'Coz there's no YOU without HER!!

Everyone has a separate life and all our lives differ from each other. But every life has one common factor..... Family! Families are the most beautiful part of social life and the greatest factor of families is always the woman. The fathers (or the men of the household) may be the bread winners, but the Mother or the daughter or the daughter-in-law is always the beauty of the house.

She makes our mornings beautiful. She wakes us up in the morning, with a cup of tea or coffee. She spends her mornings in the kitchen, burning her hand several times, but she always feeds you the best food she has. If a chapati gets burned and she does not have time to prepare a fresh one, she eats the bad one herself and gives you the tastier ones. In today's scenario, she goes to work, so she can help her husband or her father, by earning for her family. But even when she's away, she calls you ten times a day making short inquiries, if you had lunch, if you were safe, if you needed something in the evening. She comes home and doesn't rest. She goes to the kitchen and starts preparing your dinner. She helps you with your home work. She puts you to bed. She tucks you in and then does some important work she had. Then, she is the mother. She spent 9 months in pregnancy, hours and hours in labor and now, a whole llife in raising you and creating a successful, happy son or daughter.

There is another woman in your life. She played with you when you were little. You were her greatest and favourite toy. She would sometimes hate you coz you got all her old stuff but if you cried, she brought all of it for you herself. She cried when the doctors took you away for check-ups and when you got you injections. She carried you everywhere. She grew up with you. She told you all her secrets and you told her yours. She laughed at you when you made a fool of yourself and she shouted at somene who would hurt you or make fun of you. She always had your back. She gave you the extra pocket money when your parents told you that a certain amount was enough. She fed you when your working parents were away. She will someday or may already have gotten married and you sure will cry. But she will call you every day. She will send you that pocket money she always did. She will always be your sister. She will fight against you when its just you two, but she will fight for you when someon or anyone hurts you. Always!!

Then there will be this llittle girl. She will be born in front of your eyes. You will sure cry when she first smiles at you. You will be the happiest person alive when she holds you hand for that very first time. You will want to be there when she first stands up or when she first walks. Her first day at school will give you as many goosebumps as your own did. You will smile at her silly questions and cry at her smart replies. Her first award will make you really proud. Her growing up will scare you for her. You will be suspicious of every boy she ever talks to. You will want her to wear the clothes you choose but she will convince you to listen to her. You will shout at her a lot, but will  hug her and put her to sleep when she cries. You will never have the guts to say no to her. When she brings her first boyfriend home to meet you, you will want to kill him. You will hate the boy she is about to marry, even if you chose him. You will miss her when she goes away, every little thing she did because she is your daughter. She is the Greatest Treasure you ever owned in your life.

You may not want anything else from your life but God has another gift for you. She was born in a different home. But she left it. She may have loved you before or may be her parents chose you for her. But either way she leaves everyone for you. She comes far away from her father she always looked up to, her mother who was her world, her brother or sister who were always her partners in crime. She now calls your mother her mother, your father her own and your siblings her new friends. She cooks for your family, even if she never entered the kitchen back home. She washes all your clothes, even if she never touched the washing soap because it made her hands rough. She was a princess at her own house, but she chose to be a whole new person for you. She will do anything and everything for you and your family now, because you are her family now. She changed her whole self for you, because she is now your Wife. She has been taught to keep you happy, even if it means that she has to kill some ofher own wishes.

Celebrate today, for you are celebrating her. The HER may be anyone, the Mother, the Sister, the Daughter or the Wife. But she makes your world beautiful. She lives for you and she is herself because you are you. Don't hurt her, don't bind her because Her Freedom, is her Power, Her Beauty!! Happy Women's day to all the Gorgeous Ladies out there and the men that they treasure, because they are life and you are their life...

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Heart Of Gold

I have received a request from a young woman, for a poem called 'Heart Of Gold'. This poem is my bow to all the beautiful women across the Globe. Here it is for you. If you like whatever I write, Follow the blog (use the follow button to your right) and do let me know how you like the poem in the comments below.

Yes I am the Girl, with that Sought after Heart of Gold.

I have that smile that could Light up the Whole World.

Its a treasure I tend to give away for Free, Love is always in letters Bold.

I know that people tend to Lie, but I still trust every word you say.

Your smile will be the beat of my Heart, Your laugh will Brighten up My Day.

But hearts do Break and hopes are Shattered and that does take my joys Away.

I Shop and Spend and that brings me immense joy.

My secret happiness lies in those heels, strappy and High.

I dance at the thought of NEW, my Clothes are my own treasure of Troy.

Nature has a Beauty to me, that no one can Challenge.

History just means different things, one being the Stonehenge.

A day well spent will be in the Park, sitting on that lonely Bench.

I wish I could eat all day, if only I could still stay thin.

I wish I could fall in love, without getting my heart broken.

I dream of beauty, of joy to the world, if only it was there in the tune of the violin.

I enjoy my Flaws and Love the Thought of Love.

For it I'll Risk it all, even a Broken Heart is hard to Let Go of.

The Angels cry when I Shed Tears, Bestowed upon by the Mourning Dove.

But Life goes on and Nothing really ends, even if I don't make it to the Trove.

{photo courtesy- Google.com}

My First Love

Whenever I look at you,

I see your eyes smile at me.

Your face so full of colour,

Makes me fly so free.

We evade all things we need,

for those who say it so.

When I don't see you,

I know my tears do flow.

Love can make you so weak,

Oh! I did not know.

For I have never done,

this love thing before.

I feel your breath

on my shoulder at times.

I sense your touch,

still tingling like chimes.

Love is an Elfin thing,

but it is an elixir to life.

I know that you still not know,

Yours is my soul's cause of strife.

I look at the sky

and yes the stars do shine.

I see them to be your eyes,

peeping so deep into mine.

I Love you so much so,

these words are to say just that.

I see this all white snow,

and in your arms I want to lie down back.

With you life can elude me of

all the treasure it should have had for us.

Thank you for being with me,

so Happy and Joyous thus!

[picture source- Google.com]

My War with the Truth

I am not Labile. Never have been, Never will be. I try really hard to be and fail miserably. I have seen the best of times and I have seen times when my life was filipendulous. So here's a bow to everyone I had and everyone I lost, be it to time, situations or even death!

I miss how my life was 5 years ago. Beautiful, careless and meaningless, but just perfectly Complete. Today I miss many people and the warmth they brought to my life. I respect them all for teaching me lessons and molding me into the person I am today. This is what life is all about. Its about people who carve you out. Just like clothes, our souls and our personalities are custom-made for us, subject to the experiences we've had. At a particular point of time, we may not see that everything that someone else is doing is helpful in creating us in a way we know not is perfect for us. Life always has a plan. We may be recalcitrant but it goes on with that plan. But however stubborn it may be, life still gives us a chance to make mistakes of our own volition. It lets us choose people, lets us go to places, lets us choose between telling a lie or the truth, gives us the option of fighting rather than groveling in solace of our own bed of impressions.

Here's what I think. Life is like public transport and we are all straphangers, sozzled on our own insecurities. What we should be is a gourmand of all things good and bad, for who will know good if there is no bad. The bad is just not appreciated as much as it should be. I am not being philosophical. I hate it too when bad things happen to me. But over time, I have learnt to respect them later. I know now that bad, in fact, does not exist. It is our perception and our readiness to curse things as soon as they happen that makes some things bad, some very bad and hence, the spectrum. Things may be bad now or at a particular point of time but as the years pass by, we hate people, situations or things absolutely gratuitously. In time, we only exacerbate our problems while good loves bad too because it has no identity without it.

So, this is for both my grandfathers who the children of the family are told have become stars of the night sky. This is to my first real English teacher at school, to the principal that made me eat lunch in her office coz my parents complained and to every teacher that influenced me by as much as imparting knowledge and shaping my existence! I thank the botany HOD at college who I fought with over an issue I still don't think I was wrong at. This is for my best friend who is still the best friend to me that he always was and to my childhood friend who is entering the realms of fatherhood (I still think he's too young). This is to the juniors who adored me, the men who hated my attitude and the men who loved it. I am indebted to the friend that taught me everyone was flawed, the so-called friends who taught me to not trust too soon. I am thankful to the people who criticised me, the friends who gave me my prejudices and to the friends who advise me and keep my secrets. I acknowledge the factotum friends who'd never judge me and the beautiful classmates who told me that one day I'll either be a winner or a Loser and we'll still be the same at our personal reunions. And I extend my gratitude to all the people who sojourned in my life and made it what it is today!