Saturday, October 24, 2009

Missing Rib

A girl in love asked her boyfriend...

Girl: Tell me... who do you love most in this world..?

By: You, of course!

Girl: In your heart, what am I to you?

Boy: The boy thought for a moment and looked intently in her eyes and
said, "You are my rib. In the Bible, it was said that God saw that Adam
was lonely, during his sleep; God took one of Adam's rib and created Eve.
Every man has been searching for his missing rib, only when you find the
woman of your life; you'll no longer feel the lingering ache in your
heart . . ."

After their wedding, the couple had a sweet and happy life for a while.
However, the youthful couple began to drift apart due to the busy
schedule of life and the never-ending worries of daily problems...their
life became mundane.

All the challenges posed by the harsh realities of life began to gnaw
away their dreams and love for each other.. The couple began to have
more quarrels and each quarrel became more heated.

One day, after the quarrel, the girl ran out of the house.... At the
opposite side of the road, she shouted, "You don't love me...!"

The boy hated her childishness and out of impulse, retorted, "Maybe, it
was a mistake for us to be together..! You were never my missing rib...!"


Suddenly, she turned quiet and stood there for a long while.... He
regretted what he said but words spoken are like thrown away water,
you can never take it back. With tears, she went home to pack her things
and was determined in breaking-up.
Before she left the house, "If I'm really not your missing rib,
please let me go..... She continued, "It is less painful this way... let us
go on our separate ways and search for our own partners..."

Five years went by....

He never remarried but he had tried to find out about her life
indirectly...... She had left the country and back.... She had
married a foreigner and divorced..... He felt anguished that she never
waited for him. In the dark and lonely night, he lit his cigarette and felt the
lingering ache in his heart. He couldn't bring himself to admit
that he was missing her..
One day, they finally met.... At the airport, a place where there
were many reunions and good-byes.... He was going away on a business
trip. She was standing there alone, with just the security door separating
them. She smiled at him gently.
(b): How are you?

(g): I'm fine. How about you... Have you found your missing rib...?

(b): No.

(g): I'll be flying to New York in the next flight.

(b): I'll be back in 2 weeks time. Give me a call when you are
back...You know my number... Nothing has changed.

With a smile, she turned around and waved good-bye..

"Good-bye . . ."

One week later, he heard of her death. She had perished in New
York. In the event that shocked the world..Midnight..... Once again, he lit
his cigarette..... And like before, he felt the lingering ache in his
heart.... He finally knew, she was the missing rib that he had carelessly
broken . . .

"Sometimes, people say things out of moments of fury..... Most often
than not, the outcome could be disastrous and detrimental.... We vent
our frustrations 99% at our loved ones.... And even though we know that
we ought to "think twice and act wisely", it's often easier said than
done. Things happen each day, many of which are beyond our control. Let
us treasure every moment and everyone in our lives. Tomorrow may never
come; give and accept what you have today . . . "

Make a Move

Make a move from this hypocritical world
away from the mechanical life
for a picnic with friends and wife
Throw your formal dresses
and laugh in a jolly mood
Nicely arrange our lunch and diner
but a gimmick in search for food.

Let’s go shouting songs
rhythm from collective consciousness
like nomads going global,
Pretending to lose our ways on a bush-walk
then jump to contact on mobile

Let’s go and appreciate
trees, forest and stars
Boast of creating peace in mind
the magic of healing scars

Then how come we start fights
angered over trivial matters
Hot discussion, war of words
tranquility to shatter...

The Men Women Mismatch

What is a marriage?
Promise to live together,
come what may?
And the cornerstone
must be love?
What is love,
by the way?
I like that husky voice!
I like that sweet twittering!
I like the way she walks,
her gait!
She is so lithe,
so shapely?
I like his macho personality?
I like his caring nature!

What is that love?
Something that comes from within?
The soul inside?
Or that I am just turned on
in his or her presence?
The urge to mate?
The urge to procreate?
Or it is just, You make me happy.
I feel serene in your presence.
Then?
So many different feelings I get
in different persons' presence.

But I have to marry just once.
Or divorce and marry again.
How many times?
At best half a dozen?
The strong libido will decide.
Once is good in many respects.
A few times may be.
But there are heart breaks
and accompanying pain.
Your libido will wear off
sure enough.
The social arrangement of marriage
is a compromise
for your physical and mental need.
So there will always be
unfaithful straying.
There will be guilt.
There will be betrayal.
There is no way.

Men get sperms by millions.
Women get eggs a few hundred only.
Men's is a pleasure of minutes.
Women's carrying for months and pain.
Who is to blame?
Nature? God?
The world's sufferings
if you look deeply
is this sexual mismatch
we try to control by marriage.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

"Broken Bridge"

All my rooms are filled with musty dust
Time has taken all that I possess
I never know if to laugh or to scream
To hate or to believe

How could you walk across that broken bridge
All their eyes followed as you so gracefully lived
And I tossed myself behind your feet
You cursed me

Falling through your sphere
All I know is you and here
Your tongue is fire when you speak
But you make me sing
Your love makes me sing

All my spaces are filled with you
With all the colors in the world yours had to be blue
And I'm breaking through your shameless ways
I can't refrain

Your hair is messy
Your frown is soft
You try to be harsh but you know you're so loved

I will toss myself down at your will
You know you kill

Falling through your sphere
All I know is you and here
Your tongue is fire when you speak
But you make me sing
Your love makes me sing

How could you walk across that broken bridge

Finding Happiness

Long years I spent in pursuit
Of that shrewd creature called Happiness
Like other hunters of repute
I was left teary, weary and breathless

Neither hiding in the forest of wealth
Nor perched on the summit of influence
It dawned upon me by stealth
Only after I’d run a wasteful distance

That the joy that’d make me smile
Wasn’t mine to find in the end
Instead, Happiness found me while
I shared my story with a friend 

Monday, October 5, 2009

Three Gift I give to You

I hold out my hands to you
One hand slowly unfolds
Revealing to you the key of my heart.
My other hand hold the password to my soul.
These two gifts I place in your hand
Along with the third gift.
The one that bounds the other two together
This gift is my trust.
These three gifts I give to you
My heart, my soul and my trust.
As I place my hand over the top of yours
Listen as I say "I love you".

Sunday, October 4, 2009

Irrational Love

fear and faith, walk the fine line
looking at ways people deal with time
the time between good
the time between bad
the time between happiness and all that we had

Choking back words I thought were ideal
Never fathoming your ability to feel
You've always been a dream, an untouchable kind
You're that icon fashioned in the back of my mind

Your status to society is based on days..
..the Eye has played up in un-realistic ways
Based on thoughts that could never be
I believe every word; every story I read.

You're a dream and a star, you're the one in my heart
You're the obsession that will last
Until my mind is defeated by this un-relinquishing fast

Golden Days Ahead

Never forget that you
have many wonderful
and golden days ahead,
something great to look forward to.
Never lose hope for a brighter tomorrow.
Raise your sails high,
and continue to journey toward
your dreams.


You'll receive everything you've
hoped for if you stay on course.
And should trouble come your way,
just relax and let the
tempest rage around you;
the hope you harbor safely within
will keep the storms at bay.


Just continue to dream as you
navigate your ship like
a master mariner.
Let your heart be the chart,
and you'll reach the paradise