To summarize my morning today:

Early morning blues,
Sunlight’s pretty hues.

Tea in a cup,
Wondering what’s up.

My baby smiling,
My heart hi-fiving.

Shruti sleeping,
Me baby keeping.

Loved the movie, and the poem even more so:

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

Sometimes I feel the need,
to forget all and pay no heed.
To stop myself from being me,
and working towards falling free.

There are times when I want,
to see the world with my head slant.
The idea isn’t really something new,
I just want a different point of view.

A walk in the rain,
yanking a friend’s chain,
are things that have no measures,
after all, they are life’s simple pleasures.

Conversations with a friend,
thinking about a good book after the end,
are things that have no closures,
after all, they are but life’s simple pleasures.

A smile on the face of a child,
affections shown through kisses mild,
are things that have no measures,
after all, they are life’s simple pleasures.

I walk the street,
hoping to get to work.
Little did I know I would meet,
rain on the road at a fork.

I suddenly crave for coffee,
and a loving warm hug.
The rain has an effect on me,
and I go out to grab myself a mug.

Getting wet to the bone,
suddenly it dawns on me.
No one should be alone,
someone to hold your hand there should be.

Feels good walking in the rain,
the smell of wet earth exhilarating my senses.
Helps me drive away the pain,
and frees me from all pretences.

Everyone should walk once in the rain,
it really is a beautiful excercise.
Walk not alone and in vain,
its all about love, to be precise.

It is a bond they share,
which keeps them going.
It tells them you are there,
without them even knowing.

Its about putting out a hand,
whenever you think they might fall.
Its about being that supporting shoulder,
when they think they’ve lost it all.

It helps them get through the day,
telling them your always around.
And it is upto you to say,
that they bring you joys abound.

Friendship cannot be defined,
by simple words as these.
And it should never be undermined,
as it sets your life at ease.

One advice I have to offer,
be a friend good and true.
For you never know what you might proffer,
by simple being you!

Why do we fear,
never having attempted the unattempted?
And as the time comes near,
why, to run away are we tempted?

I think it is the fear of failure,
or the disheartening feeling of rejection,
which leads us to apply prevention before cure,
because all that concerns us is our protection.

But I think we need a change of outlook,
because there really is nothing to fear.
Instead of doing everything by the book,
do by the ideals you in your heart hold dear!

One day we shall wake up,
and see that all that glitters is not gold.
And we won’t have the time to make up,
for all the mistakes that went untold.

So be brave and follow your heart,
and don’t just let things be.
Forget your fears and be smart,
won’t you agree with me?

Love evolves, you say,
right you are, I pray.
Not instantaneous, you say,
I beg to differ, by night and day.

It takes but a moment,
to fall for someone potent.
It takes but a lifetime,
to figure out love’s reason and rhyme.

I know we’ve never met,
but one thing in stone is set:
The day we meet I promise you this,
fresh orchids and a loving kiss.

You ask, 13 years will I stick around?
I don’t worry since I have you found.
You say that you come with no gaurantee,
that never did bother me.

Everyday I mutter to you sweet nothings,
sweet nothings that give my love wings.
Never before have I felt this way,
or have had my heart go a’sway.

They say its not about loving the perfect person,
its about loving the imperfect person perfectly.
I agree wholeheartedly, because you are the one,
I brand you that imperfect person affectionately.

This was sent to me by my Grandfather. Nice poem about how things were in the good old days.

Down Memory Lane -50 Years Ago
This little poem tells it pretty much like it was 50Â years ago…

A little house with two bedrooms and one car on the street,
A mower that you had to push, to make the grass look ‘neat.’
In the kitchen on the wall, we only had one phone,
And no need for recording things – someone was always home.

We only had a living room, where we would congregate,
Unless it was at meal time, in the kitchen where we ate.
We had no need for family rooms or extra rooms to dine,
When meeting as a family, those two rooms would work out fine.

We only had one TV set and channels – maybe two,
But always there was one of them, with something worth the view.
For snacks we had potato chips, that tasted like a chip,
And if you wanted flavor, you made Lipton’s onion dip.

Store bought snacks were rare, because my mother liked to cook,
And nothing can compare to snacks in Betty Crocker’s ® book.
The snacks were even healthy – with the best ingredients,
There was no label, with a hundred things that made no sense.

Sometimes we would separate, to do things on our own,
But we knew where the others were, without our own cell phone.
Then there was the movies, with your favorite movie star,
And nothing can compare to watching, movies in your car.

Then there were the picnics, at the peak of summer season,
Pack a lunch and find some trees – and never need a reason.
Get a baseball game together, with the friends you know,
Have real action playing ball – and no game video.

Remember when the doctor used to be the family friend,
And didn’t need insurance – or a lawyer to defend.
The way that he took care of you, or what he had to do,..
Because he took an oath, and strived to do the best for you.

Remember going to the store – and shopping casually,
And when you went to pay for it, you used your own money?
Nothing that you had to swipe or – punch in some amount,
Remember when the cashier person, had to really count?

Remember when we breathed the air, it smelled so fresh and clean,
And chemicals were not used on the grass, to keep it green.
The milkman and the bread man used to go from door to door,
And it was just a few cents more, than going to the store.

There was a time when mailed letters, came right to your door,
Without a lot of junk mail ads, sent out by every store.
The mailman knew each house, by name and knew where it was sent,
There was not loads of mail addressed to: “Present Occupant”.

Remember when the words “I do” meant, that you really did?
And not just temporarily, till someone blows their lid.
There was nothing as “no one’s fault;” we just made a mistake,
There was a time when married life, was built on give and take.

There was a time when just one glance, was all that it would take,
And you would know the kind of car, the model and the make.
They didn’t look like turtles, trying to squeeze every mile,
They were streamlined, white walls and fins – and
really had some style.

One time the music that you played, whenever you would jive,
Was from a vinyl, big holed record called a forty-five.
The record player had a post, to keep them all in line,
And then the records would drop down, and play one at a time.

O sure we had our problems then – just like we do today,
And always we were striving – trying for a better way.
And every year that passed us by, brought new and greater things,
We now can even program phones, with music or with rings.

Oh the simple life we lived, still seems like so much fun,
How can you explain a game – just kick the can and run.
And why would boys put baseball cards, between bicycle spokes?
And for a nickel, red machines had little bottled cokes.

This life seemed so much easier – and slower in some ways,
I love the new technology but I sure miss those days.
So time moves on and so do we – and nothing stays the same,
But I sure love to reminisce, and walk down memory lane.

Today was browsing over a site and came across this shayari which I simply had to share:

Aankho ki zooban woo samajh nahi paate,
honth hain magar hum kuch kah nahi paate.
Apni bebasi kis tarah kahe,
koi hai jis ke bina hum rah nahi paate.

The source is anonymous, but the shayari is beautiful. Again will try my hand at a translation, but can’t promise to do it justice:

She doesn’t understand the language of the eyes,
I have lips but I can’t seem to be able to say anything.
How do I speak of my helplessness,
that there is someone I can’t live without.

Its a good one. I really wonder who has the time as well as the depth of emotion to come up with such beautiful ones? A thought to be debated upon another time.

Song for the moment: Is deewane ladke ko from Sarfarosh.