, roast, grill, steam, fry
Dinner: Settle for take away
An overdose of favors,
From ironing the next days’ clothes to helping with homework
As the list of chores goes sky rocketing
I switch to Martini Ross.

The clock hands do their Salsa and time flies at light speed
Finally the Sun sets and the day close in.
Time for my one minute meditation,
While taking the night shower
Slowly I crawl into the bed
With every muscle in my body screaming for a good night sleep
Alas, my man has not fallen asleep yet
He looks at me the way he did on our honeymoon
and murmurs in a husky voice
I look at him matter-of-factly
Oh no Honey, not tonight.

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Used,

Played,

Insulted,

Lied to,

Finally thrown away.

And all I did was, love.

The Rose

A dazzling rose in full bloom

With her petals glowing with the warmth of the sun rays

Permeating hundreds of miles with her fragrance

Dancing in the wind enjoying its solitude

Until it’s time for it to be cut from the stem

To be wrapped in polythene,

Sold at the local market

Suffocate to a lonely death………………

Stolen Moments

I lay helplessly on the lonely road, blood gushing out
From where the mugger’s sharp blade left a deep wide hole.
As my life drains second by second
And my spirit leaves the body bit by bit,
Angel of Death appears before me to strike one last bargain.
I need to give him the happiest moments of my life
And in turn he will give me more time on earth
A few seconds from here and a few minutes from there
Can make up a few more hours of my life
Till some stranger finds me and call 911.
The more I give, the more I would receive
But my life will not be the same
With those memories gone, my past altered,
The future, a complete darkness.
But then, what’s the single thing in life that comes risk-free?

As the pool of blood widens, as the pain intensifies
The desire to live grows from every vein, every nerve, every muscle
He is asking for the day when I as a 12-year-old, got my Labrador,
The time that I passed my driving test and my parents gifted me the old volkswagen
The day of my graduation, my first book publication,
The time I spent with the best of my friends
That moment I saw Her for the first time,
Every second we spent together; making love, making war, then making up.
The moment when I proposed to her and she said ‘Yes’
My first son’s birth, his first step, his first tooth, his first word
Then the arrival of the second son and his “first”s.

I barely manage to whisper a No.

The Purpose of Life

The purpose in this life can be more readily understood when you catch your life's vision.

Life’s vision is arrived at through visioning. Visioning is a function of the intuitive mind where you tap into your soul and "see" your future by sitting in the silence of meditation and allowing yourself to dissolve into the beyond of the conscious mind and see your life and how it unfolds for the highest peak of goodness. This gives your life a reference point to determine if you are on-track.

It is said that this vision is the "internal picturing" of your purpose unfolding the reason why you exist. When you create a life plan or blueprint for your life part of the plan must be to vision your life. However my belief is that there is no reason for existence but existence itself is the reason. And this is the purpose of life.

It is quite common for people to question the reason for their existence. However what they do not realize is that Existence does not need a reason, but it is actually the reason for everything else. Everything revolves around existence. As once a good friend of mine said, it is the same as asking "What is the purpose of Life?" The simple answer to that age old question is "To Live." It doesn't get any simpler, or any more complicated than that. For someone to truly understand and practice the best way to live, is something that can take an entire lifetime.
“Living” is not just merely being. People seize to live even when they are still breathing, working, eating and engaging in their usual day-to-day activities. This happens to the majority of us.

“They did everything automatically, oblivious to the magic moment that each day brings with it, never stopping to think about the miracle of life, never understanding that the next minute could be their last on the face of this planet” (Coelho, 2005: The Zahir)

The purpose of life is to live and this means enjoying every second spent, listening to the rain drops outside the window, smelling the roses on the way and even getting pricked by thorns in the meantime and pulling them out and learning how not to get pricked by them in the future. This requires personal development and growth. Without it, it is unlikely you will achieve your own true potential.

“To keep a lamp burning we have to keep putting oil in it” - Mother Teresa

My vision for life is to Live and let live. It is to be remembered when I'm gone from this life for enjoying every day I was blessed with, impacting every person that I had the pleasure of meeting in a positive way, inspiring them to dare to make their work be something that is truly enjoyable and meaningful to them and helping them to understand who they are and how easy it is to become who they'd like to be while helping myself to do the same. I want to be loved - especially by my family - but by as many as possible, and to be able to come to love them as well. I'd like for people to tell tales of the times that we spent together for many years after I'm gone. That will be the true measure of value of my time on this earth, or whether I was just successful at avoiding death for a long time. When I leave this earth, my tombstone shall read “She died while she was alive” (as said in Zahir by Paulo Coelho).

So......What’s your vision for life?

Teenage Love

You smile, your brown eyes twinkling
My mind you have been reading
My heart melts like ice cream at the sight of you
I hear there is space in the galaxy train for two
Let's run away to our paradise
We have eternity till the Sunrise
Walk on clouds, eating pop corn on the way
Bathe in the moonlight chasing our sorrows away
Dance to the songs that angels sing,
As you slowly kiss my strawberry lips.
My bubble pops with the ringing of the bell
And my day dream comes to an abrupt end.
I touch my hair to find some gold glitter
Could it be star dust from our trip to the other sphere?

Liberation

I saw a dead man today
Lying on the pavement
Blood spattered across his face
Invisible to the world while alive
Has now become the center of attraction
With the audience sighing of an untimely death
Cursing of an inhumane act
Admiring a man who had worked hard
To provide bread and butter
To the little ones at home
Is it only me who sees the peace behind the emptiness in his eyes?
The joy of liberation from suffering
But I wonder how many times he would have to return to this material world
Before he can really be free.............