He’s the one who makes my morning
the one who makes my night
the one who keeps me twirling
in dreams between night & light
He’s the summer in my winters
The hue in autumn leaves
The joy in grey rain clouds
The spring that never leaves
He’s the rhythm in every music
the thought in every song
the ache in every word
& my prayer all day long.
He’s the pain in every teardrop
The pride in every feat
the sparkle in the dewdrops
And the reason my heart beats.
©krisheaven
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Met an Italian guy who’s been in love with this girl for the past 25 years, but never said anything. Today, she’s married to a man who’s become the Italian’s friend. She still does not know.
I met the lady and her husband too. She told me that she loved the Italian 25 years ago..and still does. She’s wondering if he ever felt the same way about her. They don’t talk about it. They’ve all just been neighbors all their lives.
I asked her why she’s still with her husband if she loved the neighbor all along ? She smiled. These were her exact words. ” 25 years ago, I made a choice. I never knew if ***** loved me the way I loved him. I never said anything. Then I met my husband, who was well behaved and well off. Everyday since, I make a choice…every morning, I tell myself that I have to live with my choice. It’s not enough; but it will do. ”
Being me, I couldn’t help but ask, ” Do you regret what you did ? Do you regret what you’re doing ? to both of them ? ” She was surprised that I asked. She thought for a while and then replied, ” Yes. Every minute of every day. Don’t get me wrong, **** is a good husband; but….if I can go back in time and change things, I would change so much that it would be a different world altogether.”
I spoke to the Italian again. “You should tell her. She should know “I said, my eyes all wet and teary. He thought about it for a moment, then said ” If I say anything now, she’ll KNOW that she made a mistake. At the moment; she just THINKS she did. The pain of knowing will be too great to bear.The pain of thinking, well…it just pops in and out when you’re thinking real hard. Nothing a drink can’t cure. ”
I stood there, not knowing how, what ,when, why or where from I ended up in this story. Running into strangers and giving them a piece of our lives is easier said than done. But it happens…in little ways…in the most unexpected of places. Sharing lives and stories with the people we meet, is a bitter -sweet thing.
It’s been 2 years now. I have no clue where any of them are. But they are frequently in my thoughts.
©krisheaven
picture courtesy: sunaina patnaik
What is it that makes one man different from another?
What is it that makes one man different from the rest of his world?
What is it that makes a man the greatest of his time?
It’s not in every day and every age that such men exist. But once upon a time, such a man did exist.
A man who on a single statement made by a queen, who he knew not, was his mother; gave up his crown.
A man who gave himself to an ordinary girl, simply on her request.
A man who offered lifetime servitude and friendship to a prince, simply because he gifted him respect.
A man who fought for his right, despite all adversities that came his way .
A man who stood for goodness, even though bound by evil.
A man who loved with purity and sincerity, even when he was slave to hatred and betrayal.
A man who had no lust or greed for power or position, despite having it all.
Such a man did walk the earth.He was the sun God’s son, Karna.
They say that excellence sets a standard. If that be true, then where are such men today?
Though it would be imprudent to compare 2 different worlds, I’m forced to equate people of the same kind. Men. Do the men around us, deserve to be called such? Or was it just a literary term that fell upon us and is used with little thought? Wouldn’t it be unfair and insulting to the great men who once lived?
Is hoping that such men still exist, the yearning of a naive heart? I hope not. Time will tell I guess; and until then, I’ll just have to wait and hope.
Photo courtesy: Star Plus
© Krisheaven
This note is the result of being subjected to the constant cribbing of some parents. ( I always manage to land myself amongst the wrong people ! )It can be highly irritating having to shut up when you know they’re wrong and they’re not looking at it right. So here’s to them and all the others.
You often complain you’re kids aren’t talking to you as much as they used to ( which was probably when they were 2 or 4) or as much as you’d like them to. You often feel they prefer their friends over you to share their lives with.
You often feel you’re losing control and begin to panic. As a result, you resort to some very stupid measures , as a means to ‘feel’ the power.
There’s a reason why kids turn to friends . It’s generally because you’re NOT one. We all have an internal image of what a parent should be. We can all see a picture form in our heads with all the traits attached. We have the same for our friends too. And this image , of friends, is more comforting. Why ?
Friend’s don’t judge. Parents do. And this is the prime reason. (on my list at least).
We don’t need you to tell us we were wrong. We’re pretty good at figuring it out ourselves. And we’ve generally done that much, when we turn up at your door. That’s the reason we’re there !! We expect you to tell us it’s going to be ok, we expect a hug, we expect comforting. We also expect being grounded and punished. But something reasonable. ( Reasonable – no trips for a month, extra chores for a year, less pocket money and so on. UN-reasonable- snooping around the room every single day, reading his diary and pretending you didn’t, supervising every single phone call or visit from friends. )
Friends don’t give us the ” we sacrificed..” lecture.
Parents have a horrible habit of giving their children a long speech, that generally sums up all the things they’ve done for them since they were born. That’s sick ! Let’s make one thing clear- Having a child, is like getting a tattoo on your face. You need to be certain you’re ready for the commitment. ( Regardless of whether we were wanted or just random accidents). You’re not doing your kid a favor by doing whatever you’re doing. You’re doing your JOB. So cut the speech !
Friends keep secrets. Parents discuss it. Not cool.
When your kid tells you something in confidence, he expects you to maintain confidentiality. Confidentiality includes not discussing it with your partner in his presence !! IT also means , not discussing it EVER.
“I know what you did last summer”
Parents forgive. But never forget. In fact, they make sure their kid doesn’t forget either. Every time there’s a tiny problem, they dig up all of their kids’ past problems and sins. It’s not comforting in the least to know your mom never forgave you for ruining her vegetable patch or hiding your mark sheet in the laundry. Not cool at all parents !
Friends give solutions. Parents over-react.
Our friends have the heavenly ability to analyze a situation and give us a solution that sounds just right. (Stress-Sounds ) Parents on the other hand, scream, yell, fake a heart attack and completely worsen it for you.
Parents don’t know ‘f-u-n-‘ . Friends do.
Parents have all the burdens on the planet. We know. We respect that. But we still need to have fun. Which is something you guy’s just don’t get. The definition of the word changes for the kid. Sometimes every day, sometimes through the stages of his life.
This is becoming exhausting. There are a hundred different reasons I could come up with, but just don’t have the energy to go on.
So parents, your kids love you. They may not say it, they might in fact, say the exact opposite..but they do love you. Expression is something that we all learn differently and at our own sweet pace. Some of us never learn it at all. Others learn it all wrong.Schools never teach us the most essential of stuff, now do they ? 😉
Disclaimer : this note does NOT reflect the writer’s personal views on the subject. It’s simply an impulsive reaction to the day’s events. < wicked smile>
photo courtesy:parentslifetumbler
© Krisheaven
Monster in heaven 