Khamosiyaan....

  It is upon every evening when we go to sleep we find ourselfs looking to the past of today, we question ourselfs in our own actions, words and thoughts pondering where did we come up with them, every man and women has thoughts, feelings, desires, passion, lust, hate and remorse the greed that kills and the hunger that fights to feed itself, in a world corrupt with such things good and bad there must be a equilibrium in the place known as earth, where one might find this? Some say in Religion by the aid of god or by the help of some higher power in questioning him or praying to him for help or aid in the time of need, while i feel its a bit ignorant while a good believer in god and jesus christ myself, one cannot believe they will be there to save you for everything, pick yourself in your time of weakness if you so find yourself alone, remember who you are and pick up the tools or parts you need to keep going, life is a long journey, make good friends, and be w...

Mayonnaise Jar and the Beer When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar--and the beer. A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was. So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was. The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous "yes." The professor then produced two cans of beer from under the table and poured t...

I lost my voice When the heart was closed That surging waves In vain, echoed I lost my voice When the pen felt tired That greedy moss All around, piled I lost my voice When it failed to be heard When days became years And years blurred

Khusbo’n Ki Tarha Meri Har Saans Mein Pyar Apna Basane Ka Waada Karo Rang Jitne Tumhari Mohabbat Ke Hai Mere Dil Mein Sajane Ka Waada Karo Hai Tumhari Wafaon Pe Mujhko Yaqeen Phir Bhi Dil Chata Hai Mere Dil Nasheen Yunhi Meri Tasalli Ki Khatir Zara Mujhko Apna Banane Ka Waada Karo Jab Mohabbat Ka Iqrar Karte Ho Tum Dharkano Mein Naya Rang Bharte Ho Tum Barha Kar Chuke Ho Magar Aaj Phir Mujhko Apna Banane Ka Waada Karo Sirf Lafzon Se Iqraar Hota Nahin Ik Janib Se Hi Pyar Hota Hai Mai Tumhe Yaad Rakhne Ki Khaun Kasam Tum Mujhko Na Bhulne Ka Waada Karo…..............

Dedicated To You soya....... the long-missing piece of my life's curious puzzle, the voice that whispers softly in my dreams, the music that echoes and dances in my mind, the living poem that speaks to my inner soul, the other part of my being that makes me whole. I searched for you everywhere... on lonely windswept beaches in the first light of dawn when solitude screamed loudly in my ears, on crowded city streets in the press of haste and hurry when everyone but me had somewhere else to go, in a church's quietude where love and peace abide and prayer is sometimes answered I sought your face. I searched inside my heart, in the emptiness of oneness, where the meaning of fulfillment was not clearly defined, and the purpose of my life remained a question to be answered, longing only for acceptance and the simple joy of sharing, I tried to find the patience to wait for you forever, though I didn't know your face or the color of your eyes. ...

You are smoke in the absence of flame, wildflower in a tux, whose morning glory face is a contradiction painted with a brush of mushroom stems. No artist, I eat the quill asking it to paint a clearer picture of you inside my head, but instead you hijack my mind and write on it with graffiti fingers that are your lost-boy thoughts. You tell me there are stars on the wall because you put them there in a dream, a reminder that the things we think grow from seeds if we don't destroy them with our weedkiller beliefs which insist on telling us stars belong up there in the sky. I think the stars were framed, you say. I think we all are and the frame is just another cage. You were sad that night, huddled down inside my soul, a little boy with a teddy-skeleton clutched to the illusion of your flat male chest that had grown a woman's breasts, for which I humb...

LOVE, most beautiful natural instinct life has given us, LOVE, mother nature provides the many loves for basic survival, LOVE, the greatest demand and motivation within humans, LOVE, strongest mental force from these instinctive wants. LOVE, the eternal flame of hope human beings wish for, LOVE, the greatest physical feeling enjoyed by humans, LOVE, compassion of affections for the good of mankind, LOVE, romance of humans rewarded by the thirst of sexual love. LOVE, in humans charts our course in our daily lives, LOVE, in man holds his integrity as a human being, LOVE, the pendulum in the philosophy of sanity, LOVE, positive traits within humans, to befriend others in need. LOVE, the innocent children pure in mind as their faces, LOVE, inspiration of man to bring forth new life in humanity, LOVE, sharing to give, to be honest, to have faith, to see God, LOVE, others feelings, to understand, to be trusted, to be thankful. LOVE, the force of humanities, t...