Love

To be brave is to love someone unconditionally, without expecting anything in return. To just give. That takes courage, because we don't want to fall on our faces or leave ourselves open to hurt.
Madonna, O Magazine, January 2004

Future

The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.
--Eleanor Roosevelt

Happiness

"When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has been opened for us. "

Helen Keller

Daddy's little girl

My eyes filled with tears
Locking inside the sadness
Heart is about to break
Not wanting to tell you

How I feel right now
Showing the brave face
Wish I can run back to you
Like good old days
Cry on your shoulder

You have that magic touch
Make every trouble go away
Having grown up quickly
I am not the little girl anymore
Can’t jump in to your lap and
Wait for you to hug me

I miss your comfort, gentle touch
Times you make me laugh
Above all, your dearest love
Wish we had spent more time
All my dreams are on hold now

Have a husband to take care of
Whole house to clean up
Pretended to be the house wife
This is not what I expected
To play the second role

This is not what you taught me
Picture of a perfect marriage
Listen & respect each other
Feel there is no justice
Served in this world
Dad…can I come back home
To be the star in your world

New Life

Another long lonely night
Staring at the dark sky
Can not help wondering
Was it my impulsiveness?
Or may be stubbornness
Brought me to this emptiness

Left all my friends behind
To move in to a new country
Begin a happy and better life
It was all like a big dream
Happened too soon...now it’s late

Rushed marriage, forced career
My father always used to say
Life is like a climbing a mountain
With hills, valleys and cliffs
Some goes up, some stay behind

Just have to keep going
Until you reach the top
Not knowing what my destiny
Holds for me in future
Traveling the journey of life
Hoping for a happy destination
A place with no regrets & heartaches

My First Love

My First Love

One beautiful summer
You were waiting for me
In a flashy car, impatiently
To see my face for the first time

I was nervous and curious
To meet a stranger who
I only spoke over the phone
My eyes were searching for grey car
In a crowded street in london


Can’t see the face properly
My heart was beating faster
You smiled and opened the door
I jumped in without thinking twice

Your eyes were sparkling
With joy of seeing me
I was staring at you and thinking
Oh my god…was he the guy
I had being waiting for so long…
My first love….

Two years had gone….
My heart was broken..
Didn’t know you were explorer
Looking for a quick pleasure….
We were so different people

Just wanted you to know….
Didn’t love you for the money….
Still believe in true love…
I promised you one thing
Never, to fall in love….
With a stranger again……..

Midsummer

You loved me for a little,
who could not love me long.
You gave me wings of gladness
and lent my spirit song.

You loved me for an hour
but only with your eyes;
Your lips I could not capture
by storm or by surprise.

Your mouth that I remember
with rush of sudden pain
As one remembers starlight
or roses after rain...


Out of a world of laughter
suddenly I am sad...
Day and night it haunts me.
the kiss I never had.


by Sydney King Russel

Ocean

Ocean
I sit here,
remembering my ocean,
missing her,
she is - dynamic stability
never stagnant
in constant motion
ebbing
flowing
She is full of life,
so much beauty,
outside
and in.
She caresses the beach
leaving remnants
of her inner beauty
on the shores for us to find.
There are no cares,
no worries
only beauty and wonder
and a renewed innocence.
She washes away all mistakes
leaving the beach a fresh new slate
Thoughts are clearer
the answers more obvious
and the answerless questions less troubling
All things seem possible
The spirit is clean, refreshed,
renewed at peace
Perhaps one day
I will find a love as stable
and as giving
as the ocean.
Perhaps.

by S. Jhonson

Temple in an island surrounded by madu river in Sri Lanka 

On our way to capital Hill 

New York Sky line
This is the view of South Street Seaport and the Brooklyn Bridge.