Poem by - Emilia

This story that I'm saying,
it happened & its true..
she couldn't live without him
bet he knew it too.

He was her friend
and used to calm her fears
She knew him since childhood
for almost sixteen years.

All was fine with them
everything was going cool
one day he just stopped talking
and she ended up the fool.

All she wanted of him
was just to be her friend
but he doesn't care
how can her heart mend ?

She begged him everyday
everyday for a whole year,
"please talk to me my friend
i cant do without you here"

He turned a deaf ear to her
he ignored all her cries,
she was all so caught up
In a world full of lies.

She had no option
She really had no hope,
He was gone & wont be back
this fact she couldn't cope.

One day she sat & reminisced
of her childhood days of joy,
when they used to play together
a little girl & a little boy.

A single tear escaped her eye
followed by a million more
Her heart was so broken
her soul was hurting sore

She went then to the kitchen
and found a sharp knife,
She closed her eyes and thought of him
She wanted to end her life..

She fell then to the floor
now nothing will be the same,
her last word was a whisper
I think she spelt his name.

Next day her mother came
and found her doors locked,
when she broke into her room
she was totally shocked.

There lay her daughter
her body pale white,
floating in an ocean of blood
for she had died that night.

In life the girl had nothing to win
so she chose to lose,
her death was then announced
in every city news !

One day he heard of it,
her death reached his ear,
he'd just lost someone forever
who had held him so dear.

In years, for the first time
tears filled his eye,
"why couldn't she have lived?
why did she choose to die"?

He went to see her grave,
He stood where she was laid
He knew if only he was her friend
this situation would be saved.

He was the cause for her death
If he phoned her she wouldn't have died
now what would you call this ?
Murder or Suicide ?

This story is very much true
Its something i can foresee,
He still doesn't wanna talk

and the girl of course is me !

Is It Over - Someone on Orkut

"it is too late"? "Can a happiness be so speical that only one person can provide it"? "martyr"?
God! are you guys really that sad? we are all young, had a few expeience of life, and it would already be over? How could one live without the hope of being happy? Is there such a level of despair and desperation in which no matter who one could meet, what one could experience, there is nothing more to gain in life? I don't believe so I'd kill mmyself right away. As long as there is life there is hope, and hope makes one live. Two sayings in the same sentence for a cyclic meaning but I guess it defines life pretty well.

And about love? This special person that will make you the happiest? Why do we need to see things in such an egocentric way? Love is about two beings two souls, not about a piece of meat that will make you come every once in a while (some ppl seriously think that :S).
Love is about burning, about giving, all you can, all you've got, all you are, to that special someone, to this person you admire so much, without giving a damn whether or not she is going to give it back. The primary concern is "is she going to accept it?". Especially for guys, we will burn and burn and 99% of the time for women who don't care, or who do but then you realize they are not so special after all. But for this last 1% is not that worth burning? and living? Is not the magic and the beauty of just letting go, of giving all your love, of knowing you are speial for someone too, is not that last 1% more than enough to give all the hope one could need?
Of course sometimes s*** happens, a romance ends, or does not even start, and all that's left in your chest in a cold black hole full of ashes and regrets. Is that a reason for forgetting hope? It might take some time to clear the ashes but one day you meet randomly someone wonderful, and the next thing you feel is this flame once again. She might not even be interested but at least you are bruning once again, and thanks to this flame, to this person, you are feeling alive.

Good Morning To "My Love"

Jag ja re gudiya, misri ki pudiya, meethe lage do naina
Wake up my little doll, my sweetie, your eyes are so sweet (Doll is a term used very affectionately and sweetly)

Nainon mein tere hum hi base the, hum hi base hain…haina
I’m the one's always who resided in your eyes and still do….don’t I?

Oh ri rani, gudiya, jag ja…ari jag ja, mari jag ja
Oh my queen, my doll, c'mon wake up now

Halka sa kosa, subah ka bosa
The morning’s kiss is like a gentle reprimand

Maan ja ri ab jag ja
Listen to it and wake up

Naak pe tere kaatega bichu
The scorpion will bite your nose

Jag ja toh maan ja
So get up soon

Jo chahe le lo, dashrath ka vaada
Ask whatever you want and it’ll be granted (like King Dashrath who was known for his word)

Nainon se kholo ji raina
Get rid of the night in your eyes

Oh ri rani, gudiya, jag ja…ari jag ja, moi jag ja
Oh my queen, my doll, c'mon wake up now

Kirnon ka sona, os ke moti
The gold of the sun, dewdrops,

Motiyon sa mogra
The pearly jasmine

Tera bichauna bhar bhar de daaloon
I’ll fill your bed with all these

Gulmohar ka tokra
And baskets of the gulmohar flowers (beautiful red flowers)

Aur jo bhi chaho, mango ji mango
If you want anything else, all you have to do is ask

Bolo ji meri maina
Just ask, my starling (a little bird)

Oh ri rani, gudiya, jag ja…ari jag ja, oi jag ja
Oh my queen, my doll, c'mon wake up now

Jag ja re gudiya, misri ki pudiya, meethe lage do naina
Wake up my little doll, my sweetie, your eyes are so sweet (Doll is a term used very affectionately and sweetly)

Nainon mein tere hum hi base the, hum hi base hain…haina
I’m the one who's always resided in your eyes and still do….don’t I?