Tender

This is the story of  your heart…. the love that you have for this other heart .. you do not even know how much this other heart loves you .. or .. how much you are loved.. but it does not matter..what matters is that you have this feeling..  even when it is the toughest of times.. when your fist is clenched .. when your  heart is broken .. when your mind is sore with revengeful thoughts .. even when you feel like fighting with everybody else .. even on such bad days..even in those bad moments . when you have a gush of revenge , anger, hatred flowing through your veins.. one thought of this heart that you love.. just freezes all other feelings .. all you feel is a sweet feeling..where u smile thinking about it .. where your eyes can tell that you long to meet the other heart..   where you long for that touch.. and that feeling ..that moment …that glimpse in your eye…all of that ..can be described in one word ..’tender’ .. you soften… you smile.. you find your purpose..and the anger of that moment just dissapears…

treasure your tender feelings ..  those feelings define what you are….    and one thing more..if you ever do feel angry towards somebody else.. think about that tender love… that the other person is made of….  and y ou will like the other person too …

Published in: on June 9, 2009 at 8:44 pm  Leave a Comment  

I had a dream.. that I was you

“You are not my kind. You were born of a different religion. You think differently because you do not belong to my religion. You have a different color. You talk differently. You do not praise the same God that I do. You should not be on this earth. You do not deserve to live…

You have no idea what it is for me to live. I was born in a humble cottage. I had aspirations. I worked hard to earn my bread. And then your community started this violence. you killed my people. I spend my life thinking about life and protecting my family from you rather than spending a decent life. You are an unwanted part of my life .. and of this world”  I thought about you, cursed you and went to bed. My tired eyes closed soon and I was dreaming. A bad dream. A dream that I was born again.. in your community….  aspiring to have a family and live a decent life. tired of the struggle.. .. I saw myself wishing bad for the other community.. I had a dream .. that I was you….

Let us both  dream..  that we will live together in peace.. after all I am just me…  but I could have been you.

Published in: on June 2, 2009 at 12:02 am  Leave a Comment  
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