Reflections
AT ebb time I wrote a few lines upon the shore..and gave them all my heart and all my soul..at tide time I returned to read what I had inscribed and found my ignorance upon the shore.."jubran khalil"

:: TO A FRIEND,and we're all someone's friend.

Sit back,
And watch the world go by.
Gaze at the images,
Watch reflections,
Look behind faces,
Dissect events...
Stare,Don't be shy!
Try out other people's shoes,
Flip roles.
Play the what-if game.
Listen!
Listen very well:
To the words that are said,
and those that aren't;
There's whispers,
murmurs,
giggles,
and sighs.
Look!
Look very well:
There's images,
pictures,
shadows,
and shades.
Know what's real,
and what's not.
Know what to keep,
and what to shed.
Be You,
Be You,and celebrate You;You deserve it!
There's more.
There's always some more,
things to explore,
places to see,
more love to enjoy,
people to adore,
more time to be You.
Forever and again:
Sit back Reflect and Rejoice!

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On April, 01, 2006 1:13 PM , hope said:

"IF" by "Kipling" is a favourite poem of mine:

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

I personally LOVE the last four lines.

"Be You" you say? oh well, being Me has only brought me enormous pain during the last couple of years, we live in a world where a bit of playing games is needed AND expected, untill I learn how to, I remain, your wounded friend :-)


On April, 02, 2006 2:34 AM , raindrop said:

very nice, ineed :)


On April, 03, 2006 10:01 AM , salam said:

Hope,your words bother me,i truly believe in being one's self,no matter what!as days go by wounds heal,better than you expect them to.Love the poem too!
Thanks raindrop!


On April, 03, 2006 10:41 AM , hope said:

Sorry, didn't mean to bother you !!! As for wounds, don't know really, some are just plain too deep :-)


On April, 03, 2006 11:50 AM , salam said:

you know,it's not bother bother,but you know i hate to see people depressed,no wound can not be healed,time heals everything,trust me on this one,sometimes you feel this is so huge I will never recover,but you do,always!


On April, 18, 2006 3:10 AM , Bo3Bo3 said:

nice nice salam. loved it. how come u don't write more poems? I mean u seem to know ur words and ways to express them, don't deprive us from such writings.


On April, 18, 2006 12:16 PM , salam said:

Thanks,bo3bo3 for the lovely words.I don't think I can call it poetry..don't know..just trying to express myself.Wish you the best!




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