there was once in this wilderness...a land of dreams...
where the winds brought fragrances of her,
and the rains tempted to get burnt...
its been ages hence..
the winds burning now..
and nowhere the rains...
all one could feel was...
ruins  and lasting pains...

ohhh,whats this sudden tenderness
thats making me heal...
is it the fragrant wind again
that i feel..
the barren land...
is it fighting now to bloom again..
oh distant clouds..
are you going to rain..
and make me dance to the tune of tango again....!

A warm sensation fills my body 
My heart races with every touch
The
softness of your voice soothes
My soul
As I lay there hoping the
moment
Will never end
Calling out for you
Praying that you"ll never let
me go
The sensation so strong
I can no longer feel my body
Slowly I
fade in and out of reality
In an instant the warm sensation
Fades
away
My heart empty
My soul torn apart
Lying there; wondering where I
went
Wrong
Calling out for you, only to find
there is no answer
My
mind invaded with thoughts
So cruel and unrefined
The sensation of fear of
what"s to come
Slowly the reality over powering
The lust and
fantasy
Leaving me empty
Confused on how to think or feel
The
loneliness I feel
So wretched and compelled
Betrayal to
myself
Revealing the terrors of my love

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anonymous

> What is your obsession. > > A psychiatrist was conducting a group therapy session

> with three young mothers and their small children.

> "You all have obsessions,"he observed.
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> To the first mother, he said, "You are obsessed with

> eating.You"ve even named your daughter Candy."
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> He turned to the second Mom. "Your obsession is money.

> Again, it manifests itself in your child"s name,
> Penny."
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> At this point, the third mother got up, took her
 > little boy by the hand and whispered, "Come on, Dick,
 > let"s go."




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I am a wild woman

I know, inspite of myself

and in spite of what I"ve been told

that there"s beauty in every age

no matter how old

I am a wild woman

I"ve learned what it means to be a life bearer

to bear children

to create art

to plant seeds of love

I am a wild woman

from the depths of the dirt underneath my fingernails

to the height of my very soul

I am one with the Earth

the winds from the four directions whisper through my skin

I am a wild woman

and the spirit of every wild woman coalesces in me

for we are each wild women

and we are all the spirit of the wild woman

I will follow the voice in my heart

I am a wild woman

I sing from my heart

I dance with the stars

I howl at the moon

I love uncontrollably

I am a wild woman

from the deepest, darkest, most sacred part of me

I am fearless

I cry in strength

I open my arms to the sky and welcome the rain

I am a wild woman

I nurture, love and protect

I stand, strongly, silently, sweetly for my brothers

I walk dutifully, prayerfully, joyfully upon the mother

and I will not be stopped

I am a wild woman.

(author unknown)

A weary mother returned from the store,

Lugging groceries through the kitchen door.

Awaiting her arrival was her 8 year old son,

Anxious to relate what his younger brother had done.

"While I was out playing and Dad was on a call,

T.J. took his crayons and wrote on the wall!

It"s on the new paper you just hung in the den.

I told him you"d be mad at having to do it again."

She let out a moan and furrowed her brow,

"Where is your little brother right now?"

She emptied her arms and with a purposeful stride,

She marched to his closet where he had gone to hide.

She called his full name as she entered his room.

He trembled with fear - he knew that meant doom!

For the next ten minutes, she ranted and raved

About the expensive wallpaper, and how she had saved.

Lamenting all the work it would take to repair,

She condemned his actions and total lack of care.

The more she scolded, the madder she got,

Then stomped from his room, totally distraught!

She headed for the den to confirm her fears.

When she saw the wall, her eyes flooded with tears.

The message she read pierced her soul with a dart.

It said, "I love Mommy," surrounded by a heart.

Well, the wallpaper remained, just as she found it,

With an empty picture frame hung to surround it.

A reminder to her, and indeed to all,

Take time to read the handwriting on the wall.

Author unknown

Mujhse tumhi  poochti
ho priye…

Kaun hai meri swapn sundari…

Jaise kuan pani ka pata puche hai..

Wo jo maine kaha
tha, prem ke aagosh mein…

Tumhi to ho wo...meri swapn sundari...

Milan ki bela
mein..

Man ki veena kya
unmadit nahi hoti….

Meri aankhon mein apna pratibimb pati ho jab...

Milte hain mere
adhar jab tumhare adharon se...

Madmast ho kar,
ek lata si bankar...kya nahi lipat jati ho..

 Jhonka hawa ka
mand sa bankar mein jab...

Sahlata...chuta rehta hoon...

Aag mein meri tap
kar...

 Pani ki bundo si meri ungaliyan...

Jism mein tumhare ludakte hue…

 Pani ki bundon si
meri ungaliyan…

Tumhari gardan ko bhigote hue...

Kya tum sparsh ki aanch se nahi tapti ho….

Gulab si un
pankhudiyon ko chumte hue...

Kya tab tum milan
ka chitkar nahi karti ho....

Jab tumhe aagosh
mein bhinchkar..

Kya tab tumhara
aang aang meri lay mein nahi dolta hai....

 Bhishan nritya ke us unmad mein…

Unmaad ki us aag
mein…

jab tumhare bhitar bikhar jata hoon....

Prem ki samadhi
ko anubhav kar....

Kya nahi ithlati
ho....

Kya nahi kehti ho......

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I hope my friends enjoy it as a poetry....however...i confess...this is one post,that,...left me tired!

friends...i find this song extremely thought provoking....read it as poetry....i hope you will love it too...am finding new meanings......

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mere man ye bata dey tu..kis or chala hai tu..
kya paya nahi tu ne..kya dhoond raha
hai tu...

jo hai unkahi...jo hai unsuni..

wo baat kya hai bata....

Mitwaaaaa....kahe dhadkane tujh se kya..

Mitwaaaa....ye khud se to na tu chupa...

jeevan dagar mein, prem nagar mein,
aaya nazar mein.. jab se koi hai
tu sochta hai, tu
puchta hai..
jiski kami thi, kya ye wahi
hai..........
Haan ye wahi hai...haan ye wahi hai....

tu ik pyasa aur ye nadi hai...

kahe nahi, isko tu, khul ke batae

jo hai ankahi,jo hai an suni...wo baat kya hai bata...

Mitwaaaaa kahe dhadkane tujhse kya...

teri nigahen...pa gayi
raahen..
par tu ye soche..jaun na jaun..

ye zindagi jo…hai naachti to..
kyon bediyon mein
..hai tere paanv..
preet ki dhun pe ..nach le pagal..
udta agar hai, udne de aanchal..
kaahe koi,apne ko,
aise tarsaye…

wo baat kya hai
bata.....

mitwaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

A man walks into a restaurant with a full-grown ostrich
behind him. The waitress asks for their orders. The man says,

'A hamburger, fries and a coke,' and turns to the ostrich,

'What's yours?'

'I'll have the same,' says the ostrich.

A short time later the waitress returns with the order.

'That will be $9.40 please,' she says and the man reaches
into his pocket and pulls out the exact change for payment.

The next day, the man and the ostrich come again and the man
says, 'A hamburger, fries, and a coke.

'The ostrich says, 'I'll have the same.'

Again the man reaches into his pocket and pays with exact
change.

This becomes routine until the two enter again later in the
week.' The usual?' asks the waitress.

'No, this is Friday night, so I will have a steak, baked
potato, and salad,' says the man.

'Same,' says the ostrich.

Shortly the waitress brings the order and says, 'That will
be $32.62.'

Once again the man pulls the exact change out of his pocket
and places it on the table.

The waitress can't hold back her curiosity any longer.

'Excuse me, sir. How do you manage to always come up with
the exact change out of your pocket every time?'

'Well,' says the man, 'several years ago I was cleaning the
attic and found an old lamp.

When I rubbed it a Genie appeared and offered me two wishes.

My first wish was that if I ever had to pay for anything, I
would just put my hand in my pocket and the right amount of money would always
there.'

'That's brilliant!' says the waitress. 'Most people would
wish for a million dollars or something, but you'll always be as rich as you
want for as long as you live!'

'That's right. Whether it's a gallon of milk or a Rolls
Royce, the exact money is always there,' says the man.

The waitress asks, 'But what's with the ostrich?

'The man sighs and answers, 'My second wish was for a tall
chick with long legs who agrees with everything I say.'