PLEASE HEAR WHAT I'M NOT SAYING...

Only love from others can break through the façade with which we mask our lives….here's sm1 who gotta say smthg bout it......




Don’t be fooled by me. Don’t be fooled by the face I wear. For I wear a mask- I wear a thousand masks that I am afraid to take off, and none of them is me.

Pretending is an art that is second nature to me, but don’t be fooled, for God’s sake don’t be fooled.

I give you the impression that I’m secure, that all is sunny and unruffled with me, within me as well as without, that confidence is my name and coolness my game, that’s the water’s calm and I’m in command, and that I need no one. But don’t believe me, please.

My surface may seem smooth, but my surface is my mask, my ever-concealing mask. Beneath lies no smugness, no complacence. Beneath dwells the real me- in confusion, in fear, in aloneness. But I hide this. I don’t want anybody to know this.
I panic at the thought of my weakness and my fear being exposed. This is why I frantically create a mask to hide behind, a nonchalant, sophisticated façade, to help me pretend, to shield me from the glance that knows.

But such a glance is precisely my salvation. My only salvation, and I know it. That is, if it is followed by acceptance, if it is followed by love.
It’s the only thing that liberates me, from myself, from my own self-built prison walls, from barriers that I so painstakingly erect.

It’s the only thing that’ll assure me of what I can’t assure myself- that I’m really worth something. But I don’t tell you this. I don’t dare.
I’m afraid you’ll think less of me, that you’ll laugh, and your laugh would kill me. I’m afraid that deep down, I am nothing, that I’m just no good, and that you’ll see this and reject me. So I play the game, my desperate pretending game, with a façade of assurance without, and a trembling child within.

And so begins the parade of masks, and my life becomes a front. I idly chatter to you in suave tones of surface talk. I tell you everything that’s actually nothing. And nothing of what is everything, of what is crying within me.

So when I’m going through my routine, do not get fooled by what I’m saying…Please listen carefully and try to hear what I’m not saying.

I dislike hiding. Honestly, I dislike the superficial game I’m playing, the superficial, phony game. I’d really like to be genuine and spontaneous, and me, but you’ve got to help me.

You’ve got to hold out your hand even when that’s the last thing I seem to want, or need.

Only you can wipe away from my eyes the blank stare of the breathing dead, only you can call me into aliveness. Each time you are kind, and gentle, and encouraging, each time you try to understand because you really care, my heart begins to grow wings, very feeble wings but wings.
With your sensibility and empathy, and your power to be understanding, you can breathe life into me. I want you to know that.

I want you to know how important you are to me, how you can be a co-creator of a person that’s me if you choose to be. Please choose to.

You alone can break down the wall behind which I tremble. You alone can release me from my shadow-world of panic and uncertainty, from my lonely prison.

So do not pass me by. It’ll not be easy for you. A long conviction of worthlessness builds strong walls. The nearer you approach me, the blinder I strike back. I fight against the very things that I cry out for.

But I am told that love is stronger than strong walls, and in this lies my hope, my only hope…

Please try to beat down those walls with firm but gentle hands; for, a child is very sensitive.

Who am I you may wonder??…

I am someone you know very well. For, I am every man and I am every woman you meet.

STILL I RISE...

You may write me down in history

With your bitter, twisted lies,

You may trod me in the very dirt

But still, like dust, I'll rise.





Does my sassiness upset you?

Why are you beset with gloom?

'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells

Pumping in my living room.





Just like moons and like suns,

With the certainty of tides,

Just like hopes springing high,

Still I'll rise.





Did you want to see me broken?

Bowed head and lowered eyes?

Shoulders falling down like teardrops.

Weakened by my soulful cries.





Does my haughtiness offend you?

Don't you take it awful hard

'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines

Diggin' in my own back yard.





You may shoot me with your words,

You may cut me with your eyes,

You may kill me with your hatefulness,

But still, like air, I'll rise.





Out of the huts of history's shame

I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain

I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,

Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear

I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear

I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,

I am the dream and the hope of the slave.

I rise

I rise

I rise...

JUST MOVING ON??...

The world still so beautiful,

the feelings still so fresh.

Dreaming on and on,

Is that whats called moving on?

The sudden boldness and power

with each heartbeat and hour,

and all the fears gone...

Can that be called moving on?

So tough, yet i try,

to stand firm and tall on my feet.

But its hard not to cry,

when its raining in this heat.

To walk around the alleys

of one dark door,

knowing not what lies beyond...

Disregarding open doors along the way,'

I'm moving on',I still say.

We learn as we grow.

We learn as we move.

I learnt, the word 'impossible'...

attached with forgetting a something-so-special.

People come to go in a while,

Even storms don't last a dime,

Nothing lasts forever, they say

And i begin to accept it that way.

But seasons come again,

and months and days repeat,

a new cycle always begins

and i may still be moving on-in circles!

I M IN LOVE WITH LIFE...NO MATTER HOW IT COMES!!!!

Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?


You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.


Do you run through each day
On the fly?
When you ask
How are you?
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?


You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.


Ever told your child,
We'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say,"Hi"


You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.


When you run so fast
to get somewhere
You miss half the fun
of getting there.
When you worry
and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift....
Thrown away.


Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.

IN THE NAME OF GOD....

‘I searched the mountain peaks
And fathomed every sea
I searched everywhere
Every place where you ought to be.


I searched the deep valleys,
And tried to find you there
Searched every river, every stream
But you seemed to be nowhere.


I saw the animals
Searched among the trees,
'Oh God! Where are you,
Please show yourself to me!’


The traveler prayed aloud
And he looked very grim
But as all of us know
God could not disappoint Him.


The prayer was heard
By a man passing by
And the traveler’s quest ended
When came this reply


‘Have you heard of the deer
Who searches for the musk
Whose quest just like yours
Goes on from dawn to dusk.


The deer smells the fragrance
And goes round and round
But do you know ,
Where the musk is to be found?


Not in the mountains,
Not in any river,
The musk is present
Right inside the deer.’


The traveler was happy
And the answer he knew
That God is nowhere
But in me and you.


Still, in the name of religion
The situation looks so grim
When people kill each other,
They are actually killing Him!


So let us love each other
And let our horizons be broad
Let us stop fighting
At least in the name of God.