no matter what........... i love u !

Baby i used to think,"man shes to good for me,
"But now i know better, Cuz us being one IS our destiny.
No matter what happens, No matter what we decide to do,
One thing that will never change, Is the love that i have for you.

Of all the things we've been through, I'm really glad that,
We decided what our hearts, Really want us to do.
I smile all the time now, Just to see that you're there,
Sometimes i wake up in the night, Looking for you EVERYWHERE.

I sit there after dinner,Eating my ice cream with whip cream,
Just siting there wonderin,If all of this is just one big dream.
Now I know that it is all real,And later down the line,
When i ask you that special question You say yes and we seal the deal.
From me to you,This is what I say,Being wit you makes me happy,
And I intend to keep it that way.

the online friend i met............at random !

It was at random that we met,
A chance that not many get.
When I heard the "Uh Oh",
How was I to know!
That you would turn out to be my special friend,
Someone who could be there,
Until the end.

No matter how I feel or what I do,
I know, in my heart,
That I can count on you.

I've never seen you,
Heard you, or touched you.
Those kind of chances are very few.

To meet someone from far away,
Never knowing if they're here to stay,
Not knowing if what they say is true,
Of what they're doing and telling you.

So far away, but yet so near,
The "not knowing" is the fear.
Is it truth, or is it lies?
Will a heart grow, or will it die?
Either way, the bonds of Friendship's strings are tied.

One's needs are met,
Some with regret.
Some with hope,
Some with pain.
But still, the answer is plain.

If we hadn't met,
On that very day,
Things would be differentIn every way.

The emptiness may be filled,
A life may start to rebuild.
A heart may be broken,
Or made to mend;All because of that
"Random Friend".

the tragedy of...taj mahal .....

Oh Taj....!

No mirror can reflect your beauty
No camera can catch your grandeur
But look how lonely you stand
On the banks of the Yamuna river....!

Everything was marble-white about you
Artistic, decorative and superlative
From whence has come the red border
Though eye catching and innovative....?

Have you forgotten those artists
Of your creation, and subjugation
The emperor demanding their thumbs
After your grand completion....!

The blood that spilled on that day
Tainted some of the white into red clay
And their mute cry of despair
Turned into silence of the full moon day!