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When life gives you tears, don't feel down. Tears show you how worthy smiles are.

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Solitude - the silent incessant shadow of life.

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If ellipsis (...) is used to represent 'silence' of a person as in writing, I'm full of them right now ;-)
ah...I'd rather spell not those 7 letters...
Listening to its rhythm...unspoken but felt at fathom heart-depths...And I'm loving it... :-)

Aqua Tears

Aqua Tears
-Me

I know not whence I delved forth
Into my aquabode, nor do I know
The preciseness of my birth-hour.
All my blurred memory shows me
Is my first feeble stroke into water.
Mamma kissed my little cheeks,
Sacked me into the lone cradle
And swam by...
My neo-natal cries reached none
But the Holy Mothers serene.
They fed me, covered me safe and
I slept cozily in their lap, kindly they
Brought me up with like other juveniles.
Who named me Herring, but they?
Loved I life, it was merry and gay.
Loved I my mates, I wasn't the only orphan.
Loved I prayers, for then I talked to my Dad.
Loved I girlhood, mothers said I was pretty.
Loved I everything excepting the thoughts of
The nameless sinews that shared my blood.
Smooth were my days in the divine Haven,
Till time let me know I've grown big-
Big enough to think wide and wild,
Big enough to risk my tenderness,
Big enough to let the ugly Ginglys peep
Through my lone but gladsome glides.
My fins wear out fast in my struggles
But I wish not to give in.
No. I dare not give in. Sadly
I watch the narrow line that's between
Giving in and giving out.
Thanks Dad, you've left me with a bit
Something worthy to give and use-
If filial threads not any-,
Indeed the oil is slimy.
But the line is very narrow, Dad!
There I struggle-
Wriggle, wriggle and wriggle
Along that very narrow line,
My war-glides will go on guess
Until the Ultimate sigh,
I swim on,
Touched but untouched.

HELP:
1. Herring is an oily fish of the genus Clupea found in the shallow, temperate waters of the North Pacific and the North Atlantic oceans, including the Baltic Sea. Predator fishes like whales, sharks, ginglys, etc feed on them. It is an important economic fish.
2.Gingly is a nurse shark (Ginglymostoma Cirratum), which lives on the bottom around reefs and in bays and lagoons. It eats small fish and crustaceans.

Felix sit annus novus! :-)

Time in its mighty flight once again lifts the feeble ourselves to a brand new year. An eventful year of surprises, successes and smiles has just passed by. An equally joyous and mournful annum-2009. It gifted me with my much awaited sister-in-law Sonia. 2009 but took away to eternity our Sabna. No regrets, no complaints on this moment of thanksgiving to my Lord!

May 2010 be a milestone in the chronicle of our life. I'm feeling thrilled and energised at the Will of my Lord to let my life-thread not to be cut off yet. Special resolutions- not any, if you ask me. But yeah, some conscious efforts to let the past errors not repeat. Just a heart full of love, prayers, hopes and dreams for the unseen, unheard and unknown days yet to come. Surrendering completely to the Planner of my life. Flying on and on, to soar the heights or depths that He wishes me to reach.

Wishing everyone a blessed 2010 !!

Cheers,
Little Wing :-)

Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight!

Rock me to sleep
-Elizabeth Allen

BACKWARD, turn backward, O Time, in your flight,
Make me a child again just for to-night!
Mother, come back from the echoless shore,
Take me again to your heart as of yore;
Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care,
Smooth the few silver threads out of my hair;
Over my slumbers your loving watch keep;—
Rock me to sleep, mother,—rock me to sleep!

Backward, flow backward, O tide of the years!
I am so weary of toil and of tears,—
Toil without recompense, tears all in vain,—
Take them, and give me my childhood again!
I have grown weary of dust and decay,—
Weary of flinging my soul-wealth away;
Weary of sowing for others to reap;—
Rock me to sleep, mother,—rock me to sleep!

Tired of the hollow, the base, the untrue,
Mother, O mother, my heart calls for you!
Many a summer the grass has grown green,
Blossomed and faded, our faces between:
Yet, with strong yearning and passionate pain,
Long I to-night for your presence again.
Come from the silence so long and so deep;—
Rock me to sleep, mother,—rock me to sleep!

Over my heart, in the days that are flown,
No love like mother-love ever has shone;
No other worship abides and endures,—
Faithful, unselfish, and patient like yours:
None like a mother can charm away pain
From the sick soul and the world-weary brain.
Slumber's soft calms o'er my heavy lids creep;—
Rock me to sleep, mother,—rock me to sleep!

Come, let your brown hair, just lighted with gold,
Fall on your shoulders again as of old;
Let it drop over my forehead to-night,
Shading my faint eyes away from the light;
For with its sunny-edged shadows once more
Haply will throng the sweet visions of yore;
Lovingly, softly, its bright billows sweep;—
Rock me to sleep, mother,—rock me to sleep!

Mother, dear mother, the years have been long
Since I last listened your lullaby song:
Sing, then, and unto my soul it shall seem
Womanhood's years have been only a dream.
Clasped to your heart in a loving embrace,
With your light lashes just sweeping my face,
Never hereafter to wake or to weep;—
Rock me to sleep, mother,—rock me to sleep!

Smile

Smile
-Me

Smile at the sunshine, and the breeze.
Smile at the moon and the stars.
Smile at light, smile at the dark.
Smile at the meadows, and the highways.
Smile at the trees, and the skyscrapers.
Smile at the blossom, and the babe.
Smile at the passersby, smile at yourself.
Smile at good luck, and the misfortunes.
Smile in good times, and the adversities.
Smile at the smiles, and your tears.
Smile at love, smile at hate.
Smile at life, smile at death.
Smile at successes, and the failures.
Smile at perfection, and the mistake.
Smiles you give, smiles you take.
Smile, come what may or may not.
Smile always, always smile.