A gift for Knowing You!

There are gifts of many treasures
For both the young and old,
From the tiniest little trinkets
To great boxes filled with gold.

But, put them all together
And they could not stand in queue,
Of the greatest gift of all
The gift of knowing you.

When your times are filled with troubles
Sadness, grief, or even doubt,
When all those things you planned on
Just aren't turning out.

Just turn and look behind you
From the place at which you stand,
And look for me through the shadows
And reach out for my hand.

I will lift from you your burden
And cry for you your tears,
Bear the pain of all your sorrows
Though it may be for a thousand years.

For in the end I would be happy
To have helped you start a new,
It's a small price to pay
For the gift of knowing you.

The Boy in the Mirror

I look in the mirror and see a boy,

Who is staring back at me.

I don't know who he is,

Because he's not the boy I wanna be.

he puts a smile on,

While inside he is falling apart.

he says, "I'm okay",

As pain fills his heart.

he pretends not to care,

As everyone slowly walks away.

he hides behind his mask,

And pretends to be okay.

he is scared to open up,

And call someone his best friend.

They all turn out the same,

And never really care in the end.

he is scared to let people close,

It always ends up as heartache.

he decides to trust someone,

But it always ends up as a big mistake.

he feels like a stranger in his own home,

Like he doesn't even belong.

he tries the best he can,

But it always seems to be wrong.

he freezes up at the word "love",

People throw it around too much.

His muscles constrict,

As he is afraid to be touched.

he has ideas for the future,

Hopes and dreams of his own.

But he doesn't hold his breath,

Because disappointment is all he has ever known.

he asks, "Why am I never good enough",

"Why am I always second choice"?

People tell him he's got to stand up for what he wants,

he's got to find his own voice.

I know who I wanna be,

It's all so much clearer.

But the fact of life is,

I'm only the boy in the mirror.

We are Boys ,Americans are men!!!

The fact is Osama bin laden is killed and not state managed by US. There is a crystal clear of his body which has been shown by all major channels and the US is going to show to all the media. With regard to the other issue of India doing or asking the similar thing about the other India centric terrorists is nothing but a pipe dream. First we are not US, second, the world gives respects only to those who are not only brave, but act like a brave. We, the Indians, especially this UPA has lacks it completely. One Won't be surprised that people like, Digvijaya Singh and more specifically, the nonsense called, "Mani Shankar Iyer" will give their expert opinion, how it will demoralize the Muslims!.. The plain truth is we could not decide the fate of the person who has been given death sentence by the supreme court for parliament attack, fearing, backlash from, "Kashmir Muslims".. when this is the state of affairs in this banana republic, it is too much to ask any meaningful act from this inept government. We have to salute the Americans, they have difference of opinion among themselves, especially that of Republicans and Democrats, but when it comes to their Country, they will do, like what Bush said, when the twin tower collapsed, " Mark our words, we will smoke them out".. This is what a country is expected to behave..and should be. Not like Chidambaram and the other candle light Wallas, plea to hand over the mastermind of mumbai terror.. We are boys..Americans are MEN. That is the difference

The End of Another Relation!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Your smile is worth a thousand lives and your love is worth a million deaths.You said "i like you" and you mean so much to me and i mean nothing to you or a world that doesn't care. I don't want anyone to have you or your love but you let go of my hand and i slipped away.You stood there watching as my world came crashing down and did nothing to help.Your smile is worth a thousand lives but your love is worth more. You say i like you but you don't mean it. i told you goodbye once and now i say it again i hope you have a good life but i wont get to finish mine. Your life seems to be better without me in it to hold you back.You kept telling me you loved me but it was all lies your smile is worth a thousand lives and your love even more. You told me that i was your soul-mate but you were wrong and now I'm gone. you told me you would save me but you let me go and i begged you to stay but now I'm gone.

Missing A Friend

Can a heart be felt from afar
I ask this question
As I wish upon a star
That my thought might reach
Wherever you are

Since we first met
I read your poems and felt your heart
I felt you from the start
Friendship naturally grew
I feel the feeling will not part
Through all the kind things

We have as friends shared
I wonder if you realized
How much I felt you and cared
Up or down, no matter how we fared

Time has passed
Feelings have had time to rest
It seems something must be expressed
Of all the people I've ever met in life
You're among the few I miss and like best

I wish of course there were more like you
But, honestly, I don't feel so many in view
Who weathered storms and sadness deep
And still have hopeful hearts to see things new
If we're apart too long I still think of you