One Stop Destination

I feel happy that my country is Independent, but am I? I can't even walk through a crowd, With my chin up and head held high. I still fear speaking my heart out Because there are thousands waiting to judge, What is spoken, discuss threadbare, Form opinions and never budge. I dont have the right to wear what I want to, Because I am a girl, a widow, a woman. And if I still do don the attire I like, I become an object available for fun. Gone are the days when I could write, Sonnets and ballads in the name of love. Love here is a banished word, And lovers meet in heaven above. I am but a humble soldier, sailor and an air warrior, Yet it pains my heart to see, As I proudly serve my country without fear, There are many afraid to be as they wish to be. All I wish for my country and countrymen today, Is hope, peace and harmony. May every Indian be truly equal, And from 'I' and 'You' they become 'We'. ...

Time once gone never returns, So just do what your heart yearns.  Live each moment like its last,  Else 'twill become a thing of past.  Love like you'll never love again,  Take a walk or dance in the rain.  Just do what your heart says is right, Even if the brain puts up a fight.  Sing the songs you've wanted to sing, Live your life like a Queen or King.  Some day when you are weary and small, Thoughts will knock and give a call. Memories of moments you have lived and gone, Of times and hours with  that 'Someone'. They will truly make you smile,  You will feel you are worthwhile.  Hope is what that should keep you  going, Live each moment and love  what you are doing...

Sometimes an image alone can bring back memories. Sometimes its a thought. Sometimes an action. No matter what, how do I ever bring you back. Back into my life. Back to me. Would life have been any different? Wish I had a crystal ball to gaze into!! But I am no fortune teller And you are not a fragment of imagination. Time has not paused. Life has moved on. Work has kept me busy And kids have me occupied. But sometimes, A wee little corner of my heart Cries out loud. Just loud enough for me to hear. Thats when I realise There is so much I lack. I lack in my life. I lack in me. Nay sayers think I have it all. Inspite of the downs I have been through. But only I know. How much of a battle each day resembles. Yes, I am at war. At war with myself. To war with with my thoughts. That is why I guess, I ended up being a warrior!