Him

Every night I dream of him, of our love One that's never been when I wake I shed a tear missing the twinkle in his eyes I close my eyes, wising with all my might to once more feel him I shed silent tears though its been a couple of years I have been in love with him the guy who stole my heart but was never mine.

On my mind

Was mulling over my favorite song and from the recent times, this one from Nagesh Kukunoor's Aashayein undoubtedly wins hands-down. I love the lyrics, they just seem so apt. Here they are, for your reading pleasure:

ab duniya se shikwa nahi hai
na raha ab zindagi se gila
kiska karam hai kiski dua hai
ya naseebo se tu mujhko mila
ab jo mile ho door na jaana
tere bina dil lagta nahin

mera jeena hai kya marna hai kya
jab saath tera nahi
paa ke rab kya karun jab tu hi mera nahin

berang se din the tanha thi raatein
kuch na badalta jo tum na aate
kehne ko yun toh rishtey kahin hai
rishton mein koi apna nahin

mera jeena hai kya marna hai kya
jab saath tera nahi
paa ke rab kya karun jab tu hi mera nahin

kyun chup gaya hai ankhiyon ko meeche
sharmon haya ke pardon ke peeche
apne sanam se parda hai kaisa
jab ke khuda se parda nahin

mera jeena hai kya marna hai kya
jab saath tera nahi
paa ke rab kya karun jab tu hi mera nahin

Forgiveness

It is very easy to forgive others their mistakes. It takes more gut and gumption to forgive them for having witnessed your own.

How we hate to be seen as our most naked selves! We feel noble when we forgive others their awful mistakes, yet we become paralyzed with guilt and shame when we realize that they have caught us in our worst moments. It is so tempting to try to find something wrong with them and take the focus off what we have done. We have always been told, that the best defense is a good offense. How hard it is to let ourselves claim and own our mistakes.! Yet, also how freeing.

We have the possibility of not only forgiving those who have witnessed our mistakes but also of embracing them as a gift to help keep us honest.

Sometimes my gifts are so well-wrapped I have difficulty recognizing them as such. As I unwrap myself, I can unwrap each present.