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His wait for true love …

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All he wanted was her

in his dreams, in his life, and in his arms

she did not betray him

she did not walk away from him

she was his dream, the dream he always wanted to live for

Yet, the pain was more than he could bare

little did he realize that life was playing a game with him

losing her even when they could unite was irritating him to the core

he still has her, yet she was far beyond his reach

it was like, he knew she was just his, yet she cannot be

the agony was more than betrayal

the helplessness killed him inside every moment

the moment he sees her, he held her closer to him, as if he has never lost her

the time they shared were the most memorable ones

the life he wished to live with her remained a dream

even in pain, he loved her the most

their love was unique, he knew that

all he could do was- love her

which he did to the core of his heart

their mere existence was to love each other

he knew he cannot be with her, yet he knew she cannot be anyone else’s .

their love was magical, yet a utopian tale for others

he felt being the luckiest man when she comforted him with much pleasure and joy

he felt she was the one made for him

he wanted to share his life with her

he wanted to fall into sleep on her lap

he wanted to look in her eyes and dream a life together

he wanted her shoulder to cry on

he wanted her hands to caress his soul

he wanted her to be his wife and walk along with him in every hurdle

Yet, the game, the universe played with them was unfair

still, he felt, that his deep wait was answered with her arrival in his life

he knew they detoured from their  souls once,  yet they were never lost 

as they united 

He thanked for every moment he was with her and loved her to the core

his heart could bear …

Is winning important?

I am always an average person who thinks that winning is not an important part. From my childhood I was always inquisitive about competitions , I participated in everything and even helped my opponents too. There were quite many instances wherein I used to run to ย the stage start up my speech, which I had trouble memorizing and stopped there staring at the huge crowd in front of me, and smiled and ran off. It was just for a moment I used to feel awkward. then again it becomes a matter of fun in ur talks.

I loved participating always, even it was a running race. I was aways physically plump from the beginning , no regrets for that, hence whenever I said I wanted to be a part of running race, people mocked at me. Of course, I might look like a ball rolling around on the track. Still, I took pleasure in doing so. And of course, I won third price ones, even some relay races – which added my confidence level a bit higher.

I believed that I can do whatever I like, and if it was meant for me, I would get it too.

Singing was a far dream for me, especially when it comes to reciting a Malayalam poem ( my native language) . I was like an express in talking as well as singing, so there were no chances of me to win anything in it. The fun part is , I always joined such competitions , and made a laughing stock of myself. Never mind. To my surprise ,even though I didn’t win that competition, there was another instant where our teacher asked me to recite the same poem for a musical drama. That was quite inspiring for me.

In most of my cases in life, I have never left without trying except for driving. Am too bad behind the wheels. Actually, No plans to die and get hurt in an accident, just because of my own fault. ๐Ÿ˜›

Today ,when my daughter brought in a medal from her playschool . The joy was tremendous on her face. I wish every school recognized every participant in the same way , and not just give the winners everything. Losers are equally important as they at least tried and will trying forever until they win, so they are the true winners.