Archive for August 2008:

What If

What if I had taken that chance
What if I had returned that glance

What if I had accepted his hand
What if I had not been so offhand

What if I had walked with him a few steps
What if I had not faltered at the doorstep

What if my upbringing had not shackled
What if I had not my first love bottled

What if my love had not been driven away
What if I had been stronger, not swayed

What if we had given our budding love a chance
What if love could’ve been a joyous happenstance

In the twilight years of my life, regrets I have but few
Hesitant step, taken, would not have let me now, stew

In so many what ifs and what could’ve should’ve beens
There is many a slip betwixt the cup and lip not foreseen

Life and true love had come knocking at my door but once
Giving them a chance would have made me delirious once

In the twilight years I wonder what if………..



The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.
Maulana Jalalu’ddin Rumi

Men always want to be a woman’s first love. Women have a more subtle instinct: What they like is to be a man’s last romance.
Oscar Wilde 1856-1900, British Author, Wit


When first we met we did not guess That Love would prove so hard a master.
Robert Bridges English, Poet Quotes

Man’s love is of man’s life a part; it is a woman’s whole existence. In her first passion,
a woman loves her lover, in all the others all she loves is love.
Lord Byron British, Poet Quotes


First love is only a little foolishness and a lot of curiosity: no really self-respecting woman would take advantage of it.
George Bernard Shaw 1856-1950, Irish-born British Dramatist


We always believe our first love is our last, and our last love our first.
George John Whyte-Melville


Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists…. When we are parted, we each feel the lack
of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost.
That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.
Erich Fromm


The Heirloom

Property went equally to siblings four
Except one heirloom they all craved for

A beautiful piece of their family history
Square settee, gold inlaid with a story

Folklore had it, this was passed on
Generation to generation, from eons

The brother who was settled in Zanzibar
Relinquished his share for a tiny gold bar

Other two brothers who lived in the big city
Let go also for expensive tokens, quite glitzy

Youngest was the sister who lived in London
This heirloom had been her cherished mission

Happily dispatching this precious load with care
She quickly said goodbyes and paid her airfare

Settee was reverently placed in her London den
And hours were spent reliving years till age ten

Mother had lovingly served all four mouths, goodies
Seated on this settee constantly filling hungry bellies

Fairytales and proverbs that accompanied her food
Were pure common sense instilled and thus imbued

She decided to repair and shine the lovely heirloom
Called a known carpenter for a shine and a bloom

A coat of varnish was given under her ever watchful glance
Lo and behold a secret drawer was found, what romance!!!

Excitedly it was pried open and contents removed carefully
A tiny dairy, a silver canister and a necklace, very gingerly

Dairy enumerated her granny’s peccadilloes, document family lineage
The necklace had adorned this rebel great grandmother of regal visage

She put the necklace around her neck but the clasp was broken
She surmised perhaps it was squirreled away from a spoilt scion

In seventh heaven she photographed and imaged her precious finds
Quickly sending data in attached files to relevant expert historians

With bated breath she scanned for replies as her curiosity steadily rose
Smelling an exciting discovery given their blue bloodlines she supposed

Bingo! on that fateful Monday morning over a muffin and a coffee
She read they’d descended from of a Mighty King with no boundary

Their genes were a pure bloodline and the document was a national treasure
She was hard put to relinquish as it authenticated and reinforced her measure

She informed her siblings of this exciting discovery and information
They were glad yet could not appreciate its value, being ultra modern!!!
No heirloom of humankind captures the past as do art and language.
Theodore Bikel
Austrian, Actor Quotes

As you age naturally, your family shows more and more on your face. If you deny that, you deny your heritage.
Frances Conroy
American, Actress Quotes

Heredity is a strong factor, even in architecture. Necessity first mothered invention.
Now invention has little ones of her own, and they look just like grandma.
E(lwyn) B(rooks) White
1899-1985, American Author, Editor


His remark was on target, a precise incision
Piercing her soft tender heart, a gory vision

Where had their infinite mutual love slunk
Reservoirs of their affection dried, sunk?

Their romance was a much  touted affair
People spoke about it then, everywhere

The marriage and long guest list of VIPs
Ballroom reception and honeymoon trips

All were the talk of the town, a grand event
A frantic planning with lots of money spent

Soon all excitement subsided,  routine crept in
An uneventful life with work and play therein

Until one fine day,  they were visited by the stork
All concerned toasted and sang, popping the cork

The twins made a rocking entry rocking her boat
Attention was diverted from him, as was her wont

He resented time spent with babies and his resultant neglect
She was hard put to convince him babies needed her to protect

He was an only, rich child conditioned to be always number one
Thus he forgot paternal duties, blinded by selfish needs, rotten

Thwarted, he began to dislike his baby sons much to her chagrin
As mom, she was helpless, as lover she cringed at this, life’s tailspin

Blinded by his own neglect and imaginary slights he began to stay out
Her busy day flew in maternal duties and nights became total blackout

Finally matters came to a head, he found love and attention in other arms
She was heartbroken, then she The MOM took up cudgels like firearms

She returned home to her old nest with twins sleeping on her loving breast
Grandparents, friends rallied around like a fort, assured she will top this test

Indomitable fighting spirit made her shine as mom, daughter and entrepreneur
Business thrived as the twins survived immersed in love, soon becoming mature

Role reversal took place and soon reins changed hands with change of guard
Twins were both level headed knowing well what real life and living were about

The old curmudgeon meanwhile was left alone as fair weather friends flew away
Full of shame he recalled now forgotten mistreated family in past he did betray

Repentance ate like a canker into his grieving soul as he lay dying, calling her name
His lament penetrated her soul, with twins she reached his bedside without any blame

Father n sons bid farewell, only one solitary paternal blessing worth a lifetime
She forgave all his trespasses as experience had taught her to live a life sublime

His final journey began where he was again the CYNOSURE of all weeping eyes
His departing soul thus rejoiced as this came to pass finally at his own demise!!!



A little neglect may breed great mischief:..for want of a nail the shoe was lost; for want of a shoe the horse was lost; and for want of a horse the rider was lost.
Benjamin Franklin, Poor Richard’s Almanack, 1758

Selfish persons are incapable of loving others, but they are not capable of loving themselves either. – Erich Fromm  American, Psychologist Quotes
Men are what their mother’s made them. Emerson, The Conduct of Life, 1860

As selfishness and complaint pervert the mind, so love with its joy clears and sharpens the vision. – Helen Keller American, Author Quotes
Pity the selfishness of lovers: it is brief, a forlorn hope; it is impossible.
Elizabeth Bowen Irish, Novelist Quotes

Maternity is on the face of it an unsociable experience. The selfishness that a woman has learned to stifle or to dissemble where she alone is concerned, blooms freely and unashamed on behalf of her offspring. – Emily James Putnam

Whoever loves becomes humble. Those who love have, so to speak, pawned a part of their narcissism. – Sigmund Freud Austrian, Psychologist


Positive and negative wires
Currents of coursing desires
Gained momentum
Upon connectivity

His eyes brimming mischief
Hers inviting just enough
Instant communication
Upon connectivity

His body language telling
Hers preening veering
Sunflowers seeking sun
Upon connectivity

His blood running marathons
Hers promising fulfilling dawns
A gazebo of four arms
Upon connectivity

Dreamy mutual glazed glances
Requiting oft dreamed splurges
Readily abandoning to urges
Upon connectivity

A handsome dude approaches
A lovely damsel also traipses
She grabs him, he her
Upon perfect connectivity

Sorry, cross connections
Unfulfilled gratifications
Please stand by



Send home my long-strayed eyes to me,
Which (Oh) too long have dwelt on thee.- John Donne, “The Message,” 1595

Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired- Robert Frost, in coversation


May your every wish be granted- ancient Chinese curse

Love, all alike, no seasons knows, nor clime
Nor hours, days, months, which are the range of time.
– John Donne, The Sun Rising,1595


Often we are firm from weakness, and audacious from timidity.
-La Rochefoucauld, Maxims 1665


Biological weakness is the condition of human culture.
Erich  Fromm, Escape from Freedom, 941


How few are our real wants! And how easy it is to satisfy them!
Our imaginary ones are boundless and insatiable.
Julius Charles Hare & Augustus William Hare, Guesses At Truth, 1827


Some desire is necessary to keep life in motion, and he whose real wants are supplied
Must admit those of fancy.- Samuel Johnson, Rasselas, 1759


We do not succeed in changing things according to our desires, but gradually our desire changes.
– Proust, Albertine disparue, 1925


I look at what I have and think myself unhappy; others look at what I have and
Think me happy.- Joseph Roux, Meditations of a Parish Priest, 1886.


Night canvas folds itself curling within
Stars dim turning their switches off therein

Fingers of darkness too lighten insipidly fading away
Moon retreats to sleep soundly giving in to another day

Streetlamps, lonely sentinels of concrete jungles
Turn off one by one in precision without rumbles

Owls and bats now silently go to rest as the night
Creeps away gently heralding the onset of daylight

Birds go about their business all chirruping in unison
Street traffic gains momentum as sounds of life beckon

The horizon as always defines a distinctively alluring sky
Where crisscross streaks of orange gold fingers playfully ply

The golden round disc of the sun makes a showing once again
Spilling shimmering orange golden reflections in flowing ocean

The bright blue sky appears lively with planes and flocking birds
All intent on reaching somewhere before turning back homewards

Church bells and temple and mosques all open their welcoming doors
Inviting all the laity, saints and sinners as them the god equally adores

Springy step and day’s challenges to be met head on, resolves we make
It is after all the dawning of another exciting new challenging daybreak


 A rare experience of a moment at daybreak, when something in nature seems to reveal all consciousness, cannot be explained at noon. Yet it is part of the day’s unity.
Charles Ives American, Composer Quotes

If your efforts are sometimes greeted with indifference, don’t lose heart. The sun puts on a wonderful show at daybreak, yet most of the people in the audience go on sleeping.
Ada Teixeira


It is well to be up before daybreak, for such habits contribute to health, wealth, and wisdom.–Aristotle  BC 384-322, Greek Philosopher

one of my favorite songs by Cat Stevens
(his voice and music is awesome)

Morning Has Broken- by Cat Stevens

Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for them springing fresh from the world

Sweet the rain’s new fall, sunlit from heaven
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God’s recreation of the new day


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