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I'm An Adopted Son Of Tears The first tear that came from my eyes,is still my best friend, it consoles me whenever i feel like i have reached the end, it gives me company whenever i feel lonely in the night, once it comes out,like a feather my heart becomes light. Sitting in darkness,every night i search for you in my tears, they welcome my steps as i walk up and down the stairs, like a haunted soul,i just wander about and sit on a chair, as i close my eyes,my lips move to offer you another prayer. So many dreams i had dreamt of being with you till the end, living a life happily with you being my wife and best friend, never did i wish to see a tear from your mesmerizing eyes, i would do anything,even give up my life to end your cries. With so much of love to give,i thought you will forever stay, but all you did was to move away from me,only to betray, though you stayed only for a while,you still hold control, over my heart,and the love that lives deep within my soul. Be it happiness or sadness,a tear is always there in my eye, b'coz i still remember the day when you left me high and dry, when i saw you for the very first time,out of joy i just cried, when u left me alone,another tear rolled out and i just died. Though you have abandoned me,you still live in my prayers, the tear you left behind,consoles when no one else cares, the pain of my broken heart will cripple me over the years, still i won't feel alone anymore b'coz now "I'm An Adopted Son Of Tears".. .. .. _Sandy Forever Yours Nobody was I, and, had nowhere to go, Till you came aside and took me along; You enlightened me with your dreams, And gave me a reason to pull astrong. When the tides were high at the break of dawn, Rain kept falling but the rainbow was gone, When the lows were high and the highs were low, You never let me stop & you never let me know... You smiled.. .. .. an angelic ever-lasting smile, The smile that brought you so near to me; Don't ever.. .. .. let me find you gone, For that shall mean an end for me!!! We came ashore from different directions, It was Lord's will –That brought us together in Love, With you time has flown so fast and now -I only pray.. .. .. That we soon get to start our life's journey - Where today n' tomorrow shall become 'Forever'.. .. .. _Sandy 
INNOCENT DREAMS Innocent dreams, golden heart, rested on thy shattered past, Sensing the role of freedom above, freed thyself with unchained Love. Entered thy fantasies, which were mild, Drove out thy fears, which were wild, Revealed stories that were untold, Unfurled mysteries that were on-hold, Blessed with Love, serene seemed Life, With newfound happiness there was no strife, Till… time played itself dirty again, And re-played scenes, which were slain…. Innocent dreams, golden heart, rested, again, on thy shattered past, Sensing that freedom was not above, freed thyself of the unchained Love. _Sandy 
Why? Why i am sad, that i am not the one to make u happy? Why my heart is so filled with love? why is it that I miss you, still I am Happy? Why I want you & at the same time I want what you want? Why is it the more I want to hate you, the emore I love you? Why is it that I have million questions & all of them answered at the same time? Is it what you call a TRUE LOVE, an eternal one! _Sandy Adieu ! i am retiring... from the retiredment. i am getting up... from a deep sleep. i am now rising... from death bed. No looking back... from acute angles. No nostalgic feeling... from old albums. No running anymore... from own fears. A new begining.. .. .. Open sky beckons you.. .. .. Grow beyond imagination.. .. .. Grab it all, hands widespread.. .. .. No stopping here onwards.. .. .. No limits, no barriers, no fear, no shame.. .. .. "Have faith!" be brave.. .. .. Say Hello to come whatever.. .. .. Say bye to gone might whatever.. .. .. Stay ahead, stay together.. .. .. what, If not now? forever.. .. .. _Sandy Ek Poem: Don't dig my grave Oh Dear! When i am not there. Just plant a seed. that will bloom to flowers, to tell you my story! Nourish the plant with care, as it is my desire, that shall soar to the sky, see the sunlight, provide shadow to others! When i am not here, i would want to be everywhere, In every dream, every prayer, every action, every heart! o! Never miss me, or i will miss you too. Never weep over my thoughts, for i will cry too! I am what you are, i am doing what you are, so do what i want to. I want smiles, i want peace, i want all the Good for all! _Sandy 
Live Again n Love Again! For those tears n pain For the shattered dream For the darkness n heartache For those sleepless nights..... I lived again and I loved again To seek that golden heart of mine And the tender touch And the eternal beauty within I laughed again As I never laughed before For the joy n pleasure For the Sunshine n rain My heart is a rainbow Now you will find all seven colors As it waited l-o-n-g For caring n supporting others Unconditional is the gift To love and to give As you know now Nothing forever persists Whether to hold a grudge Or a deep wounded ache As time passes by Me forgets and forgives 'Coz we live again we love again.. .. .. 
Raincoat : The gift of Magi
An Unusual Story The 479-word story consists only of words beginning with a 'W' and only 17 of those words are hyphenated compounds. 'Warm weather, Walter! Welcome warm weather! We were wishing winter would wane, weren't we?' 'We were well wearied with waiting,' whispered Waiter wearily. Wan,white, woe-begone was Walter; wayward, willful, worn with weakness, wasted, waxing weaker whenever winter's wild, withering winds were wailing. Wholly without waywardness was Winifred, Walter's wise, womanly watcher, who, with winsome, wooing way, was well-beloved. 'We won't wait, Walter; while weather's warm we'll wander where woodlands wave, won't we?' Walter's wanton wretchedness wholly waned. 'Why, Winnie, we'll walk where we went when we were with Willie; we'll weave wildflower wreaths, watch woodmen working; woodlice, worms wriggling; windmills whirling; watermills wheeling; we will win wild whortleberries, witness wheat winnowed.' Wisbeach woods were wild with wildflowers; warm, westerly winds whispered where willows were waving; wood-pigeons, wrens, woodpeckers were warbling wild woodnotes. Where Wisbeach water-mill's waters, which were wholly waveless, widened, were waterlilies, waxen white. Winifred wove wreaths with woodbine, whitehorn, wallflowers; whilst Walter whittled wooden wedges with willow wands. Wholly without warning, wild wet winds woke within Wisbeach woods, whistling where Winifred wandered with Walter; weeping willows were wailing weirdly; waging war with wind-tossed waters. Winifred's wary watchfulness waked. 'Walter, we won't wait.' 'Which way, Winnie?' Winifred wavered. 'Why, where were we wandering? Wisbeach woods widen whichever way we walk. Where's Wisbeach white wicket, where's Winston's water-mill?' WistfuIly, Walter witnessed Winifred's wonder. 'Winnie, Winnie, we were wrong, wholly wrong; wandering within wild ways. Wayfaring weather-beaten waifs, well-nigh worn-out.' Winifred waited where, within wattled woodwork walls, wagons, wheelbarrows, wains were waiting, weighty with withered wood. Walter, warmly wrapped with Winifred's well-worn wadded waterproof, was wailing woefully, wholly wearied. Winnie, who, worn with watching, well-nigh weeping, was wistfully, wakefully waiting Willie's well-known whistle, wholly wished Walter's well-being warranted. With well-timed wisdom, Walter was wound with wide,worsted wrappers, which wonderfully well withstood winter's withering, whistling winds. Wholly without warm wrappers was Winifred, who, with womanly wisdom, was watching Walter's welfare, warding Walter's weakness. 'When will Willie wend where we wait?' wearily wondered Walter. 'Whist, Walter,' whispered Winnie, 'who was whooping?' 'Whereabouts?' Welcome whistling was waking Wisbeach woods when winter's windy warfare waxed weaker. 'Winnie! Walter!' Winifred's wakefulness was well-grounded. 'We're well, Willie; we're where Winston's wagons wait.' Without waiting, Willie was within Winston's woodwork walls. 'Welcome, welcome, Willie.' Winnie was weeping with weariness with watching Walter, weak with wayfaring. 'Why Winnie! Wise, watchful, warm-hearted Winnie,' Willie whispered wheedlingly. 'We won't weep; Walter's well. What was Walter without Winnie?' Wholly wonderful was Winifred's well-timed womanly wisdom, which well warranted weakly Walter's welfare. Whenever wandering within Wisbeach woods with Winnie, Walter would whisper, 'What was Walter without Winnie? Wise, watchful, warm-hearted Winnie!' IF.... By Rudyard Kipling If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you but make allowance for their doubting too, If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don't deal in lies, or being hated, don't give way to hating, and yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise: If you can dream-and not make dreams your master, if you can think-and not make thoughts your aim; if you can meet with Triumph and Disaster and treat those two impostors just the same; if you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools: If you can make one heap of all your winnings and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, and lose, and start again at your beginnings and never breathe a word about your loss; if you can force your heart and nerve and sinew to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!" If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, or walk with kings-nor lose the common touch, if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; if all men count with you, but none too much, if you can fill the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And-which is more-you'll be a Man, my son! 
A nice pick from a friend's blog... A Little House Cleaning Last Week I threw out Worrying, it was getting old and in the way. It kept me from being me; I couldn't do things my way. I threw out those Inhibitions; they were just crowding me out. Made room for my New Growth, got rid of my old dreams and doubts. I threw out a book on MY PAST (didn't have time to read it anyway). Replaced it with New Goals, started reading it today. I threw out childhood toys (remember how I treasured them so)? Got me a NEW PHILOSOPHY too, threw out the one from long ago. Bought in some new books too, called I CAN, I WILL, and I MUST. Threw out I might, I think and I ought. WOW, You should've seen the dust. I ran across an OLD FRIEND, haven't seen him in a while. I believe his name is GOD, Yes, I really like His style. He helped me to do some cleaning and added some thing's Himself. Like PRAYER, HOPE and FAITH, Yes I placed them right on the shelf. I picked up this special thing and placed it at the front door. I FOUND IT - its called PEACE. Nothing gets me down anymore. Yes, I've got my house looking nice. Looks good around the place. For things like Worry and Trouble there just isn't any place. Its good to do a little house cleaning, get rid of the old things on the shelf. It sure makes things brighter; maybe you should TRY IT YOURSELF. |