One Stop Destination

Life was like a struggling boat Before you entered my life. You helped me to rise and not just float, While withstanding strife. Whatever I am, good or bad, I owe it all to you, Only for you nowadays I'm glad, And friends like you are few. You've taught this soul to smile a lot And learn to love the ground and plain. Don't leave or go and forget-me-not, 'Coz without you I'll be lonely again. My life was dark before you came, Your smile has made it bright, I was wild, you made me tame, Through your caring light. All your ways which show you care Endears you to my heart. The way you give, the way you share Makes me wish that we don't part.

Words are the best way To tell what the feelings are. Yet, when you want to pen them down They ditch you and go far. However hard you try, They never answer your call. But when you start thinking, They're in the mind, after all!!! Still, once you've finished writing, Surprisingly you'll find, Whatever you have written, Were the ones you had in mind.

Dearest Buddy,    Its time for me to go; go away from your life, go away from you.Its now time for me to move on. I know this action of mine will hurt you terribly and leave you brokenhearted, but believe me, I was left with no other option!!! I'm hating each and every moment of my life at present. Wish you were here!!! But...with you so far off, I had to take this drastic step.    After knowing me very well, I'm sure you also know that I've loved you with all my heart. I still remember the first time you held my hand and said "I love only you sweetheart'. it was the best moment in my life. In fact, the only good thing that has happened in my life so far is your entry. I had been so lonely!!! No true friends, family responsibilities: It was as if I was living for the sake of living. in the corner of my heart I always wished I had someone who could understand me, someone who loved me for what I am. And then...you came along. Like a breath of fresh air, you brou

      My husband had never been the kind to delve into books bearing any resemblance to metaphysics. Neither he believed in gifting me, a bibliophile, a book because for him it was a sheer wastage since I was not only surrounded by books (literally!!!) at my work place, I could order for the ones of my choice. Yet, just before leaving for his one last trip, he gifted me of all the choices in the world, Brian Weiss's Only Love is Real.        Though I took the book with a bemused look on my face, one that had both shock and astonishment, I simply could not comprehend why I was being given this. I took it and after a quick read decided it was one of those metaphysical kinds that do not have relevance. I kept it in my treasure trove without being vocal about my feelings lest I hurt him and wished at the back of my mind that he should have gifted me a Thomas Hardy or Charles Dickens instead (one is never satisfied with what one gets right???).       It was a month after his d