First Step To The Next Step In My Life...

The first steps to the next step in my life has just been taken.

Advice to self: Tread carefully. Scan the area and then tread the water carefully, checking all the time to see how deep it is. Donot take a dive head first into the deep without any precautions. Just because you cant see from the surface doesnt mean that it isn't there. I just means that it is well hidden from your view. So just be careful, will you? For my own sake.

Jinni

Soda Pop Kisses On My Lips...

This mystery I kissed last night,
It lingers on my lips
Like soda pop in summertime.
And you and me,
Still slightly drunk on the wine of new companionship,
Our gently swaying toes
Barely making ripples in this ocean that might be love.
A secret,
Sealed by my freshly kissed lips
And witnessed only by a full moon
Whose ancient ears strain to hear whispers of
'Besame mi amor...'
Innocent uncertainty
Combined with a brotherly understanding.
One night,
Gift wrapped in star studded paper
And slowly opened by you and me
Until it's time for you to go home.
And in the morning I awake
With a smile on my face,
A warm buzz inside,
And soda pop kisses on my lips.

- Adriana Giesbrecht -

Humari Dhosti...

Apni dhosti poolon ki tarah na ho,
Ek bar khile aur murjha jaye!
Par kanto ki taraha ho,
Jo ek bar chube to bar bar YAAD aaye!!!

Sent in by Dr. Kashmir @ 09:16PM on 04 October 2006

PS: Dhost, aap tho bohoth achi shairi karthey ho. Insha Allah hum aapse jalse jal milenge.

To A Mlang From A Mlangni...

To a mlang from a mlangni,

Wishing you a very mlang mlang day with lots of mlang mlang things. We shall have a mlang time when we next meet on either mlang mig33 or mlang messenger. Hoping that u don’t go mlang after reading this mlang msg by a mlangni.

Mlangni Jinni

29 September 2006, 5:29PM

If One Day...

Dhosti...

Khushbu mei ehsaas hota hei. Dhosti ka rishta khaas hota hei. Har bath ko zubaan se kehna mumkin nehi. Isliye dhosti ka naam vishvaas hota hei.

J ! N N !

(^_^)

29 September 2006, 5:30PM

Tree Of Love...

With the off beat tunes of my heart I tried to sing. But the strings which held the notes of love were a bit crooked so the flow of care was just a trickle, preventing any true gush of emotion. So these bent lines of love I sang, to the croaking lyrics of my wounded heart. “O' the meadow of love, spring me a field of love in the Eden of his heart. Oh, the winter of sorrow, may you never follow his rainbow. His love may never sprout forth for me, but may my love remain for him eternally, like a plant growing healthily in a well cared for green house, and may the blooms of that plant perfume the air with it’s sweetness.”

J ! N N !

22 September 2006, 09:08AM