Memoirs of a Loner

2006-11-01T06:11:00.000-08:00

The poem mentioned below is a beautiful piece written by Veronica A. Shoffstall
It is one of my personal favourites and I hope that anyone who goes through this will like it too.

After A While............

After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul,

And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning and company doesn't always mean security

And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts and presents aren't promises

And you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes ahead with the grace of a man, not the grief of a child

And you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.

After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much

So plant your own garden and decorate your own soul

Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

And you learn that you really can endure.........

you really are strong.............................

you really do have worth......................

and you learn with every goodbye, you learn..............................................

2006-11-01T06:07:00.000-08:00

They say that life is not always fair,
Then why do I worry and why do I care ..................????

Whatever has to happen will happen anyways,
But keep the hope alive is what I wish to say................!!!!

2006-08-24T11:03:00.000-07:00

The Memory Lane..............

Life goes on , people come and go ,
My hopes surf high, though the tides are low.
Where I belong ........? is what I wish to find,
Its dark when I look forward which makes me look behind.

They say its not wise to dwell in one's past,
But thats my only treasure which no one can take apart.
When I cant see ahead , its then I look back,
To revisit those memory lanes which I once used to track.

2006-05-13T02:46:00.000-07:00

What is Life.............???

This is one question which has perplexed many of us all through our lives.
I came across this passage and I think that it is the closest in answering this question for me.
It is taken from a book named "Chicken Soup for the Teenage soul "and whenever I feel confused about the purpose of my existence , I go through this and it makes me realize my goal.
I am writing this piece in my blog so that some of my friends who have the same question can get an answer.

" Life isn't about keeping score.
It's not about how many people call you and it's not about who
you've dated , are dating or haven't dated at all.
It isn't about who you've kissed , what sport you play or which guy or girl likes you.
It's not about your shoes or your hair or the colour of your
skin or where you live or go to school.
Infact, it's not about grades , money , clothes or colleges
that accept you or not.
Life isn't about if you have lots of friends, or if you are alone and it's not
about how accepted or unaccepted you are. Life just isn't about that.

But life is about who you love and who you hurt.
It's about how you feel about yourself.
It's about trust, happiness and compassion.
It's about sticking up for your friends and replacing inner hate with love.
Life is about avoiding jealousy, ovecoming ignorance and building confidence.
It's about what you say and what you mean.
It's about seeing people for who they are and not what they have.

Most of all, it is about choosing to use your life to touch someone else's in a way that could
never have been achieved otherwise. These choices are what life's about."

2006-05-12T01:47:00.000-07:00

Summers are here...............!!!

Season is of Summer the heat is on!!!!!
Why do I live in moments by gone?????

Flowers not blooming , the ponds are dry,
Soul is weeping with a tearless cry.

2006-05-11T11:29:00.000-07:00

The Magical Times........

Old Memories keep on lingering and the vision is dark,
All alone in the ocean surrounded by the sharks.
Life is tough and Love is lost,
Feelings are cold when the heart is frost.

Troubled are the times and difficulties at door,
People walking over with my heart on the floor.
Hope is lost but Love is still alive,
Rememberings of those magical times, makes me drive.

2006-05-11T01:22:00.000-07:00

The Rock

Scattered like pebbles all over the soil ,
Those memories of past causing much turmoil.
Rocks are everywhere both small and big,
Secrets of heart are very hard to dig.

Rock is struck hard, breaking into parts,
As if the hearts are growing apart.
Hard from outside but soft at the core,
Heart is full of love, even though the storm is at the door.

Shore is still away, only distant rocks at sight,
The storm is building, nature showing its might.
But this innocent heart is still full of hope,
One day all these problems shall elope.

2006-04-09T10:27:00.001-07:00

The River Called LOVE ..................

The River is swift and its flow is calm,
The sight is soothing with sun at the dawn.
Passing through turns and pouring through falls,
The river never stops on anybodies call.

There are bravehearts who flow with the river,
Even through difficult times they never quiver.
Though love is lost and heart is blooded,
But they will still hang on when the river is flooded.

Honesty and loyalty are essential traits,
For those who possess this , the river is great.
But there are times when these never pay.
Do remember this each and everyday.

In the midst of river riding on a boat,
All alone in the journey I just float.
Companions left me when flood had struck,
I survived on my own, riding my luck.

River is violent and testing at first,
Breaks all loose bonds in a single burst.
The ones which survive are the relationships very strong,
Those with tainted hearts dont last very long.

The river is at its end when the ocean is near,
Mind is at peace free from any fear.
Happier are those who flow without any hesitation,
At least they end their lives with serenity and satisfaction.