You'll be in my heart - Phil Collins (Lyrics)

Come stop your crying It will be all right
Just take my hand Hold it tight
I will protect you from all around you
I will be here Don't you cry

For one so small, you seem so strong
My arms will hold you keep you safe and warm
This bond between us can't be broken
I will be here don't you cry

coz you'll be in my heart
Yes, you'll be in my heart
From this day on
Now and forever more
You'll be in my heart
No matter what they say
You'll be here in my heart
Always

Why can't they understand the way we feel
They just don't trust what they can't explain
I know we're different but deep inside us
We're not that different at all

And you'll be in my heart
Yes, you'll be in my heart
From this day on
Now and forever more

Don't listen to them, cause what do they know
We need each other, to have and to hold
They'll see in time, I know

When destiny calls you, you must be strong
I may not be with you, but you gotta hold on
They'll see in time, I know

We'll show them together coz...

You'll be in my heart
Believe me, you'll be in my heart
I'll be there from this day on
Now and forever more oh oh

You'll be here in my heart (You'll be here in my heart)
No matter what they say (I'll be with you)
you'll be here in my heart always

Always...
I'll be with you
I'll be there for you always
Always and always
Just look over your shoulder
Just look over your shoulder
Just look over your shoulder
I'll be there always...

Courage : All I need. All I have

Thank You Patty, for sending me this amazing key-chain. It always goes with me wherever I go :O)

              It is hard to walk alone in Life. But sometimes, you don't have other options. Well, theoretically, you can Always *quit*, but that is surely something that is not in my dictionary of words. Walking alone in life is an experience that, in my view, not many of us go through. Most of the people out there have their lives set. They are gifted with cotton padded butt pillows, made especially for by them, right from their childhood. I don't have a grudge against them, but I just want to point towards people who are well connected and are well guarded by their near and dear ones. Interestingly, I thought I was well guarded by my loved ones too. But only to find that It was just a pack of lies that I had built in my mind all through these years.

When you walk alone, a very common notion comes into mind, quite often; You might have heard it a million times - Life is not fair. I have thought about it a zillion times as well. But every-time I think about that line, I always end up blaming myself for all that I have had to see and suffer. Because, ultimately, Life seems to be - Not fair - because of our Choices. Everything we do is fair until we compare our work with the world around us. And then it seems we were always on the wrong path. We were always living a life, different than the one *Approved* by our society. Life is Fair for being Unfair. Every-time someone does something wrong to me, It just makes me realize how free the world Is. And how much potential it holds for us to grow in the directions in which they ( our bad guys ) could not. Isn't it just Amazing? Now, you would be thinking that I am seeing the glass - half full. But isn't it true? The more EMPTY the world wants to make you, the more CHANCES you have to become fuller. The More chances you have to shine your light in places where they have left nothing but emptiness, darkness.

Walking alone comes when you live life your way. Be ready to experience things that you have always dreamed about. Things that you imagined only happening to the luckiest or the unluckiest. And, being on the high road on your own terms is going to be breathtaking. I Guarantee that.

On the highway to hell ( heaven if you are like me ), you need to be strong. And you need Courage. You need to see the world from your own eyes. Because those who don't like you will always want to make you go blind. And worst, they would want you to see yourself through their Eyes. And that is One Scary View. Believe me.

Courage - has always been deep within your heart. Like a sleeper cell, ready to be activated. Like a runner, who just needs to get a hint to start running. Make it your best friend. And one day, believe it or not, it will serve you well. Courage will be there when you will be running all alone. It will be besides you when you will spend a cold night all alone, keeping hope for a better day, alive in your heart. Embrace it, for it is going to be your best pal.

And when you have truth in your heart, you begin to run all alone, without caring about the world. You become a winner and you forget that you are in a race. You just Love Running, towards the places that you have always wanted to be at. To be near to people who will be your ultimate family. Towards your love.

And for added strength, you can always remember --

"Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go." - Josh 1:9

Transcend The Places That Hold Us

Inspiring piece of dialogue from "The Hurricane"

                Mr. Carter?

                Rubin "Hurricane" Carter, that you?

                Mm-hmm.

                You don't look like your pictures. I thought you'd be bigger.

                Hey, I'm bigger than you.

                But don't tell anybody, okay?

                All right.

                Okay. Sit down.

                Hey, this is some place, man. No.

                No, it's not. This is no place, not for a human being.

                Don't ever get used to a place like this, Lesra.

                You got a lot of guts, kid.

                Takes a lot of courage to come all the way down here by yourself.

                I'm impressed. I was scared you weren't gonna let me come.

                Me too.

                But you're Rubin "Hurricane" Carter. What would you be scared of?

                Doors opening, of the light outside, of you.

                Me? Mr. Carter, I don't understand. Mm-hmm.

                Oh, no, no, no. Don't call me Mr. Carter. Call me Rube.

                Rube? Yeah.

                Rube.

                All right, Rube.

                So, tell me about these folks you're livin' with.

                Oh, the Canadians? Yeah. I got pictures of' em.

                Here.

                This is Sam, this is Terry and this is Lisa, and they're the greatest, man.

                Huh. Yeah. I met 'em at an EPA in Brooklyn.

                And, you know, they was doin' business and brought me home and stuff,

                and the rest is what happened, man.

                Yeah. That's when my life changed, Rube.

                Hmm. Just yanked a brother up and took him up to Canada, just like that?

                No, no. They asked my folks.

                I see. So what they do?

                Are they a religious group or hippies or a commune or-

                No. They fix up houses and sell 'em. You know?

                They're just people.

                Just people. Just workin', eatin', livin' together?

                I don't know. This is what they do, man. That's their thing.

                What'd your folks say?

                Oh, my dad, you know, he's happy. He's glad for me. Oh, good.

                You see 'em much, your folks?

                Yeah, but sometimes it's hard though. Yeah, well-

                Yeah, it's hard.

                You give them hope.

                Yeah, I guess. You do.

                You give 'em hope because you have transcended, Lesra.

                It is very important to transcend the places that hold us.

                You know that? You've learned to read. You've learned to write.

                Writing is- It's magic.

                You feel that sometimes?

                Yeah, I guess I do. Mm-hmm.

                When I started writing,

                I discovered that I was doing more than just telling a story.

                See, writing is a weapon,

                and it's more powerful than a fist can ever be.

                Every time I sat down to write, I could rise above the walls of this prison.

                I could look out over the walls all across the state of New Jersey,

                and I could see Nelson Mandela in his cell writing his book.

                I could see Huey. I could see Dostoyevsky.

                I could see Victor Hugo, Emile Zola.

                And they would say to me,

                "Rube, what you doin' in there?"

                And I say, "Hey, I know all you guys."

                It's magic, Lesra.

                They sure don't teach it that way up in Canada.

                Maybe you could tell me some books to read. I can do that.

                But these people in Canada or anywhere else, they can only teach you so much.

                It's up to you. It's your search.

                You gotta find out what's true for you, what is true for Lesra Martin.

                I ain't never met nobody like you before.

                You think I killed those people, son?

                No, I know you didn't. How you know?

                I just know.

                I'm so glad I met you, Lesra.

                Me too.

I Will Meet You Yet Again

               As Sukriti - the love of my life ( and beyond ), turns 26 years old today, I thought of celebrating it in a special way here on my blog.- By posting a very special part of our love - A poem that I came across a long time back - A poem that had always touched my heart.

              Sukriti came in my life on the 30th of August, 2008. And after that day, we have always been like peas and carrots. We both live a long distance apart. Almost 1235 miles is the distance from Mumbai to Calcutta. After speaking to each-other for nearly two years, we decided to meet. And Sukriti, took a flight from her place to mine. She came all alone, without even notifying anyone else about it. The journey was from the east coast of India to the west. She took the ultimate risk for Me.

             I wrote this poem on a piece of paper and gave it to her the night before she was leaving me for her journey back home. I found the poem a perfect way to express my feelings for her.

             Now, some of us, who know they truly love their partners, must have had this question on their minds atleast once. That is, will we meet again after we die? And if yes, then how? where? when? These are questions that Always come in my mind. I can't live without Sukriti. And I can't imagine that after I die, I might not be able to meet her again. But as always, I have Hope that when I die, I somehow meet her. In some way or the other, we become one again. Without delaying anymore, here I present the poem - " I will meet you yet again " by Amrita Pritam.

♥ HAPPY BIRTHDAY SUKRITI ♥

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