Relations you spell - EksPEkTAshioNS

Relations are a very complicated thing in life as they are bound by Expecations.

I believe that we as human beings are all different, perfect and unique within ourselves. Or why would someone love us so much and some not. And why shouldn't it be? After all God did not create this earth for monotony. We as individuals are God's perfect creation as HE can never be wrong. We as individuals never fail but we fail in relations because relations are bound by Expectations and relations are defined by our Expectations.

If not then we would be living by the Dictionary meaning of the terms Father, Son, Mother, Husband, Wife.....or even Friends.....and to ask the truth can any dictionary define relations.We define relations through our own Expectations.

Very often I hear people saying that I have stopped expecting anything from anyone. But how long can you lie to yourself. I don't. I still live on Expectations but somewhere I hope that I could do without it.....

I STILL HOPE AND I STILL EXPECT....

"WORDS AND HEARTS SHOULD BE HANDLED WITH CARE,
FOR WORDS ONCE SPOKEN AND HEARTS ONCE BROKEN,
ARE THE HARDEST THING TO REAPAIR"

“THE CUTEST ONE….DEBS”

She is so full of cheer
She loves Foster Beer

She has a 440V smile
She can be serious but only for a while

She loves playing pranks
She is a full laughter Bank

She loves launching “Melas”
She goes shopping not with bags but “Thelas”

She is a great cook
She can make you hungry with its look

She loves to eat and to talk
She loves to travel and to walk

She loves wearing a hat
She is a Tom and now made me a Jerry rat

She is a Sweety
She resembles the cartoon Tweety

She is chirpy
She is Bouncy

She is as naughty as can be
She has no parallels now you can see

She is a beautiful flower by "GOD - THE MAALI”
She now call me “Jeejs” and she is my cutest “SAALI”

*****Dedicated to who else but “THE ONLY KWELDEBS”

“”””””” MY SWEET LITTLE...””””””

Some
one to Care
Someone to Share

Someone to Play
Someone for life to Stay

Someone to Fight
Someone to tell what’s Right

Someone to Smile
Someone for Miles

Someone to Weep
Some memories to Keep

Someone to Prick
Someone with a Stick

Someone who gives me Bliss
Someone I really Miss

I call her My “SWEET LITTLE SIS”

*** Dedicated to my Two Elder (Still Sweet Lilltle ) Sisters – Rachna and Tanna***

“ I WAS CRYING FOR SHOES UNTILL I SAW A MAN WITHOUT LEGS ”

In life we crib about the smallest thing possible. Ever wondered "Aur be gum hain zamane nein?". Learn to grab Happiness. Happiness is called so because it "Happens". You can't get it or search for it, it comes and goes, when and where, just realize it when its there.

“ A CHILD GIVES BIRTH TO A MOTHER “

I read this on one one of the crossings while I was in Mumbai and loved it. Yes, the day my son was born he gave birth to a father in me. My life took a full 360 degree turn and I was no longer the same. On the lighter side often can't spend time on Me , Myself and MS coz of the responsibilities of the Father in me.

Who says Mothers give birth to a child, its the child who gives birth to a Mother.

Main aur meri tanhai
Aksar ye batein karte hain
Tum hoti to kaisa hota
tum yeh kahti, tum woh kahti
Tum is baat pe hairan hoti
tum us baat pe kitni hasti
tum hoti to aisa hota, tum hoti to waisa hota
Main aur meri tanhai ,aksar yeh baten karte hain

Yeh raat hai ya teri julfe khuli hui hain
hai chandani,
ya tumhari nazron se meri raatein dhooli hui hain
Yeh chand hai ya tumhara kangan
sitarain hain ya tumhara aanchal
Hawa ka jhoka hai, ya tumhare badan ki khusboo
Yeh pattiyon ki hai sarsarahat, ki tumne chupke se kuch kaha hai
Yeh sochta hoon main kabse gumsum
jabki mujhko bhi yeh khabar hai
Ki tum nahi ho, kahin nahi ho
Magar yeh dil hai ki kah raha hai
ki tum yahin ho, yahin kahin ho.

-SILSILA (edited version)

Lines I love and often speak when I am alone.

Thank You loneliness for always being there when I need You.

This is the story of my first love affair,
For once I thought life to me was fair,
After as many attempts as could be,
Finally a Poet fell in love with me.

She was my sweet little love,
I fell in love with a Dove,
“Dove – The poet” was her name,
She was a Poet of world fame.

First life was such a breeze,
She wrote a poem on my every sneeze,
World was all about birds, trees and the sun,
Oh life was filled with so much fun.

She wrote and she quote,
On the lakes when we were on the boat,
Although I didn’t get a word she wrote,
I still exclaimed ”What a beautiful quote”.

Life carried on like the stream,
Poems were written on every Ice Cream,
A sweet little dream it looked,
She wrote on everything I cooked.

But then life turned to reality,
Soon everything became a clarity,
What first came from the hearts core,
Now seemed such a big bore.

Dreams and fantasies were all she knew,
“Dove the Poet” only flew,
While I lived on the ground,
And saw her flight astound.

She thought everything was from the heart,
To her it was the end for me the start,
I thought life was about the brains,
She thought it was about the rains.

I spoke on Bread and Butter,
She thought it was how her wings would flutter,
But a stich in time saves nine,
From the past I saw the future was not fine.

All good things come to an end,
A parting letter to her I send,
I wonder why her I choose,
Too late I realized- “Life is not a Poetry but a PROSE”

Inpired by a thought from Osho that "Life is not a Poetry but a PROSE"

S hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.... aturday !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!
Mouth "Shut"

S o much Silence
Is it because it’s Saturday or is it????????????
A silent protest

S abko Saanp Soongh gaya
Mouth Shut hai isliye Sabka Mouth Shut hai
Speak up
So what it’s just coSmetic changes

S pirit>s should not dampen

Writers are you listening

We made it a hit now don’t make it a $hit

Stay and say

Write your comment s but not without “S” because “S” is for “S”hut

THANK YOU DAD!!!!! for if not for you, I would not be what I am today. I don’t need a Father’s Day to thank you because today I feel I should be thanking you every day and every moment.

I never knew what a thankless task being a Father was unless I became one on 30th August 2004 and that too of a Baby boy. God has his unique way of making us realize things. He made me by gifting me a son.

I read in a post the other day “Dad knew only one way to teach me lessons, which I could not remember for long ......”. These words have been pinching me ever since I read them. Yes! The day I became a Dad, I realized Dads have a different way of teaching lessons. Maybe someday my son will also say this and not write a poem for me. I wrote one for my Mother but never for my Dad assuming that he would never feel it, but the other day when I saw tears in his eyes I knew I was wrong. I complained that He never understood me as a Son but actually I never understood him as a Father.

Dad, From the very first toy, to the cell, to the bike and all that I wanted I never gave you time so that you could give me time and still I complained. But if not for you Dad would I be what I am today? Even animals have fathers but they can never say thanks and I am fortunate that I am not one and God has given me a chance. All I can say Dad is:

You gave me a Hand,
and taught me to stand

When life became still,
you gave me a will

You told me what’s right, 
 you gave me the strength to fight

For all that you told,
today I am bold

From the smallest things,
my ambitions you gave wings

You picked me from every fall,
and made me stand tall

You gave me the shoulder to rest,
stood by me in every test

In return all I can say,
Is “THANK YOU DAD” today and always


*********DAD!!! I AM PROUD TO HAVE A FATHER LIKE YOU***********

Dedicated to all DADS