Basking in the moon-lit blue night....

I walk along the sea shore....

Mystic smell filled the air....

I look for my love whom I adore....

Lapping waves set the background..

I listen to my heart beats rhyming his name..

Each step on the wet sand..

Took me closer to my love..

Silent breeze blew my way..

Making me feel he is away...

Did they bring his kisses...

They did not wait to say....

The night was still young...

The stars twinkled in the velvety sky..

I counted them and they equalled our dreams...

Until I lost the count....

I made a wish and sent it to heaven..

To tell HIM that

You are my Wish, Hope, Dream..

Dont leave my heart alone taking my soul away....

ADM: The Prince of the iland..no more explanations and no comparisions...the one and only Aditya....

slipperywaysnme: We are there for each other as "grips" when we slip!

You came along
Till then I was missing a part of me
Till then there was emptiness
You made me feel whole

You showed me the happiness of my life
With the love you showered on me
I knew that when I met you
And my heart skipped a beat.

If two halves make a whole
Then we are complete now
I am anything you want me to be
In your love, in your love

You are a part of me
In your heart I will always be
Keep me in your arms
I feel beautiful when in your embrace

You kiss me with tender care
Love like ours is so very rare
For there is no one else
I could ever need
We are together I do love you so much now and forever.......

I can see the stars, moon shine in your eyes
I want to be there forever, a long long time
You gave me your heart and soul
For me to hold on and I will never let you go....

Thinking of you
In the stillness of this star lit night
Hearing you
Whispering my name softly
So much to share with you
But those words are lost in me
Your absence is killing me
You are there and me here
Wish that will change
And I will finally have you near
I look up on you
My heart is full of you.........
The angels send you here
For me forever
I never meant this to happen
But I am glad it did happen
All that shared between you and I
Will be a treasure in my heart
Hear this from my heart
All that matters to me is you...only you...
And I want and cant have is you.....

you are my love
you are my life
you are my heart
you are my strength
you are my bright day
you are my beautiful night
you are my passion
you are my life's reason
you are my heaven
you are my dream
you are my music
you are my smile
you are my future
you are my peace of mind
you are my happiness....

we will never part
without you life is never complete...

Will you be my Valentine??

When you walked into my life
And knocked on my heart's door,
I never dreamed you held the key,
To a world of love and more,
And once that you stepped in,
How was I to know,
You'd decorate my life with love,
And make my heart your home

When I see your smile,
Theres a view of all my dreams,
All my hopes and wishes,
And a love for eternity,
When you put your arms around me,
I've never felt so much,
Until the day I found you,
I never knew real love.

I'll stand beside you always,
And give you all my love,
I could never leave you,
Even when the times are tough,
To only you I'll make this promise,
And know you can always believe,
That for as long as I live,
You'll be all I need.

............Hilda

Little Moments Of Joy
- by Barry Kingsley


Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a living. It was a cowboy's life, a life for someone who wanted no boss. What I didn't realize was that it was also a ministry.

Because I drove the night shift, my cab became a moving confessional. Passengers climbed in, sat behind me in total anonymity, and told me about their lives. I encountered people whose lives amazed me, ennobled me, made me laugh and weep.

But none touched me more than a woman I picked up late one August night.

I was responding to a call from a small brick fourplex in a quiet part of town. I assumed I was being sent to pick up some partiers, or someone who had just had a fight with a lover, or a worker heading to an early shift at some factory for the industrial part of town.

When I arrived at 2:30 a.m., the building was dark except for a single light in a ground floor window. Under these circumstances, many drivers would just honk once or twice, wait a minute, then drive away. But I had seen too many impoverished people who depended on taxis as their only means of transportation. Unless a situation smelled of danger, I always went to the door. This passenger might be someone who needs my assistance, I reasoned to myself. So I walked to the door and knocked.

"Just a minute," answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor. After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 80s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940's movie.

By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets. There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.

"Would you carry my bag out to the car?" she said.

I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman. She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb. She kept thanking me for my kindness.

"It's nothing," I told her. "I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated."

"Oh, you're such a good boy," she said.

When we got in the cab, she gave me an address, then asked, "Could you drive through downtown?"

"It's not the shortest way," I answered quickly.

"Oh, I don't mind," she said. "I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice."

I looked in the rear view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. "I don't have any family left," she continued. "The doctor says I don't have very long."

I quietly reached over and shut off the meter. "What route would you like me to take?" I asked.

For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl. Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.

As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, "I'm tired. Let's go now."

We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico. Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her. I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.

"How much do I owe you?" she asked, reaching into her purse.

"Nothing," I said.

"You have to make a living," she answered.

"There are other passengers," I responded.

Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly.

"You gave an old woman a little moment of joy," she said. "Thank you."

I squeezed her hand, then walked into the dim morning light. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life.

I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly, lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient at the end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?

On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life. We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments. But great moments often catch us unawarebeautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.

People may not remember exactly what you did, or what you said, .but they will always remember how you made them feel.

I Will Live.....

I will not die an unlived life.
I will not live in fear of falling or catching fire.

I choose to live by days, to allow my living to open me, to make me less afraid, more accessible, to loosen my heart until it becomes a wing, a torch, a promise.

I choose to risk my significance; to live so that which comes to me as seed goes to next as blossom and that which comes to me as blossom, goes as a fruit.