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Aditi Narayan
http://aditi.purpledream.com |
A Long Wait
04/09/04 |
They all sat and laughed.
They sat awake on the same bed
gossiping like little school girls.
They lay asleep on the same bed,
and dreamed one dream...
that they would always be together.
What they didn't realize was
that they had to fight for their dreams.
Now one friend is gone...
They roamed the city with sadness
in their eyes,
with love for the one that had gone...
Prayers seemed useless to them,
for their prayer for the return of
their friend was not answered.
They started to go on with life...
They all sat and laughed.
Cried together and hugged each other...
They lay asleep on the same bed,
and dreamed one dream...that they would
always be together.
Again they forgot that they had to
fight for their dreams.
Another friend left them.
From 7 people, it had gone down to 5.
From 7 smiles, it had gone down to 5.
From 7 children, it later went down to 1.
Their paths were different...
Someday, somewhere, these 7
shall be together again.
They will laugh together and
gossip like little school girls.
They will share their sorrows together
and will lay asleep on the same bed
dreaming the same dream...
that they will always be together.
The difference is...
they know they have to fight for their dreams.
Never forget that you always have a choice in life's decisions. Everything in life happens for a reason...and a dream will stay a dream...until and unless you fight for it...
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My Very Own Family
06/10/04 |
I love this place. I love my family...I love the way we all go to sleep together in that cold basement and warm ourselves with our unlimited warmth. I love the way we sit out on the patio, all wrapped up in sweaters n jackets talking about every little thing. I love the way we wake up to the sound of the bathroom flush or the sound of happy laughter from upstairs. I love the way we all help in cooking and cleaning; the way we laugh about every stupid little thing...the way we blast the music in the car and have our own little party. I love the way we relax and massage each other's backs and feet...I love the way this family of mine love each other.
I love the way we can all appreciate the beauty of the world. I love the way the sun rises ever-so-slowly in the morning at 4:30...I love the way the dogs bark and run circles around their owner. I love the way the sky seems bright with darkness in the night. I love the way the rest of the world seizes to exist when I'm with my family...I love the way God made us so that we can love our family the way we do...
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The Dream Of An Indian
07/09/04 |
Life is so cruel, yet so kind.
I live like a princess,
While my fellow countrymen
Lay asleep on the dirty footpath.
What is expected of me?
Am I to grow to rule this land?
Am I to grow to live on the streets?
Or am I to grow to live as one with my
Countrymen?
"What will you have me do, my countrymen?..."
I spit in the face of hate,
I kiss the feet of love,
I bow my head in front of respect,
And I grasp the hand of happiness and prosperity.
I promise to make you proud, my countrymen.
Never will I let you fall -
I will hold you and guide you.
Do with me as you would with your servant,
For that is what I am -
Your servant, your daughter, your guide.
"Let me serve you, as you deserve."
Let me make you proud...
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Confusion
01/03/05 |
The sun came up and lit the sky,
The grass was wet with early-morning dew,
the dodo dropped it's eggs in the crow's nest,
The skylark started its melodious singing,
And the owl sat blinking on the apple tree.
The sound of a car suddenly coming to a stop,
The sight of a young woman rushing off to work,
The sight of a middle-aged man walking his children to school,
The smell of morning coffee,
And the owl sat blinking on the apple tree.
The sun sank down and "rested behind the mountains",
The moon came up and brightened the dark sky,
The skylark stopped and rested on the apple tree,
The owl shut its eyes and slowly fell asleep,
The crow took care of the unknown dodo's eggs,
And God sat watching on his creations below.
The world is subjected change and so are we. Some don't like change and try to avoid it, and in the end they are the ones that remain confused...accept change, make the best out of it, don't avoid it.
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Believe
06/30/06 |
Darkness is blinding my eyes,
Love is a distant voice I can barely hear,
Despair is clutching at my feet
And slowing me down;
I know I will make it.
Lost in a world of dreams,
Running towards familiar faces,
Tears running down my cheeks,
I know I will make it.
I Stop to check if my feet can still
Feel the ground beneath my feet,
My body aches with each move I make;
I used to think this was unfair.
I know I will make it.
As light starts to conquer darkness
And my mind realizes that I am still awake,
I realize that I made it through;
I am alive. I knew I would make it.
Believe.
Because I made it, though, does not mean
That I will never have to face it again.
I have learned not to have any enemies.
I have made everyone my friend.
Despair is my friend; She visits me
Time and again.
Love is my friend. He never leaves my side.
Dreams are my friends. They accompany
Me wherever I go.
God is my friend. He is the one who
Carries me through.
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