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4월 28일 from larva to butterfly...In a state of repose was she, a deep slumber,
Knowing not changes around her, about herself, Little did it matter to her all the clamor, Treasured her little things to herself.  And one day waking up, looked in the mirror,
Herself she saw, yet hard to believe, Change now has encased her brining a tremor, Whom did she see? A mysterious beauty like olive. A mystifying self stood against her gazing,
Swarthy in color glowing and enchanting, Her eyes deep and dark and enticing, Hair pushed back and upward tumbling. Clad in a shallow snow white rob like a priestess,
Her tender body harmoniously concealed within, Oh cherubim, her mounting bosom, small and pristine, Sleek and tender hands therein. Grown up, a little beauty she has become,
No more the little girl talkative, but shy and solitary, Feelings now she tries to overcome, From childhood to adolescence; a journey.  …..and deepu has been trying in vain to comprehend this mystery….how can he, ha? It is a journey that not all can undertake and not all will comprehend….a journey that transforms, translates full of complexities and apprehension, resplendent with dreams and fantasies….days of solitude, days of vivacity, mood swings, soft giggles…..
well, deepu knows two things, 1) from this time on a girl begins to glow with beauty. 2) she becomes reserved and quiet ….right?? 4월 24일 ...and one day …and one day after perhaps days,
Weeks or eve months together, The closeness becomes closer everyday. …and one day no more stranger the other becomes,
Shedding behind shades of the unknown past together, You risk exploring the depths of the other being’s.  …and one day you realize you aren’t full,
Without being merged into the other, Being together becoming becomes full. …and one-day beauty of your being is unraveled,
In the glow of the other’s becoming with you together, In turn, he discerns his being being unraveled. …and one day your pain becomes his and his yours, One’s heart pains at another’s pain forever, Apart from each other you never can be you.  …and one day you find yourself lost in his being,
Your body, mind and soul submerged like never, A slave unto love for each other you become. Becoming part of another being is a lifetime commitment established on trust. By being part of another, you become a being in her becoming. Becoming beings that we are, are becoming who we really are meant to be by being for the other!
sonia dee apka Space mei shell dalunga,,,rrr
4월 22일 just like that...haaa after a few days now his finger has seen the light of the day…hmm it looks quite like a dead man’s, white and inflexible….bandage is removed….now no more circus haha..
A butterfly doesn’t flutter around huge oak trees but enjoys itself around tiny plants, reeds and flowers. Life is not all about doing grand things or attaining a big post. So fresh and full of fragrance is a flower but it lasts only a day or two. How much longer do we last? Don’t you think we are also fresh and full of fragrance? How fragile is a newborn bird in its nest, yet its mother leaves it there, how delicate is the petal of a rose flower, yet we all adore it. There is beauty in fragility. A drop of morning dew becomes a gleaming pearl when perched poised on a leaf, yet it doesn’t last to see the evening of the day. Not everything bright need to last long! As long as you chase a butterfly, it is eluding. Let it be and it will come and rest on your shoulders. Can you grab everything that you wish to?
4월 19일 ouchh it hurtsFights between two ladies is sth that is seldom heard of and seen around – hey some of you have a beaming smile??! When ladies fight, they fight like hell, na? Wel, how about men then? Very often, very common, nothing unusual. And wen it happens right under ur nose, you just cant turn other way, right? And that’s the mistake deepu did yesterday evening. The fight was on dishum…. dishum…. and he went in between and came out in the same speed with his right index finger bleeding…oozing thick crimson drops, oops! It wasn’t a bad one. Rushed to hospital.
 ‘what happened some cut or sth?’ no, Doc, my rabbit bit me’ ‘bit wat?’ she had her eyes wide n was taken aback to hear that. So, now you know what happent. Two of his mail rabbits were fighting it out. He is otherwise cautious enuf not to send them out together, but, it happent yesterday. And now look at that. With a lovely looking band aid around his finger, doing circus on key board… Ouch it hurts! 4월 15일 thats coooool It is paradise, that siesta. Just lost in a trance knowing nothing, but enjoying haaa. But paradise happens when someone calls Deepu while he is relishing every moment of it… But what if having woken up he sees no one? But only sound and fury all around. He went to bed seeing a calm, blue sky, feeling bit uneasiness of searing sun up above… But wat you see now? From sober and slumber to rapture and bustle. The blue sky has been re-painted dark and gray. Gentle breeze has taken brute power, swinging and swirling she is growling around…..cooool so cool…  drop..drop…drop, the pearly drops began splashing all over… bathing and cleansing clean trees, plants, stones…dust and dirt washed away, flowers and leaves looked ever fresh….the fragrance of earth spread all over…. Take a break to enjoy life, enjoy every drop of rain, never miss an opportunity…never miss a drop…the fragrance of fresh soil…birds bathing in glee and deepu gazing out though his window...hehehe..  4월 13일 just like that!!Can you love someone without having that person near you? What difference does it make when the person is physically with you?
Love is eternal, universal. You live and have your being in love. You only have to become aware of it. Similarly, when you love someone, you are only emitting that love in you. More than the other what is important is ‘you’. You can’t live without loving. LOVE is God-given, man-fortified one gift, its as brittle as glass, once broken it is very difficult to fix.  4월 11일 isnt that funnyy? Badel de muche badel de badel de apni pyar se barsavo ashish theri vadan se deklo mujse aur fir se kam kiya hai gum mera badaya kushi mera... Muche rang de, Bardo Muche rang se. Rang kushi ka oops....is this how it shousld be written?
naaaa this is not for deepu. just tried his hand at hindi...vocabulary isnt that strong.... just tried sorts of hu hu and krr krr ...
hey stay away from 'shakalka boom boom', a hopeless movie unless you want to kill some time and throw away smoe money!!! 4월 8일 staringgggg by the window.... The crimson evening sun sinking in the far east sketching a panorama that will haul up your entire being, doesn’t he look a little hasty unmindful of the million eyes glued on him? Is he late or sth to get back? The humming, chirping, clamor of birds fluttering their way back home, journey homeward makes it all the more blissful. Look, don’t they all have a cheerful smile on their face? What must they be chirping each other? Or are they just relishing the thoughts of re-union back home after the day long wandering? Waking up after a long siesta to be welcomed by a gentle caress of cool breeze across his face, he surely felt sth deep down…a feeling of missing home, sort of missing sth… timid dance of plants, a coy look on their face, in the summer gentle wind… the giggle, whisper… low laughter….
 breeze blended with the aroma of soothing, suave memories… a humming song softly poring out… ripened, reddish leaves falling… those petals of flower nicely arranged, rain drops on it… those his lovely girls, swimming beauties golden fish, angel fish…oops forgot others name too, hope they are all they there!....
those sporty days, clad in a white-back t-shirt with its color turn up ward, smeared with mud and dust…
hahahh hooo nostaligia?? Is deepu missing home?  feeling homesick? Ummm….naa that’s sth unbecoming of him….anyway…. 4월 4일 deepu's Easter message!!! The silent look of Mary speaks everything. The horrible work of human hands is portrayed in front of her Son. Each thrash on His body brings pangs in her heart and splits her apart. Jesus is helpless, though he wishes to touch her and console her, all that comes out of him is deep silence. When words become silent, silence speaks and silence speaks more loudly and profoundly. Words speak less when silence speaks.
 Jesus was let down by most of His friends. One of them betrayed, another denied Him, while most of the others deserted Him. He was taunted by blows, whips, spits, lethal lashes, flesh-piercing crown and abusive words. Finally, suffering frightening anguish He was crucified on the cross.
Nonetheless, the very crucifixion transformed and liberated Him and the cross became a throne from which he would reign. He is alive in each one of us.
 His invitation to drink from the font of love and eat from the banquet of forgiveness is unconditional. The golden hue painted across the dawn of Easter Sunday brings new hope and joy.
 deepu wishes all of you a happy Easter!!! 4월 1일 ufff not that much yetttYou think it is just chemical reactions that cause tears well up and roll down the cheek? You think human heart is made up of stone and not flesh that it knows no feeling at times? You think feelings and emotions are meant for a select few? You think words don’t hurt when lashed at you thoughtlessly by someone you love? You think ‘love’ is just in the air only, and not where it matters most?
Stinking meaninglessness suffocates me, Enveloped fully in the darkness of aloofness, Arrows of boredom and tension pierce me, Falling into the depth of emptiness, Finding no solace, but chocking me, Unredeemable a crap I became worthless.
That gentle look of yours piercing my heart, And the soothing touch of yours on my face. You lighten my mind, evaporate my tension, Hugs me reassuringly, rekindles my sprit, Kiss away the tears of worthlessness. You make me realize my real worth. You make my day bright, burden light. Naaa not that desperate as it sounds, but ouuchhh it hurts…. |
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