It's Mother's Day.So we speak of mothers.When do we speakOf they who are not mothers?When do we speak of youIf you are not a mother?What if you are someoneWho is a single father?Someone who has toLearn, unlearn and relearn everythingThat comes naturally to women?Because you are not a mother.What if you are someoneWho is gay [...]
He wrote, "Maybe, we won't meet again. Maybe, in another life, we won't waste time Before telling each other -- I love you."
"I knew that you would understand. Only you," said he. "Always," said she, gently massaging his back. Their son sat wondering when his father would stop imagining his dead mother.
Don't you want to marry for love?Not for age,Not for looks,Not for money,But love?Don't you want to holdSomeone as your own,And be heldIn return for nothingBut love?Don't you want to come backTo a place you may call home,From the wide world,To be welcomed withBut love?Don't you want to shareYour happiness,Your sorrow,To be blanketed withBut love?Don't [...]
He wasn't the stereotypical hero --The kind to make her swoon,The kind to make her croon.Yet somehow he stuck.He made her smile.He wasn't the knight in shining armour --The protector of the realm,The one who could overwhelm.Yet anyhow he shone.He always showed up.If anything, he was an anti-hero.Not the one hoped for by mothers.Not the [...]
"So long, huh?" said he smiling. "Not at all! I just saw you yesterday," said she. His smile turned to a huge grin when she concluded, "In my dream."
When you said You didn't like What I did, I dropped it. When you said You didn't like What I said, I shut it. When you said You didn't like What I thought, I stopped it. And then one day, I realized, I didn't like Who I was becoming. So I picked what I dropped. [...]
Sugar, salt and spice they had put in as suggested. But they were both cream lovers. It was dollops of that love that made their dish of life come alive.
Talk to me of anything,If you please, everythingBut love.It is a topic over-exploited,More like an onion too sauteed.What is it with everyone,Each relative and that unknown bun,Who lives in "loveland?"Don't they have anything else to think?Is this the only way they find to sink?Talk to me of nature --Diversified in its great stature,Of rivers and [...]
She dreamt of someone walking towards her. But one day, someone always alongside walked away. As her heart crashed, she knew love.