You at the cafeteria...
My eyes have done this a thousand times now:
Wander for a while and trace back to you.
Like a ball set in motion at the rim of a funnel.
I twisted and curled in my bed.
Forget it. You are crazy, I said.
I thought I would be able to tame,
But my heart was not game.
Yet again I was moonstruck.
Could not say if it was good or bad luck.
And when clock struck three,
I thought I must let it free
and stop the insane spree.
I was so fixated that I would not rest.
And went on as long as the joy would last,
Till I got all the words right.
And then when I was finally done,
All I could say was... a-w-e-s-o-m-e!
About this masterpiece from the maestro's son.
Translation thoughts were firmly stuck.And when clock struck three,
So I left the bed,
With the song looping in my head.
This time...The rains did not rain.It was swept off its feet.Not by romance but by force.The clouds budded them finebut it could not bloom.This time...The clouds did not float.It was being shoved around.It was being chasedand could not save its grace.Because,the wind played rogueteasing and rampaging,the clouds and the rain.And when it was all over,darkness loomed...
To laugh often and much;~ inaccurately attributed to Ralph Waldo Emerson
To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children;
To earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends;
To appreciate beauty, to find the best in others;
To leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition;
To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived.
This is to have succeeded.
My eyes see the harbinger of rains,but my heart seems to be drenching,is this love or loss?
As I see the times of our togetherness unfurl before me,I seem to be losing grip of the ground under me,why is this so?
My eyes that brighten as I lean on your shoulders,now look forlorn, looking for you.The flowers that bloom by our path,now look dismayed, waiting for your arrival.
The seed of our juvenile lovenow has grown full-blown, all by itselfAnd, when at the bloom of a new flower,I wonder who has plucked it.
I came by, tracing your footsteps,Now I seem to have lost it and heading nowhere...
I had asked for beautiful times,and someone just blessed me with tears in my eyes.I had asked for the magical rainbows,and someone just blessed my journey with sorrows.
This love is excruciating,it burns me down together with my soul.
What do I call it,
if I still feel the warmth
you bestowed on me, ages ago...,
When I have won
the war waged by
my failing memory,
fate, time, and distance,
the charm of new relationships,
such as marriage and parenthood...?
Be fit for more than the thing you are now doing. Let everyone know that you have a reserve in yourself; that you have more power than you are now using. If you are not too large for the place you occupy, you are too small for it.
- James A. Garfield
Be master of your petty annoyances and conserve your energies for the big, worthwhile things. It isn't the mountain ahead that wears you out - it's the grain of sand in your shoe.
- Robert Service