HUMAN LIFE

If life were a tapestry, what would we see.... ?
The answer lies before life could be and at death it still isn't done..
A pattern of threads never woven alone,
Each stand and colour our people in different faces,
Each knot an interaction in several cases..
They are the threads of childhood,
And youth patches for tears and love,
And slights not understood..
Motifs for relationships and trials withstood..
A large part of this tapestry is bondage to parent to spouse to child,
For the recognized pattern lies in obligation..
Walking in the street, you pass so many people..
If each carried a coloured strand,
What myriad patterns they would make..
For both stranger and friend could change a design already planned..

I wish we were free

The sun sets an eventful day

Blood and death pave the way..

Scenes of destruction, the stories tell,

The day when all of humanity fell..

Pain and suffering, fire and flames,

Just another one of those street games..

Killing people they never knew,

The real cause known to just a few..

What happiness can they hope to find,

Communal hatred, fear of the other..

Yet our country tells us that we are brothers,

What brotherhood.........?

What unity is this I see.........?

Where no one is safe, no one is free........

Men Described........

There are men around, if you would care to see,

They are there in fathers, who smile while their daughters drop the d/o from their address,

They are there in husbands, who don't wince with hurt egos, while the wife pays the bill,

They are there in brothers, who are content holding the roll, while little sis flies the kite,

They are there in boyfriends, who, don't mind admitting, that they ride pillion, and she rides the bike,

They are those who have realised, big egos are passe and chivalry is not frivolous,

They are also those who know, women don't really hate them,

They just love to hate them...................................................

Love and Life.... Really Beautiful.... Experience it....

Life is the flower for which love is the honey..

Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit..

Immature love says: 'I love you because I need you.' Mature love says 'I need you because I love you.'

Love can sometimes be magic.. But magic can sometimes...just be an illusion.. Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does... Love is a battle, love is a war; Love does not dominate; it cultivates.. Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination.. Love is a game that two can play and both win.. Love is a gross exaggeration of the difference between one person and everybody else.. Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.. Love is always bestowed as a gift - freely, willingly and without expectation..

We don't love to be loved; we love to love.. Love is all we have, the only way that each can help the other..

Love is like war: easy to begin but very hard to stop.

Love is the word used to label the sexual excitement of the young, the habituation of the middle-aged, and the mutual dependence of the old..  It takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within..

Once the realization is accepted that even between the closest human beings infinite distances continue, a wonderful living side by side can grow, if they succeed in loving the distance between them which makes it possible for each to see the other whole against the sky.. Sometimes it's a form of love just to talk to somebody that you have nothing in common with and still be fascinated by their presence..

It is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less difficult to know that it has begun..

It is sad not to love, but it is much sadder not to be able to love..

If you want to be with someone you love, aren't you already there?

Everyone reserves true and deepest love not for