… Bye … every time we say it we talk more

It’s never a good bye to us

It’s the fear of living alone

It’s like the warrior with empty hands

It’s a lonely long walk

Of which I am afraid

It’s the pain of separation …

That’s why for today, it’s not bye…

It’s the promise that we will meet again

With a bliss and no pain

That’s how friendship is  

You say it, I mean it

Friends forever … 

Sorrow was burning

One morning when I opened my eyes and came back from a faded world of dreams to focus this reality, I found myself on the bank of a river. On the other side I could see a flame and few people around it. The morning was so beautiful but not for them. Even the soul of the land was crying because her children were mourning. I could feel her cry in the sound of river which looked very quiet.

A person’s soul left his body, may be or may not be with that quietness but now his dear ones gave his flesh to fire and he is all in silence. Why he died, who let him die? I would not be in sorrow if he lived his life, saw his children and even grandchildren but yes... if he was a person of my brother’s age then for sure it will make me feel … I can’t even explain.  Especially when his habits or the better word is addictions were the reasons for his loss. My brother is addicted and I know how much it scared me.

I did not want that sorrow to touch my heart but there was nothing that I could do about it. He was not the man who lived his life but he was …

Slowly flame of that fire became to settle down. People start spreading. Few minutes later one of them passed by me. I was so much into my thoughts that I didn’t bother to recognise him but I do remember to ask that who the person was in the flame. I did not know why he looked so surprised on my words. With that surprised face he looked at me for few minutes and then told me the name of the person along with the whole thing.

I was in sorrow, a deep sorrow. I used to tell him that you should get rid of your addictions. I always wanted him to stay with me not just as a brother but also as a friend but he was… was he not willing to stay with me? Water of river became more still, calm and quiet as it was accompanying me in my sorrow. The sorrow that was burning in my eyes, in that water’s heart and on the flesh of earth. The sorrow was burning in ALCOHOL.                   

Need to Say "I LOVE YOU"

When I cried for the first time my mother laughed, but when my mother saw me for the first time she cried. My tiny eyes were so tiny that I couldn’t see her properly, that is why I couldn't remember her face at that time but I know she does remember mine.

Mothers always remember those who we forget. I don't remember when she held me for the first time but she does remember when I said mama for the first time. But I do remember when she kicked me first time.

For the next few months she did all the things for me she is doing even now. I still remember when I need money but don't want to tell my father about it. She is the only person who could help me and she did.

I could never be here and writing if she even thought once that I don’t want to see my baby. But I heard she even thought once but then she drop the idea and here I am. I have my life and breaths because of her and I love to breathe so I love her even more.

But one day I heard her uttering a few words. I never heard these words from her mouth earlier and this comes like a big surprise for me. “I love you my child” she said. How silly I am since I always thought she is partial with me, a Hitler who loves to bit me up when I did wrong things and she didn’t love me as she never said it before.

But then I thought have I ever told her that I love her. I am proud to be her daughter. I love her for being my mother and giving me so much in life. But we need to tell. We need to say “I love you.”

I love you my mother…

Hello! There is the same case with my father. But this time i said “I love you” to my father first and make him the happiest person on this earth.

The love I gave to them is very little I receive in return. They are the reserve bank of love and when I said I love you to them I only did a fix deposit and now I am going to get interest and more interest every time I meet them.

So, here is the conclusion: We need to say “I love you” when we love them (our parents or our loved ones).

The Way

Life has its own way …

Everyone has their own way to do things …

I must have my way too, but for me its still unknown …

And that is what we call the unrevealing truth of life … the secret, hidden and when get revealed surprising.  

This is how things work… this is their way… the way they work…

Now here is a story…

As paulo coelho said and all fairy tales get their starting with, I want to start by saying:   once upon a time there was a way…

A way, where only king could walk. If any one found near that place he/she would be the one who was really in a great trouble. As all think you can teach to everyone to not go there, so a mother of a four year old baby did the same. She told him the truth with a story around it. The truth that you could see king there but for that you have to risk your life and you may get killed or put into the prison for rest of your life.

Mother did her job and now child thought it’s my turn. He did remember the truth so he wants to explore it. One day, his mother couldn’t locate him; whole family went out in his search. One two and three days passed but there is no clue about the boy. They start thinking that he is no more now.

Then on the fourth day something unusual happened in that town. An announcement, which says that for the first time king want to meet all his people so the whole town is invited in palace, were made. It is hard to believe because king is supposed to be a person who never meets his public this way. He changed his way but no one knows the reason. People were happy except one family who lost there child few days before. Sorry … who think they lost there child.

A ceremony, huge crowd outside and inside the palace, people coming and coming then finally King came with a boy. People thought he is his son but he was not. He was the boy that family thought they lost.

He chose his way to go; he changes his king’s way and his people way too. People are just afraid to go that way as is it supposed be royal. But there was no restriction. That way was for thinkers, for solution makers and for the people of state.

That little boy mad people know their way. Made King realize where he is lacking. He simply changed the way they used to live and this called The Way to live…