Long lasting dream 2

In my blissful years of childhood days...

Sweet lullabies that my mother sang. . . . .

Fairy tales and bedtime stories that my father told. . . . .

Wisdom and knowledge with which they both guided me. . . . .

Great loving care that they both attentively protected me. . . . .

A collection of these ran deep in my heart. . . . .

I grew up as a responsible adult.


Those poor little orphans ,that disastrous Cyclone Nargis left behind,

No more sweet lullabies ,

No more fairy tales or bed time stories ,

No more guidence with wisdom and knowledge,

No more great loving care ,

It cruelly robbed of all these things from them.


I was wondering. . . . . . .

When they felt sleepy ,without the sweet songs of their mothers . . .

Without the charm of the fairy tales. . .

Without the wisdom and knowledge to be guided with. . .

With nobody caring lovingly .

How could they be at peace with the world ?

How could they satisfy with their lives?

How could they wisely grow up?

Do they deserve with my sympathy?

I am going to share them with all my heart.

Long lasting dream 1

What an utterly boring days of life!

lying stuck in her bed , lightly closing her eyes ,Jasmine felt aimless with no fixed routine.Thoughts of traumatic consequences of Cyclone Nagis in her country lingering on her mind she was still awake .She was in exile and she just relied on the up-dated internet news that always sounded sad and no progress.Military ruler seemed solid as rock.She had been overwhelmingly longing to be back in her places for ages.But it was just like her dreams ,faded away as morning approaching ,although faces of the children orphaned by that
disastrous cyclone remained silhouetted on her mind.
Writing posts,stories,notes and poems on her computer and reading books are the only live activities in her days.She was not so pleased with this situation and she thought that she was motionless as if she was in a thick fog.She had so much things to do.She couldn't help thinking of the future of her native land and the people.
She was wondering the people celebrating and enjoying in those meticulously organized events with great joy.Cheerful laughters of people in sophisticated life style reminded her of opposite sense.That is the despairing cries of the people of her native land ,struggling to survive in an abject poverty. They had been deprived of their rights and freedom by the ruling regime.

There was a long lasting dream in her mind for those needy,thinking how and what she was capable of.Suddenly her instinct came alive and sang her a song ,by singer Whitney Houston , '' The greatest love of all ".
She was a keen patriot.She should have done something .It must be achievable in one day.
Of course . If she loved herself she was the only one who can fulfill her needs.She found her strength in the greatest love of all.She courageously smiled herself and heaved a sigh of releif .

It must have been love

Your gentle face. . . . . . .
Seeing you will never tear me apart.

Your dazzling smile. . . . . . .
Let my heart pounded as a captive bird.

Your vibrant look. . . . . . .
Sending a quiver of excitement through my heart.

Your amusing speech. . . . . . .
Threw all my worries away like dirt.

Your manly voice. . . . . . .
Always teased me when my mood was in a dark.

Your appealing style. . . . . . .
In my eyes you always looked smart.

Your splendid charm. . . . . . .
My heart couldn't be tough enough.

Your warm touch. . . . .
I felt as if I was in a thirst.

Ooh , baby. . . . . . .
It must have been love. . . . . . .

A token of love

Nights in torment. . . . .

Sometimes screaming in agony or sobbing her heart out
Sometimes sat still in a complete and utter silence that her heart was in her mouth.
Sticking in the labyrinth of despairs in ages ,
Then ,luck mercifully started to smile upon her and sent some glorious messages.



The first time ever she saw his face. . . . .

A brief encounter with a gentle and caring man ,
Her life took a gorgeous turn,then,
He's got an irresistible smile
Eased her pain and lessened her endless stream of cries.
Daring to confront her life carry on ,
She was brave enough to endure and improve upon.



Like. . . . .

In the stormy rainfall ,
A poor little broken-winged bird was shaky and wet at all.
A carring one who picked and warmed it up and fed it ,
With a tender loving care ,it was accomplished.


A release with a token of love.

A victim of circumstance

Jasmine was crying hysterically in a deep despair and a state of solitude.It had been a miserably long night for her.Huddling up herself in the corner of the room,she was helpless.No one was around to console her.

She was obliged to be in this nightmare by force of circumstance.She couldn't help herself recalling her undesirable memories that drove her displaced,homeless,and hanging around in a strange land.That dreadful horrifying event and sheer awfulness that she bitterly experienced would never be eliminated and stuck forever on her mind.

One more thing added to her sorrow, she got news of her beloved only son,got caught in the hands of merciless soldiers of sloc and now under custody.How had he been?,bad beyond his endurance? ,was he thinner and thinner as he used to be ? , and so and so .

Gradually,as the dawn breaking, she gazed admiringly out of her window at the tall chimney of the suger factory a little far away in the distance.It was belching out white dense smoke into the sky.The smoke grow higher and higher.It was clear against the morning sky and working uninterruptedly .Suddenly she felt the chimney encouragingly smiling at her .Wiping her tears off ,she realised that she absolutely gained strength to move on struggling for her son.So greatful to be !

Recalling the days in Regensburg.

Plucking up enough courage

To overcome all the difficulties,problems,obstacles,blocks,inhibitions.etc

One needs to reinforce with confidence and moral courage.

Unsolved problems

I got increasingly irritated by my loved ones.

How to respond these behaviours?