Continued...Death: I Love you

Hi Friends,

I am going to try something stupid. I was trying to post something to bore you all for last few days. But to your good luck I was empty in key board to type a mess. Then I started reading my previous posts and the comments. I stopped at the comments of the post "Death: I Love You". The comment on the post by Deepa was better than the post itself. I also replied in a messy poetic way.

After few minutes I felt, why not post it to increase the headache of my friends. And here is the comment by Deepa (A girl's wish for her Love) and my reply (A boy's reply for the sake of his Love) on the base origional post "Death: I Love You"


A Girl's wish for her Love:

Oh my love, if you wish to die on my laps,
You will be granted
I will wear the pain as a reward of love.
Love always not end with death,
I will live to prove that.
I will bear the pain until death.
The pain of not being with you,
The pain of lonely life like an empty afternoon,
The pain symbol of our love I bear until the death.


A boy's reply for the sake of his Love

Oh my sweet heart...
Love is great and you will be with your sacrifice...
But what is my fault....
All will praise you for your dedication....
how can I stay with a heavy heart ...
You will have a lonely afternoon...
how can I bear the load "the pity" from dawn to dusk...

I love you...
How can I give you up...
How can I leave you alone....
Oh God! Please don't make me selfish...


Oh God! give me death....
but don't give living death to my sweet heart...
Oh God! Teach me death, but don't teach my sweet heart what is pain....


Oh God! Please make my last two wish fulfilled, before I die.....
I will have no complain....
I will love to love death as much time you send me through birth....






Got headache ? Now go and search for some medicine


Love
Saktishree

My eyes turned into a womb.....

This is an expression of a girl's LOVE


There is a new kind of
Rain in my heart…
I am fully flooded…..

My eyes turned into a womb
Since they have bore your image…..

I don’t know how
Others are getting the smell of my eyes….
Eyes….with glittering diamonds
When I could not see you…

When the Love cyclone
hit my heart…..
I turned beautiful….
I was born again newly……

There is a new kind of
Rain in my heart…
I am fully flooded…..

Just Observe....Don't Involve

Compassion doesn’t mean feeling sorry or sad for others. It means you do not judge. When you see an act you can see the perfect circumstances this action arose from. For this kind of observation you need to move beyond the limited mind and see reality as it is in each moment. You never take on others’ pain. What we mean by saying that is that others’ pain reflects our own pain. This is why it feels so painful and heavy. At the end of the day it is all about us. When you move beyond the small self and become the observer, you do what has to be done and you accept what can not be changed. How do you know when is what? By being fully in the moment.

Be an Observer……don’t involve

Death: I Love You................

Death is a great sleep. The whole turmoil of life ...all miseries, all excitements, anxieties simply disappear, are no longer relevant. You fall back into the original unity of existence. You become part of earth. Body loves the mother earth, breath loves the open air, and your warmth loves the eternal sun, your water to the ocean and your inner sky meeting with the outer sky. This is death. How can one hate death?

Death is not an enemy…..but a great friend. Death has to be welcomed; death has to be waited for, with a heart full of Love. If you think it as an enemy, you will die, nothing can prevent….but you will die in an agony as you are resisting the irresistible. In resistance you have to fight, you have to give up all your joys while fighting….but you cant win…..do you love to die defeated. You will be unconscious in the last moment in tired and you can’t learn the last teaching of life, the death, the eternal truth. You can’t remember what had happened when you died. You will not remember that Death was a door into the divine. You will be carried through the door, but on a stretcher, unconscious. You will miss a great opportunity.

But my dear God please to make my death more beautiful......make my death in the lap of my beloved, make my last glance to see her face, make my hand to touch her for the eternity. I will never complain.... I will love to love death as much time you send me through birth....

She

She is someone who knows me through and through, knows why I do things I do, knows my faults are what they are loves me as I am.

She understands the inner 'me', my moods, my insecurities and accepts me at my worst....yet helps me to be the best I can.

She knows the dreams I hold, the longings, the fears and the hopes I hide. She keeps my secrets safe and always hopes my dreams come true.

As days come and go, She'll always be there for me. I know, loving, caring, accepting, without end....
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I Love You

Hi,

I know this stupid fellow is here, but the heart is there with you always. I feel embarrass as I cant see you aside...what a fool I am....you are always in my feelings, in my breath and and I am searching out. I am selfish, I dont love you as the sweetest creation of the almighty, but I love you as I feel ease thinking about you. I know you possess such a big heart that my foolished selfishness will find a little unnoticed space without affecting your smile....

Waiting for you
.......Sakti

Can you ever be mine !!!

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You - What to write about you ?

Unknowingly we came close

the nearer you drew......the more scared was I

To be more precise....

My self-confidence gave way.

I wanted nobody to break the shell I was in

even though the shell was delicate

But.......it was you who broke it first !

Once you entered......I wanted to remove its frailty

and make it strong.......

So strong that nobody could enter it

And the most important thing............You can't go out !!!

But it was a myth.....

A guy for whom....Lie....Ever and Truth....Never

Now, when I think about you....

knowing that we are moving apart and apart

diametrically opposite sides.....

The heart which tried to avoid you once......

the eyes which hated your look....

the ears which were deaf to your voice....

are thirsting for them.....!!!

Can you ever be mine ?

With Love, Sakti

Lie....Ever, Truth....Never

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Let's Cry......

I hope you will agree on the point that women are more emotional and sensitive. Ever wondered why? If both men and women are the best creations of the almighty then how the emotional value system is totally opposite? I am not a genius or philosopher to discuss the rational behind that. I am sharing my views and trying a foolish attempt to understand the psychological behavior of men and women on LOVE, HATE and EMOTION

What I am going to tell will be clearer if you have observed women very closely. Just a flower is worth enough than a big lecture to your woman. You may not able to say something to your woman but you can give her a flower, or just at the way you look at her, the way you are charmed by her, the way your eyes have a glint is enough. Women are very understanding about that. In fact, if you talk too much, that is all junk. A woman doesn’t see what you are saying; she sees what you are feeling. That is one of the problems: the man thinks, “I am talking such beautiful things, I am being so loving, I am saying such great things,” and the woman is simply uninterested!

Sometimes you are silent and the woman understands. N the way you look at her, or you hold her hand, or just sit in simple silence where not a single word is uttered, something is communicated.

The woman is still intuitive and more natural than man, wilder than man; that’s her beauty. And that is the hope for humanity, that at least half of humanity is still wild, uncivilized. There is hope that the other half will also fall back into un-civilization, will become uncultured again.

The way of the heart is beautiful and dangerous. The way of the mind is ordinary but easy and safe. The man has chosen the safest and shortcut way of life while the woman has chosen the most beautiful, but the most mountainous, dangerous path of emotions, sentiments, moods.

This is, as per me, the primary reason why most of the times a woman feel the society is not fit for a woman to live in as the society is ruled by man and follows the constitution of reason and logic.

As far I am concerned, mind is a shortcut if we are going outward and exploring everything materialistic while heart is a very long way. But if we are going inward and trying to understand ourselves, heart is the shortest. And mind is the longest way you can think of.

We are leaving in a wrong trained euphoria. Man has been trained to be strong, to be manly, and all this is nonsense (you are free to differ). No man cries and lets his sadness or joy flow through his tears because he has been told since he was a child that tears are for women, it is girlish. Men never cry and weep.

But then what are tears for? Is it just a salty fluid created by mistake? No, like we feel cool after sweating, we can feel calm after crying. But we are ashamed. Tear is a language gifted along with smile by God. Languages communicate our learning experience to the world. Similarly when we experience very high sorrow or happiness, that experience starts overflowing through tears. You may be so sad that words fail to express what you feel but 10 ml. of salty tear will explain. Simple na?

That’s the main reason why women get less mad as compared to men. Men believe in whole selling, they accumulate the pain and explode in a big way. But women prefer retail business, everyday they purchase some happiness and laugh and loose some sentiments and cry.

So my dear friends, if you are a man pls practise to CRY and if you are a WOMAN please tell your dear ones(Men) to cry.......ha ha..... how pessimistic.

(Inspired by one writing / speech …I forgot. But basic thanks to him / her)

LIE....the eternal Truth

Hey….have you ever thought how many LIE you are telling in a day? May be Yes, may be No. Let’s think about a situation….you asked me my name….I told my name is GOD. When your friend asks you, “Who he is?” you replied, GOD. But I am not actually. I have lied. As per you, you have told the truth but in absolute value it’s a lie. Isn’t it funny? May be, may not be.

What is Truth? What is Lie? Are we mature enough to define it? May be Yes, may be No. Before Galileo all thought earth is constant and Sun is revolving....All our Epics are also followed the same.... many crores of people died with that fact (LIE) thinking that as the absolute truth (Lie).....but in one day all changed. People started believing and joked on them on their ignorance. But this did not last long. Scientist of 20^th century proved that Sun is also moving like Earth, not constant. Now we are laughing on your grand parents and great grand parents. What a fun? Who knows when the so called truth for us will be a reason for laugh for our next generation? Now you tell which is true....the belief of truth or the truth itself?

I believe LIE is the ultimate and absolute truth in the universe. See Truth is changing with time but LIE, with the change of time it is caring, loving and accepting the yesterday’s truth into its lap. Curdling and telling, dear truth, don’t worry, let the whole universe hate you and make joke on you as you became a LIE today, but I am yours, always yours, I knew you will come one day to me. Believe me I will not let you out to the world of TRUTH which has no meaning, no heart but a language…….

Truth or Lie is just an interpretation of language. Have you ever heard an animal lying? A tree or a mountain? No, they are not as they don’t have any language. If language is not there then there is no truth no Lie....Truth or Lie is just to categorize the state of mind of people.....We are too complex and consciously unlearn how to communicate through heart and learned thousands of language and countless LIE. Who thinks by his/her heart, your so called truth or lie is helpless to find their own meaning at them. Animals think and do by heart....they have no importance for truth or Lie............Wish I were an animal.

Hey, are you getting bored or confused after reading this? I hope so and you should be as I love to bore people with this kind of LIE, the eternal truth.

LIE…..Ever, Truth….Never

LOVE: The business inside

Hi,

This is an extension of the previous post "Unconditional Love". The objective is not to tell you what is LOVE.........its to realize and to understand are we on the right track to understand it as it is.

What do you do, when you meet somebody you think may become a love partner?

Pop lyrics describe the surface reactions at length, but underneath it’s likely that you’ll start a checklist. You’ll want to check if s/he is going to give you what’s missing from your life.

If you are looking for stability, you will ask if s/he is going to be a rock. If you are looking for financial security, money will go onto your list. If you feel you are weak in spiritual dialogue, you will itemize his/her spiritual qualities. You will also ask, is s/he loving, strong, or weak? Or, weak enough so that you feel strong? It is often a very long checklist.

Then you will score your list by points. Your overall score will tell you whether s/he will fulfill all of your needs, to be loved, to feel secure, to belong. Whether s/he will fit with who you are (insert self description here, like educated, wild, conservative, introverted, family oriented).

When we perceive ourselves as being incomplete, we constantly look for another to complete us. In the language of love, the phrase “you complete me” is a common one.

Making your list is the first step in the business of love: preparing to barter.

The deal on the table is, “I will love you if you will provide me with all the missing parts that I need to be a complete person.”

Building your checklist starts from the first moment of meeting, and you will modify and add to it throughout the days, weeks, months-even longer-until you know either way.Or think you do.

Maybe the candidate passes the “checklist of acceptance” stage, and is willing to barter. That is, when s/he has done a checklist on you, and you have passed. You both move to the second stage of the contract, testing whether expectations will be fulfilled.

For example, you will test out clauses that say, “I expect you to make me:

- feel safe

- feel happy

- feel attractive

- feel important

- feel like I belong

- feel I am desirable

- feel ……and the list continues with a positive hope for modification

If one of the parties fails to fulfill the other’s expectations, then pain, frustration, disappointment and anger will arise. The deal might begin to fall apart right here.

If the second stage does work (for a while, anyway) you’ll likely move up to Stage 3 of the deal. Here are the clauses that require the other to “become just like me.”

- You should think like me

- You should love like me

- You should act like me

- You should desire like me

- You should dream like me

- You should clean the kitchen like I do

- You should be like me

The business approach to love is a process of barter: it is always conditional. Every time you draft a contract to love that’s based on your own needs, you write the conditions for potential suffering. The moment one of the signatories in the love contract does not receive their part of the bargain, the so-called “love” starts fading.

By contrast, true love can’t fade or stop. True love is unconditional and can exist only when you feel complete in yourself. True love manifests from this experience of oneness. Loving others means loving yourself: accepting your failings, inadequacies, or needs and no longer requiring someone else to complete them. True love means you may dislike people’s behavior or not agree with their actions but it will not affect the love and compassion that you experience towards them.

When you look back at your love relationships that failed, with people that you thought you loved intensely, you may be puzzled that you don’t anymore. The more you feel you loved them then, the more likely it is, now, that you actually feel resentment or hate towards them.

If this happens, then you should know you never loved them from the beginning. You were simply involved in the business of love.

Now lets think about ourselves...............let's look back at our life........

Can we say that we ever truly loved? Unconditionally and without needs?

If the answer is YES...you are the chosen one and if the answer is NO..............


Am I making a blunder as usual ?

Am I talking about something not necessary ? Pls help me to correct my thinking by posting your comments ....

Love
Sakti...

Unconditional LOVE

Sometimes I think when everything is with a purpose and preconditioned….how come Unconditional love? It hunted me and my mind for quite a long time. The objective of this writing is to pen down what I feel and to gather what you feel about this.

Generally we pour all kinds of unnecessary meanings into the unconditional love’s bucket, like; I must like everything and everybody, I need to accept all behaviors and take non sense from others because we are one etc. As per me unconditional love means you do not put conditions on loving that suit your lower self. The feeling of loving doesn’t change, it is constant but within it you can still say goodbye to a boy(girl)friend that you may not like to be with anymore. But still you don’t stop loving him \ her but you may stop seeing him \ her. Am I confusing…may be…

With the above idea one new idea comes - the idea of finding love and that the “love” is supposed to come from a place of other, rather than an internal union. This triggers a deep inner loneliness within. One thinks, “What if I never find someone to connect with really and truly and deeply but myself?” The other part replies: “Good. Then you will feel fulfilled always and it will not matter.” That 1st part retorts: “But what will others think? Won’t I appear as different or weird? Some says keep loving. But our little self says: “Will anyone care (including my own self)?”

Then we have to realize that is an example of conditional love. If nobody cares or acknowledges it what is the point of loving? Does the tree stop creating shade because no one cares? Does the flower stop spreading its fragrance because nobody acknowledges it? What the flower can do, so can you, as you are the jewel in the heart of the lotus.

Lets think about a girl who had a boyfriend in the past and now they are separated (don’t think much about the various reasons that does not come into the scope of this….think simple), she hates him now……Why it happens? As per me the fact is we are all home for each other. The hatred the girl feel towards him comes from the knowledge that he is holding the drugs she is addicted to. When he doesn’t give it to her at all or in the way she would like, he becomes an enemy as from hers subconscious point of view he is there to serve the girl. (I hope I am confusing you…..the fact is I am unable to explain….do excuse)

Try to remember the situation when you go to a store you buy what you need or think you need. We enter a store with the hope to find what we need and if we don’t we leave with a sense of disappointment. This is exactly how we enter a relationship - as if it were a giant store where you can find anything you need.

It is interesting to observe how when we go out to find our lover/partner we all hold an invisible shopping list that our potential lover should provide as though he/she were a walking shopping center.

The shopping list:

He \ she needs to be –

Attractive but only to us and not for others….(don’t you think so?)
Funny, as well as serious (how come?)
Deep yet light (isn’t it?)
Close to us but give us space when we need it (aren’t we stupid?)
Confident but gentle (think how one can be?)
Very passionate but only to us (are we the master of his \ her mind?)
Very loyal but not too jealous (too much…..)

And most importantly, he or she must be crazy about us although we ourselves need not have any of the above qualities.

The difference is that in the store of conditional love the currency for purchasing is your freedom.

If you NEED to be fulfilled by others you sell your freedom for this ‘fulfillment’. You will either always be frustrated as your expectations are not fulfilled or if they are fulfilled, you will be afraid that it may be taken away from you.

If people with awareness, like you, would channel the energy they use to find the one that will “fix” them, into unraveling who they are as essence, beyond the primal needs and desires, love wouldn’t be so painful.

Am I wrong as usual?

Am I thinking totally out of the blue? I hope you can help me out.....

Do help by posting your comments....

Love,
Sakti
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Sedina bodhe barsha heuthila.... (ORIYA)

Sedina bodhe barsha heuthila
Tame jebe chapi chapi
chota jari laga odhani ku tani tani

chatire hata chandi
jor re chaluthila
han han ...sedina bodhe barsha heuthila

Kahin tame ta kahila nahin
Barsha re viji viji gita gaebaku
Hatare hata chandi chalibaku
Kohala pabana madare thari thari
akhire akhi miseibaku


Sedina bodhe tana khara heuthila

......Hau setiki tahu Tana khara kabita ta next time.....(ebe aau mane paduni kana lekhibi...)
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How come ? (ORIYA)

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Kemiti kejani
sedina se galabele buliki chahinle...
hueta mate nuhan....
mun kintu khusi heli aauthare
se alatabhija muhantiku dekhi.....

Kemiti kejani.....
sedina tanka scrap aasithila mo naare....
hueta bhulre....
mate kintu swarga miligala......
tanka hata lekha scrap padhi....

Kemiti kejani.......
sedina se phone karithile.....
hoepare cross connection....
mo muhanru sabda baharu nathila...
mun muka hoegali....
Khusire....aabegare....abiswasare....
se kahile.....a rabibara dekha karipariba ki....
mun kintu muka thili....
Khusire....aabegare....abiswasare....

Aau due dina achi....
Laguchi...a dina guda aau jibani....
he janha tame ratire due thara aasa......
he surjya tame tike sighra asta hua........

Kemiti kejani....
manaku papa chunchi....
satare se kana aasibe...

kemiti kejani.........

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My College days !!! (Hindi)

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Hi,

This is not my witting. I received a mail which contained this beautiful poem. I hope you may enjoy this..........



Yeh degree bhi lelo ye naukari bhi lelo,

Bhale Chheen lo mujhse ye USA ka VISA...........

magar mujhko lauta do college ka canteen,

vo chaay ka paani vo teeKha samosaa..........

kadi dhoop mein apne ghar se nikalnaa,

vo project ki Khatir shahar bhar bhataknaa,

vo lecture mein doston ki proxy lagaanaa,

vo sir ko chidhanaa ,vo aeroplane udaanaa,

vo submission ki raton ko jagnaa jagaanaa,

vo orals ki kahani vo practical ka Kissaa.....

bimaari ka reason de ke time badhanaa,

vo doosron ke assignments ko apnaa banaanaa,

vo seminar ke din paironka chhatpatanaa,

vo workshop mein din raat pasinaa bahanaa,

vo exam ke din ka bechain maahaul,

par vo maa ka vishvas - Teachar ka Bharosaa.....

vo pedon ke neeche gappe ladanaa,

vo raaton mein drawing sheets banaanaa,

vo exams ke akhari din theatre mein jaanaa,

vo bhole se freshers ko hamesha sataanaa,

without any reason common off pe jaanaa,

test ke waqt table mein kitabon ko rakhnaa,

isi tarah teachers ko dena Jhansaa........

college ki sabse purani nishaanee,

vo chaiwala jiseke yahan tha ghanto bethna

vo uske hathon ki Adarak (ginger) ki chaay meethee,

vo chupkese journal mein bheji hui chitthi,

vo padh tehi chiththi uska bhadakna,

vo chehre ki laali vo aankhon ka Gussaa.....

college ki wo saari lambisi raatein,

vo doston se canteen mein pyaari si baatein,

vo gathering ke din ka ladnaa Jhagadnaa,

vo ladkiyon ka yuhin hamesha akadnaa,

bhulaaye nahin bhool sakta hai koi,

vo college, vo batein, vo shararatein vo javani...

kaash hum phir dohra sakte kahani......

vo kagaz ki kashti vo barish ka pani
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