The Woman...

When God created woman he was working late
on the 6th day
An angel came by and said: “Why spend so
much time on that one?”

And  the Lord answered:
“Have you seen all the specifications I have to meet to shape her ?"

 

“She must be washable, but not made of plastic, have more than 200 moving parts which all must be replaceable and she must function on all kinds of food, she must be able to embrace several kids at the same time, give a hug that can heal anything from a bruised knee to a broken heart and she must do all this with only two hands”.

The  angel was impressed. 

“Just two hands....impossible!“ 

And  this is the standard model?! 

“Too much work for one day....wait until tomorrow and then complete her“.

“I will not”, said the Lord. “I am so close to complete this creation, which will be the favourite of my heart”.  

“She cures herself when sick and she can work 18 hours a day”.

The  angel came nearer and touched the woman. 

“But you have made her so soft, Lord”

“She is soft", said the Lord, “But I have also made her strong. You can’t imagine what she can endure and overcome.“

“Can she think?" the angel asked. 

The  Lord answered:

“Not only can she think, she can reason and negotiate."

The  angel touched the womans cheek....

“Lord, it seems this creation is leaking! You have put too many burdens on her.”  

“She is not leaking....it’s a tear” the lord corrected the angel

“What’s it for?" asked the angel.

And  the Lord said: 

“Tears are her way of expressing grief, her doubts,  her love, her loneliness, her suffering and her pride.”

This  made a big impression on the angel;  “Lord, you are genius.

You  thought of everything. The woman is indeed  marvellous!"

Indeed  she is!

Woman  has strengths that amazes man. She can  handle trouble and carry heavy burdens. 

She  holds happiness, love and opinions. 

She  smiles when feeling like screaming.

She  sings when she feels like crying, crys  when she is happy and laughs when  she is afraid. 

She  fights for what she belives in.

Stand  up against injustice.

She  doesn’t take “no” for an answer,  when she can see a better solution.  She gives herself so her family can  thrive. She takes her friend to the  doctor if she is afraid.

Her  love is unconditional. 

She  cries when her kids are victorious. She  is happy when her friends do well. 

She  is glad when she hears of a birth  or a wedding.

Her  heart is broken when a next of kin  or friend dies.

But  she finds the strength to get on  with life. 

She  knows that a kiss and a hug can  heal a broken heart. 

There  is only one thing wrong with her

She  forgets what she is worth...

True Love is ....

True love
is not physical beauty,
but an inner splendor
that glows in the soul and
radiates through all impediments,
forsaking all boundaries.

True love...
is not perfection.
The perfection lies in
the melding of two hearts,
and two souls, to create a bond
that survives all imperfections
and the passage of time.

True love...
is not fire,
but the kind of warmth one feels
from a golden fire's glow,
an incomparable comfort
in the face of despair,
an offering of hope
when all is hopeless.

True love is us
with  heart and soul,
warm glowing light,
and everlasting hope.

Ravneet

I am Sorry...!

I’m sorry of being so emotional

I’m sorry of being so possessive

I’m sorry that I cry for you

I’m sorry because I can’t live without you

 

I’m sorry for the tears you shed

I’m sorry for the damage I made

I’m sorry I’ve made you sick

Sorry I hurt you so deep

 

I’m sorry for giving you sleepless nights

I’m sorry for each and every fight

I’m sorry for your pain & agony

I’m sorry for the missing harmony

 

I’m sorry for my selfish love

I’m sorry for not caring enough

I’m sorry for my restlessness

I’m sorry for the losing grace

 

I’m sorry my friend I made you mad

I’m sorry darling you are so sad

Sorry for not giving you any happiness

Sorry because it’s my disgrace

 

I’m sorry for thinking of you so very much

I’m sorry I always miss your touch

I’m sorry of being so mad about you

I’m sorry for my every blue

I’m sorry of being so immature

I’m sorry now that can’t be cured

I’m sorry of being myself

I’m sorry that I’ve failed

 

I’m sorry and sorry again

I’m sorry of being insane

But believe me that I love you

Should I say sorry for that too ???

WITH LOVE 

Ravneet.

Girl ...!

A girl is like a bird....
 
God's most Prettiest creation in the world....
 

The childhood of girls is Golden Age. After that, the world keeps them into beautiful cage....
 
This is an innocent creature, looks like a fairy, who loses her feather when she marry....
 
She leads all her life in serving others.
She also has a heart, but none bothers....
 
A dress of happiness and pleasure she wears.
But in every corner, you find a girl shedding tears....
 
Moral: Try to give girls the due respect that they deserve....
 


Dedicated to one of my friend.

Save Girl Child.
Ravneet

Excellence ...!

                   A German once visited a temple under construction where he saw a sculptor making an idol of God. Suddenly he noticed a similar idol lying nearby. Surprised, he asked the sculptor, "Do you need two statues of the same idol?" "No," said the sculptor without looking up, "We need only one, but the first one got damaged at the last stage." The gentleman examined the idol and found no apparent damage. "Where is the damage?" he asked. "There is a scratch on the nose of the idol." said the sculptor, still busy with his work. "Where are you going to install the idol?"

The sculptor replied that it would be installed on a pillar twenty feet high. "If the idol is that far, who is going to know that there is a scratch on the nose?" the gentleman asked... The sculptor stopped his work, looked up at the gentleman, smiled and said, "I will know it."


The desire to excel is exclusive of the fact whether someone else appreciates it or not. "Excellence" is a drive from inside, not outside. Excellence is not for someone else to notice but for your own satisfaction and efficiency.

Remain Forever Near ...!

As we walk our path of life,
We meet people everyday.
Most are simply met by chance.
But, some are sent our way.

These become special friends
Whose bond we can't explain;
The ones who understand us
And share our joy and pain.
Their love contains no boundaries.
So, even we are apart.
Their presence enhances us
With a warmth felt in the heart.
This love becomes a passageway,
When even the miles disappear.
And so, these friends, God sends our way,
Remain forever near.

My Precious Friend ...!

We all need someone
To talk to in our life,
A friend to whom we run
In times of stress or strife

A friend who's always there
Throughout the years,
A friend we know will care
And take away our fears.

A friend who's always near,
Waiting for our call,
To wipe away our tears,
And lift us when we fall.

A loving friend indeed,
On whom we can depend
To fulfill our every need -
Thank you, precious friend

Magic of First Love ...!

The magic of first love
is our ignorance that it could ever end

Falling in love consists merely in uncorking
the imagination and bottling the common-sense.

Love - a wildly misunderstood although
highly desirable malfunction of the heart
which weakens the brain,
causes eyes to sparkle,
cheeks to glow,
blood pressure to rise
and the lips to pucker.

Lucky is the man who is
the first love of a woman,
but luckier is the woman who is
the last love of a man.

Every man is thoroughly happy twice in his life:
just after he has met his first love,
and just after he has left his last one

The magic of first love is our ignorance
that it can never end.

First love is a kind of vaccination
which saves a man from catching
the complaint the second time.

Lucky is the man
who is the first love of a woman,
but luckier is the woman
who is the last love of a man.

The first duty of love - is to listen.

The greatest pleasure of life is love. 

I Fell So in Love ...!

My head upon your chest,

I fell so in love with your openess,

and in the echoing of your heart,

I know nothing can ever tear us apart.

So safe in the harbor of your arms,

I feel so secure.

It's like nothing I've ever known before.

In the sun lit surrending of your eyes,

all my fear of the unknowing dies

I know this is where I'm meant to be,

me loving you,

and you loving me...

i just wana spend my life with you

"Don't" - My Friend ...!

Don't undermine your worth by comparing yourself with others,
It is because we are different that each of us is special.


Don't set your goals by what other people deem important,
Only you know what is best for you.


Don't take for granted the things closest to your heart
Cling to that as you would your life, for without them life is meaningless.


Don't let your life slip through your fingers by living in the past or the future.
By living your life one day at a time, you live all the days of your life.


Don't give up when you still have something to give.
Nothing is really over … until the moment you stop trying.


Don't be afraid to admit that you are less than perfect,
It is the fragile thread that binds us to each other.


Don't be afraid to encounter risks,
It is by taking chances that we learn how to be brave.


Don't shut love out of your life by saying it's impossible to find.
The quickest way to receive love is to give love.


The fastest way to lose love is to hold on too tightly,
And the best way to keep love is to give it wings.


Don't dismiss your Dreams. To be without dreams is to be without hope.
To be without hope is to be without purpose.


Don't run through life so fast that you forget where you've been,
But also know where you're going.


Life is not a race, but a journey to be savored every step of the way.

Always Remember to Love Yourself

  

Always remember to love yourself,
For the person that you are,
Put all doubts and fears upon the shelf,
And from them you'll go far.

Seek out positive people for friends,
That you enjoy to be around,
For true bonds of friendship never ends,
Once it has been found.

Learn to forgive yourself,
As well as friend and foe,
Mistakes we make is how we learn,
And from them we can grow.

Always pursue happiness,
But never lose touch from Base,
The pursuit you'll find, is a state of mind,
And may be a life long chase.

Where You come from
Is not that Important,
What matters is always knowing,
The past is gone, the future is now,
And the future is where you'll be going.

 

Always try and keep your word,
Try not to ever lie,
Don't repeat bad things you've heard,
Karma comes back by.

If you worry about what might be,
And wonder what might have been,
You'll blind the thoughts that help you see
What is...and where to begin

Take or make time for a sunset,
Or perhaps a walk on the beach,
Peace of mind, you'll often find,
Is always quite within reach.

Always be strong and face your fear,
If you want that fear to disappear,
For if You turn and run away,
That fear within you is there to stay...

And before you bed down each night
Remember to say:

"LIFE LOVES ME AND I LOVE LIFE,
TOMORROWS GOING TO BE
A FANTASTIC DAY!"

Forget me not...!

Our little ones whisper,

"Forget me not",

As their specialness wraps

around our heart.

Their short little lives

Hold meaning and love.

Their spirits have touched

us-each and everyone.

They have left their gifts

For us to uncover,

If we open our eyes,

our hearts and our lives.

The road to discovery

is hilly and dark.

Will we long harbor the pain

or set our wings for the light?

Our lives have been changed,

our paths filled with sorrow.

Yet their memories embrace us

and our love lasts forever.

If we open our hearts,

their gifts shall unfold,

as we

forget them not.

"Be someone"

Be someone who listens, and you will be heard.

Be someone who cares, and you will be loved.

Be someone who gives, and you will be blessed.

Be someone who comforts, and you will know peace.

Be someone who genuinely seeks to understand, and you will be wise.

Be someone kind, someone considerate, and you will be admired.

Be someone who values truth, and you will be respected.

Be someone who takes action, and you will move life forward.

Be someone who lifts others higher, and your life will be rich.

Be someone filled with gratitude, and there will be no end to the things for which you'll be thankful.

Be someone who lives with joy, with purpose, as your own light brightly shines.

Be, in every moment, the special someone you are truly meant to be.

Thank You !

She is Life ...!

She   : does the dishes
   He   : lazes on the couch watching TV


She   : bids goodbye to shorts in summers
  He   : enjoys his tea in the garden wearing a ganji


She   : gives up going to her friend's anniversary party
  He   : calls his friends over and assumes she will fit-in


She   : tries hard to please his mother
  He   : gets to be treated as 'Jamia Raja' by her mother


She   : changes her name
  He   : remains as is.

Difference between Love and Marriage Explained Beautifully ...!

                

                          A student asks a teacher, "What is love? "The teacher said, "in order to answer your question, go to the wheat field and choose the biggest wheat and come back.

But the rule is: you can go through them only once and cannot turn back o pick."

The student went to the field, go thru first row, he saw one big wheat, but he wonders....may be there is a bigger one later.

Then he saw another bigger one... But may be there is an even bigger one waiting for him.

Later, when he finished more than half of the wheat field, he start to realize that the wheat is not as big as the previous one he saw, he know he has missed the biggest one, and he regretted.

So, he ended up went back to the teacher with empty hand.

The teacher told him, "...this is love... You keep looking for a better one, but when later you realize, you have already miss the person...."

*"What is marriage then?" the student asked.

The teacher said, "in order to answer your question, go to the corn field and choose the biggest corn and come back. But the rule is: you can go through them only once and cannot turn back to pick."

The student went to the corn field, this time he is careful not to repeat the previous mistake, when he reach the middle of the field, he has picked one medium corn that he feel satisfy, and come back to the teacher.

The teacher told him, "this time you bring back a corn.... You look for one that is just nice, and you have faith and believe this is the best one you get.... This is marriage."

The Power of Love ...!

           A mighty King was marching home after being victorious in a gruesome battle. He had captured

the crown prince of the neighbouring kingdom and killed the King. The King was crossing

through a jungle. He wanted to rest.

 The army halted there for the evening. Nearby was a hermitage. The king decided to pay his

respects to the sage there. He sent his Minister and some soldiers to seek an audience. They

told the disciples there, "Maharaj wants to meet the sage." The disciples said, "Guruji has

retired for the day, you can come tomorrow."

The next morning the King came to the hermitage dressed in his royal finery, accompanied by

his ministers and attendants. The sage was sitting under a tree and scattering bajra seeds

all around. Hundreds of birds of different kinds were eating and the sound of their

twittering filled the air.

The King walked up to the sage. The sage did not look up.

The king said, "Pranam, Guruji!" No answer.

He spoke louder, "Pranam, Guruji!" Still, no answer.

"Guruji, I said Pranam!" he said in an angry voice.

The sage looked up and said, "Stop shouting, you are scaring the birds."

That made the king even more furious. "Do you know who I am?" he shouted. The sage said

calmly, "Yes, I do. You are the one who kills for the love of power. You are the one who

knows not that this power is temporary. One day another King shall kill you in the same way.

The love of power shall bring about your downfall."

The king was beside himself with rage. He said, "Your impertinence is intolerable. I shall

behead you just now!" He drew out his sword and raised it to strike the sage.

In an instant, hundreds of birds flew up and attacked the king. They poked their beaks into

his face, his eyes and his arms and all over. The king moved his arms up and around to ward

off the birds. But the birds wouldn't leave him. The sage said, "Leave him! Leave him! Come

to me my dears!"

All at once, the birds quietened down and sat meekly at the feet of the sage.

The sage said, "All I ever gave these birds is love. Oh King! Realize the power of love. The

love of power has blinded you and brought you to the level of a killer. These birds would

have killed you, but that's because they love me. I rule over them like a king too, but the

only power I ever exercise over them is the power of love and it is greatest power on this

Earth."

It's not what you gather, but what you scatter that tells what kind of life you have lived!

Sorry I'm Still in Love ...!

I'm sorry that I'm writing you but I just can't forget.
All the memories of me with you,
Are running through my head
I'm sorry that I cried today
Though you didn't see my tears,
I just can't forget the fact
That today would be one year.

You said you didn't love me
But I know its not the truth
So here it is,
I'm saying it,
I still love you too.

I can hear it when you talk to me
When you say my name.
How the words almost slip out,
But you hold them back in shame

All day I've been thinking of you,
And what we could have been
Happily ever after,
Is what we both said.

I sit here,
And concentrate
On leaving you behind
But I know that no matter what happens
No words could make you mine

Dear Valentine,
I'm sorry that I told the truth,
Sorry you're the one,
Sorry that it hurts so much,
Sorry I'm still in love.

Thanks for being my friend ...!

  

Thanks for being my friend

by Ravneet

I don’t think you know what you mean to me But you mean a lot The chance of us not being friends Is a real long shot I hate when you’re sad I love it when you’re happy Because if your upset It makes me feel crappy Thanks for always being there When I needed you most If it weren’t for you the chances of me not being here Would have really come close I don’t know what I would do If you weren’t my friend I don’t think my heart Would ever mend I hope you know I always have your back Just like you’ve had mine And it will always stay that way Until the end of time We’ll be friends Hopefully without end So I just wanna say thanks Thanks for being my friend

With You ...!

each day in with you,
another piece of me breaks away.
leaving but another
open sore.
  every time i see you,
i look away only to
keep my tears down.
i still love you.
i love you to the point
to where it hurts like hell.
you didnt hurt me
but love me.
love me as i loved you.
accept me as i accepted you.
and see me as i saw you.
but you did hurt me.
and i let it happen.
i let you run me over,
i let you have your ways.
i let you touch me,
i let you in.
i trusted you.
i loved you.
i wanted you mine.
but you were never
really mine.
you never will be.
you're not mine to hold,
you're not mine to keep,
not mine to love.
you are hers.
you love her and i love you.
and why cant you see that?
she doesn't love you
like i do.
everyday i ask myself
why i let you do those
things to me.
why i let you
run me over.
but i never come up
with any answer but:
''it was because i loved you,
and i didn't care.''
and its true i didn't care.
i knew you weren't and never would be mine.
but i liked to think
that you were.
i didn't care
because i loved you so much.
and i didn't care
what happened.
but i didn't expect to get hurt,
nor run over.

I'll Always With You !

Your Love

Resolve Conflicts with Friends ...!

          Fighting with friends is tough all around. We often say things we don't mean and feelings get hurt. Occasionally, no one wants to admit they were wrong and no one wants to apologize; it seems as though the situation is beyond repair. There are many ways to resolve conflicts with friends. Here are some things you can do to start  down the road to conflict resolution.

Step 1 :

     Calm down. No one thinks rationally when emotionally worked up. Give yourself time to calm down before even thinking of the subject of the conflict again.

Step 2 :

     Give each other respect. Without first respecting your friend, it is unlikely that the conflict will be resolved amicably.

Step 3 :

     Give each other space. When the conflict has become too heated, walk away.

Step 4 :

     Give each other time. Time to cool off will help all parties involved think things over in a rational manner.

Step 5 :

     Respect each other's space and time. Everybody's different. Your friend may need a week before he is ready to resolve the conflict and you may need only a day. Give him the time he needs.



 

Step 6 :

     Communicate. Not talking only makes matters worse. Periodically contact your friend to let her know that you still care about her.

Step 7 :

     Listen well. Listen intently and focus on his point of view with an open mind.

Step 8 :

     Choose your words wisely. Avoid accusatory phrases like "you never," "you always" or "why would you."

Step 9 :

     Leave out the "but." When your friend asks if you accept his apology don't say "yes, but..." It's a conditional acceptance and can lead to more hurt feelings. The same goes for "I understand, but.."

Step 10 :

     Let it go. If you can't find common ground, agree to disagree and let it go. Nothing good will come out of the conflict if you don't.


Friends are forever, as are Diamonds.
Ravneet.

You Are My Everything ...!

 

 

When we first fell in love,
I thought that nothing could compare,

 

To the magical romance,
That you and I had come to share.
 

 

But as time passed,

 

feelings deepened, And our closeness grew

 

The romance turned into,
A real and lasting love with you.

 

You care for me in all the ways, I want and need so much.

 

I`ve felt your warmth and tenderness,
With every word and touch.

 

I know I can depend on you,

 

For support and honesty,

 

That patient understanding,
That you always give to me.

 

There`s a special kind of happiness, That only love can bring,

 

And I`ve found that happiness with you,
You are my everything.

 

Your's 

Ravneet

 

 

God is with all his Children ...!

      Mother jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room. She said: 'How is my little boy? Is he going to be all right? When can I see him?'

The surgeon said, 'I'm sorry.. We did all we could, but your boy didn't make it.' 

Mother said, 'Why do little children get cancer? Doesn't God care any more? Where were you, God, when my son needed you?'

The surgeon asked, 'Would you like some time alone with your son? One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he's transported to the university..'

Mother asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good bye to son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair. 'Would you like a lock of his hair?' the nurse asked. Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy's hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to his mother.

The mother said, 'It was Jimmy's idea to donate his body to the University for Study. He said it might help somebody else. 'I said no at first, but her son said, 'Mom, I won't be using it after I die. Maybe it will help some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom.' She went on, 'My son had a heart of gold. Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help others if he could.'

Mother walked out of Children's Mercy Hospital for the last time, after spending most of the last six months there. She put the bag with son's belongings on the seat beside her in the car.

The drive home was difficult. It was even harder to enter the empty house. She carried her son's belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his hair to her son's room.
 

She started placing the model cars and other personal things back in his room exactly where he had always kept them She lay down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep.

It was around midnight when mother awoke. Lying beside her on the bed was a folded letter. The letter said:

'Dear Mom,
 

I know you're going to miss me; but don't think that I will ever forget you, or stop loving you, just 'cause I'm not around to say 'I Love You'. I will always love you, Mom, even more with each day.. Someday we will see each other again. Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you won't be so lonely, that's okay with me. He can have my room and old stuff to play with. But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn't like the same things us boys do. You'll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, you know.

Don't be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see everything. The angels are so cool. I love to watch them fly. And, you know what? Jesus doesn't look like any of his pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him. Jesus himself took me to see GOD! And guess what, Mom? I got to sit on God's knee and talk to Him, like I was somebody important. That's when I told Him that I wanted to write you a letter, to tell you good bye and everything. But I already knew that wasn't allowed. Well, you know what Mom? God handed me some paper and His own personal pen to write you this letter I think Gabriel is the name of the angel who is going to drop this letter off to you. God said for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him 'where was He when I needed him?' 'God said He was in the same place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His children.
 

Oh, by the way, Mom, no one else can see what I've written except you. To everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper. Isn't that cool? I have to give God His pen back now He needs it to write some more names in the Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper. I'm sure the food will be great.

Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don't hurt anymore the cancer is all gone. I'm glad because I couldn't stand that pain anymore and God couldn't stand to see me hurt so much, either. That's when He sent The Angel of Mercy to come get me. The Angel said I was a Special Delivery! How about that?

Signed with Love from God, Jesus & Me.

*Heart Touching ...! *

I was a just-born and she was Twenty-Five,
Though we were we, we were one.
I would cry out in Latin and she would respond in Greek,
I would learn nothing but she never got tired to teach.


I was surrounded by monsters eager to pull my cheek,
but they would vanish the moment I was wet and weep.
She would come running and hold me in her arms,
as if I had won the contest of the charms.


Now I was able to walk and chew,
and hey, I was two.
I and she could now understand each other,
I was her everything and she needed no other.


I would try to walk and fall down,
But knowing she was with me,
the fear of getting hurt was now gone.
We still could not converse that effectively,
But she would understand my needs so easily.


I could now roam about free,
because now I have turned three.
I was ready to join a new world,
my academic life was now gonna mould.


She would dress me as best as a prince,
but when I would come back,
she would need at least an hour to rinse.
I was now able to talk,
I was a ferry and she was my dock.

I still remember the child, whose shirt I had tore,
Hey buddy, I have turned four.
I now came home a little late,
Nevertheless finding her waiting at the gate.
She would hug me and carry me in her arms,
it felt like flying through the farms.
We now did the homework together,
I would spoil the home and she used to work.


Years passed and now I was fifteen,
and with each year I would forget to lean.
I wouldn't care for what she said,
because now I had become mean.
She would ask me to study for a good future,
but I was busy in a different culture.
Now I had many shes in my life,
I dreamed of having one of them as my wife.


I changed a lot which she did not teach,
She would try to hug me but I was out of reach.
She still waited for me at the gate,
but I would look at her with utmost hate.
She would be awake till late in the night,
because I wasn't home, I was in a fight.
She had so much to scold, but she never did say,
hoping to find me better the next day.
Time went on and now I am grown,
lost in the world of my own.


I and she, between us have a river,
I have left her for my career.
When I was young, for me, she sacrificed her ambitions,
but I don't care, I now have my own mission.
I am not with her now, I am in a different city,
she is so old now but I don't even pity.


She needs me now but I am nowhere to find,
in the race for appraisal, I have become blind.
In a few years from now, I will be two,
there will be in my life someone new.
Then I'll forget even to bother,
I am her son and she is my Mother 

Your's Loving,

Ravneet

I MAKE THIS SOLEMN PROMISE TO YOU ...!

To be your lover when you need to be loved,

your doctor when you are ill,

your army when you go to war,

your umbrella when life rains down on you,

your rock when you get weary,

your shield when you need defense,

your spirit when you are drained,

your pillow when you need to rest,

your voice when no one can hear you,

your ear when no one will listen,

your comfort when you feel pain,

your hero when you are under duress,

your sunshine when darkness falls,

your answer when questions arise,

your inspiration to overcome obstacles,

your hand to hold when you are frightened,

your kiss that wakes you everyday,

and your love each and every night.

I am yours... all of me.

Ravneet.

A Special Room In My Heart ...!

 

I have a special “room” in my heart,

Held only for you, dear one.

It’s a room where I can close my eyes,

And dream ‘till the morn brings sun.

 

This special room is where I go

When my mind starts thinking of you.

It’s a place that only I know where,

My dreams and thoughts come true.

 

No one can enter, into this room,

For it’s you that holds the key.

And when I listen closely, I hear,

“Come darling and be with me”

 

My heart is filled with many rooms,

Some only meant for dreams.

Fantasy, ecstasy or a way to escape,

Let our minds flow like a stream.

 

So if someday, you enter my room,

It’s then that you will see,

A room of love and a heart that holds

More love than the deep blue sea.

 

Ravneet.