Hold my Hand by Hootie and The Blowfish

With a little love, and some tenderness

We'll walk upon the water
We'll rise above the mess
With a little peace, and some harmony
We'll take the world together
We'll take 'em by the hand


'Cause I got a hand for you
Oh, I want to run with you


Yesterday, I saw you standing there
Your head was down, your eyes were red
No comb had touched your hair
I said, get up, and let me see your smile
We'll take a walk together
Walk the road, awhile


'Cause I got a hand for you
I got a hand for you
'Cause I want to run with you
Won't you let me run with you, yeah?


Hold my hand, I want you to hold my hand
Hold my hand, I'll take you to the place
Where you can be
Hold my hand, Anything you want to be
Because I want to love you
The best that, the best that i can


See, I was wasted, and I was wasting time
Till I thought about your problems
I thought about your crimes
Then I stood up, and then I screamed aloud
I don't want to be a part of your problems
Don't want to be part of your crowd, no


Hold my hand, I want you to hold my hand
Hold my hand, I'll take you to the promised land
Hold my hand, maybe we can't change the world but
I want to love you, the best that...
The best that I can


Let me walk with you..
I wanna love you the best that...
The best that I can. The best that I can.

Who Am I .....

my existence, albeit pitiable, evokes both compassion and contempt. the life cycle that i know of, is square. and i fall back into this particular set of  circumstance in short intervals.

this conceptual fear instigates emotional upheaval.

repeated exposure to this heightened but artificial feelings eroded any pre-existing self respect and selflessness, making me less susceptible to the intense apprehension of danger. i open myself, without adequate protection, to physical and emotional harm. imploring for an overwhelming damage and destruction. i long to be set physically free, to be released of this socially imposed constraints.

to settle for less, is an abomination.

i am,

the breeze before the monsoon

the woe before the screaming

the accumulation of the decomposed

the comfort before the apocalypse

a perfectly crafted quiet exterior that obscures an otherwise severe inner commotion. discard whatever staid notions of what you know or think you knowand then maybe, you will really know.

it probably is alot easier said than done, but i think the act or attempt is potentially noble.

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, 'Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?' Actually, who are you not to be?You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

you must find a way to bend the light

and challenge the air

a way to dance in the dust

and honour the skies

a way to relish the clouds

and taste primary-coloured trouts

a way to preserve the mystery

and build bullet-proof walls

a way to listen to the wind

and eat without a sound

you must, above all,

find a way to ingratiate yourself with the follies of yesteryear

and savour it with a higher neutrality

all this you must.

Relationships....not an easy job to make them last

I was thinking the other day about how people view relationships. And, in my opinion, plenty of people look at them the wrong way. There are some who look for Mr or Miss Right. The perfect person. Well, they don't exist. 
There are people who never start a relationship with someone because all they look at are the flaws. It amazes me how many people do this. "They are perfect, but she laughs weird" etc etc. These people do not know what it means to love. The feeling is just so consuming that you need to experience it to believe it.

There are people who, when in a relationship, look at the other person and only see the good things. The perfect things. This is also wrong. Telling the other person they are perfect, saying that there is nothing wrong with them. Seeing them as "Prince Charming" is not right. This puts a large amount of pressure on the person to "stay perfect".
The way a relationship should work is this. Both parties see the flaws and perfections in the other person, and ACCEPT them. 
"He laughs weird, but I don't care, I love his sense of humor!"
"She couldn't care less about makeup, but that's why I love her."

I've heard it from many, many, many couples. They love the other because of the imperfections. Because of their quirks. That is what makes a relationship work. You love the other person because of the way they are, both the good and the bad. It amazes me when people pick apart their ex's.
Why?
Just because you didn't like their hobbies doesn't mean everyone will hate them. 
If it didn't work out, it's because it didn't work out. No other reason. You like Opera, he likes Trance. If you can like the fact he likes it (not actually like Trance) then that's something that needs to be looked at.
All the couples that I see have plenty of things in common, and plenty of things that are not. And they accept that. There are no couples that have EVERYTHING in common. Its the differences that make it interesting. 

Speaking of things in common. You need at least SOMETHING in common. That's what creates the spark. May that be a common hatred of square beef patties, dogs, or the love of all things bald.
If there is nothing in common, the relationship won't work. If there is too much in common, it gets boring.

In my opinion a relationship needs an equal part of the following things.

Physical Attraction
Mental Attraction
Sexual Attraction (different from Physical Attraction)

Physical Attraction basically translates to being able to stand the sight of them, even in the worst possible situation. I'll put it this way, One day your lover has the stomach flu, and sadly its coming out both ends. Yeah, that is gross, but would you hold the bucket? Would you hold back their hair? Comfort them in this time of need? If you can say yes without hesitation, then their physical self is something you accept and love, good or bad.


Mental Attraction translates into being able to accept their mind. This is a mess of things. Anything from sense of humor, to their ability to spell. If you can put up with the fact that your significant other can spell better and they can put up your errors, then that's a start. Once again, its about accepting the perfections as well as the flaws. For example, I like this girl's way of looking at the world. As cynical as it may be, I love how many of her views match with mine as well as differ. And because of that, we enjoy having small discussions or debates about our views. 

Last but not least, Sexual Attraction. This final piece is one of the most difficult pieces for people to understand. This is not about how sexy you find them in their bathing suit. This is not about how aroused you get if they bend over. This is more about being comfortable with their sexual choices, and sexual profile. Its about being able to enjoy the experience with the other, not attempting to please the other. Sex is a two person event. Both people need to be enjoying it. If one person feels to much pressure to please the other, it's no longer shared pleasure. It becomes work for the one, and unsatisfying to the other. Being relaxed, having fun, and enjoying that time together is what Sexual Attraction is all about. Saying "I would fuck her." is Sexual Desire, "I bet we could come up with so many crazy things..." is Sexual Attraction.

I think you get the idea. I personally know of two couples who seem to know exactly what I am talking about, and follow these things every day. I also know a few couples who are in the dark about this, and they will fall apart. 

"When you struggle with your partner, you are struggling with yourself. Every fault you see in them touches a denied weakness in yourself."
Relationships? Well, Sigmund. Relationships are so... fragile. It just takes one thing, one... tiny little offense, and it can snowball on ya. And if that snowball starts to pick up speed, God forbid, you'd better tuck and go, my friend.

And bam! The shine's off the apple. And that's when you find out that that pretty little girl you married isn't a pretty little girl at all. No, she's a man-eater. And I'm not talking about the "whoa-whoa, here she comes" kind of man-eater. I'm talking about the kind that uses your dignity as a dishtowel to wipe up any shreds of manhood that might be stuck inside the sink. And of course, I have tormented her from time to time, but, honest to God, that's what I thought relationships are all about. Also being bluntly honest, I still love her so very much that not a single day passes when I don't think about her. More so because of the fact that I realized much later that this relationship ended not because she is a Man Eater, but because I was insensitive to her basic needs and wants. So much so, that, by the end of that relationship, I honestly don't know who I hated more - her or me. I used to sit around and wonder... why our friends weren't trying to destroy each other, like we were. And here it turns out, the answer's pretty simple: They weren't un-necessarily unhappy. We were.

Relationships don't work they way they do on television and in the movies. Will they? Won't they? And then they finally do, and they're happy forever, gimme a break. Seven out of ten of them end because they weren't right for each other to begin with, and half of the ones who get married get divorced anyway, and I'm telling you right now, through all this stuff I have not become a cynic. I haven't. Yes, I do happen to believe that love is mainly about pushing chocolate-covered candies and, you know, in some cultures, a chicken. You can call me a sucker, I don't care, because I do... believe in it. I am still hoping for a miracle to happen and wish things get back to normal every single day.  
Bottom line: it's couples who are truly right for each other wade through the same crap as everybody else, but the big difference is they don't let it take them down. One of those two people will stand up and fight for that relationship every time. If it's right, and they're real lucky, one of them will say something. I just did for Us  !!!!!!

A CONFESSION

My darling, I know not if
My path has many ways.
But I found in you a saviour,
Someone to redeem me from where I am
I seek not anything from you
I wish not for anything
For I know, you too are a searcher like me
Seeking a way beyond birth and death.
Could your destiny meet mine?
Many a time I seek an answer;
Fate, destiny, coincidence 
- Call it anything.
It is a chance I rather would say
Fate has graciously given me;
To prove that life is after all not
A choice of prickly thorns.
Remember there are shadows even
In the bright sunlight
Why remember the shadows of the dark?...

FOR EVER AND ALWAYS YOURS …

This road is lonely; not a soul around.
The sky looks so majestic, with all its possession.
Your memory is filling me with all its opulence;
Then I saw a star weeping up there, glimmering,
Shedding its tears, into the clouds below.

Our futile birth has become the whimpering
Hand of a clock, indicating the seconds in life
Of the boundless eternity.
Grief and happiness mingle here;
And desires and passions die here;
Naturally without any cause or reasons.

In those days I sang for you to hear,
And I wrote poems for you to read.
But now you are not in my presence;
Only wilted dry petals of blossoms
Withered from the plaids of your hair
Remain here, reminding me of your
Exquisite smiles and laughter and
Your humorous prattle.

Man! Who created you in this earth?
Who glorified you in this life?
You have deserted me, but your
Memory still persists and enlivens
My soul- Everlasting, fresh and green,
Even after death ...for ever and always yours

EVANESCENCE

I no longer keep a grudge.
I no longer argue against your faith.
My delight is in your jubilation.
My glee is in your gratification.

When the blood is still warmer,
The spirit still unconquered,
This age is the best in a life time,
For all the thoughts and imagination
And creation, and pleasant ambitions.

The broken strings of a violin,
Will not give out an enthralling note.
Neither, the seared wings of an eagle
Will lift it, to a soaring height.

When happiness kneels before
Frustrations, the mind is in turmoil.
The heart pants, the emotions surge,
The soul cries, the tears well up,
The stars do not smile, the sky is a blank.
Bleak is the spirit, and no rainbows.

Our life is patterned as evanescent.
It glows now, and emanates its scent
For one day, perish and wither the third day
Like roses; and in time
Through generations, no one
Remembers, we existed…

Anything Will Do

Come talk to me, my love,

about the oceans blue-

the fishes swimming in them-

and the dolphins, too!

Or politics - the price of gas-

or places we could go!

We’ll talk of summer’s stifling heat,

and how you long for snow!

We’ll talk birds or butterflies!

Chicken vs. beef!

Pizza - thick or thin crust?

How many hours we sleep!

We’ll talk of songs we cherish!

The bands we love to hear!

The current book we’re reading.

The people we hold dear.

We can talk of favorite sports…

the ones we like the most!

Or even supernatural stuff!

(“Hey, do you believe in ghosts?”)

We can talk of silly things-

trivial or absurd!

Or, events that are earth shattering…

the worst we’ve ever heard!

We’ll share things that have passed us,

or what’s happening today!

Because there’s trust between us,

there’s nothing we can’t say.

Come talk to me, my love.

We’ll talk Artichokes, or Corn!

Or the stars above us, twinkling.

Or how the universe was born.

The Catterpillar Story

A small caterpillar woke up today,
to find that the world was just not the same.

He wore all his 16 shoes

to go out and look

But something just didn't feel right

so he kicked off the shoes

Then he went to cook his breakfast

Fry some eggs and toast some bread

But when he tried to eat it

It tasted all funny

Frustrated and depressed

He walked out of his hole

and went for a long walk

only barefoot

He came across a puddle

and was thankful for that

He dove into the little pond

quite unable to swim

Panting and cursing

He crawled out of the water

And finally he did what

he should've done earlier

Almost as an afterthought

he glanced at the pool

to see a reflection

that was just not his own

His mouth was tinier

of that he was sure

His hair looked funnier

not to be sorted with his back-pocket comb

But most prominent were the wings

Beautiful and shiny and green

Almost the entire length of his body

His transformation had taken him by surprise

And a pleasant one at that

He stretched his wings experimentally

and flew a little way.

So the lesson we learn
from this kind caterpillar
is that even the most suckiest days
can become truly awesome days!

Wondering how to say I Love You

I’m afraid to love you
Afraid the next time I reach for you you’ll turn away
Afraid that the memory of your lips will fade
That I’ll never taste their sweetness again
I’m afraid that the next time I see you
My heart will beat out of my chest

Unable to contain how you consume me
Silent or subtle I’ve been for months
Unsure of where I stood
Unsure of where I fit in your world
But as time passes and people change
I find the only consistency is my desire for you

They say ask and you shall receive
I am longing to ask you
Patience is the virtue I have always lacked
All I’ve ever wanted is reciprocity
For you to stay with me
Just one night to let me hold you

I don’t know how it would work
Where we would go
But how can you not be curious
The light shines on the other side of the moon
And I would move the heavens to create a space for your heart and mine
Tighter I feel my chest is getting

Every day that passes I wonder if you are remembering
How much you mean to me
I am afraid to love you
Afraid that if you know how much I feel
You will think it too much to take
Afraid that you wont tell me that you don’t feel the same

Even worse still you wont tell me if you do
Does your heart beat louder when the phone rings
Are you hoping that it’s me?
Does the hair on the back of your neck tingle
When you are sitting close to me

Do you wonder where I go when I’m not with you?
Do you wonder who I speak to when I am not speaking with you?
Are you scared to lose me?
Scared to love me
Are you afraid that it has all been a dream?

That our moment wasn’t real
That I don’t feel what you feel
Kiss me again
Let me hold your face in my hands one more time
Let me show you that you need to be mine
That I will cherish your heart with all that I have
That if you left tomorrow, never to come back

I would mourn the loss of you until the day i die
Infinite tears would be shed, on my pillow
Do not even bother asking why because you did this
You made this connection; I have not been able to shake it
You spend your time with those silly girls
And I am here trying to feign joy for you

Knowing they could never see the truth
That lies behind your eyes
They will never know how your voice changes when your smiling
Even over the phone, when your alone, and you don’t tell me
I can hear your smile and it makes me smile
Even if we were temporary the attempt would change my life
I would cross-oceans, climb mountains
Search the desert to find the key to your heart

I would hold it close to me
Let it become one with me
You are one for me
And yet I find myself afraid to tell you
Afraid you won’t feel the same
Afraid one day you wont remember my name
Afraid there will be a new him to yet again replace me

I don’t want to miss a lover
Couldn’t bear to lose a friend
Do you trust me?
Because I think I’m diving in
Will you catch me?
Because I’ve been falling since the day we met
Can you see me?

Because since we kissed
I’ve been floating high above the clouds
Wondering how to say
I love you