Dedicated to EaCH aND eVeRY WoMaN.

A WoMaN  

In the world of Saints

I would have been an Angel.

In the world of Peace

I would have been a Dove.

In the world of Passion

I would have been Love.

In the world of a Prayer

I would have been Praise.

In the world of Science

I would have been a Fact.

In the world of Wars

I would have been a Bullet.

In the world of Technology

I would have been Speed.

In the world of Agriculture

I would have been a Seed.

In the world of Manners

I would have been Politeness.

In the world of Fear.

I would have been Courage.

In the world of Sorrow

I would have been Sympathy.

In the world of Hate

I would have been Melancholy.

In the world of Freedom

I would have been Sovereignty.

In the world of Opportunity

I would have been a Way.

In the world of Solitude

I would have been a Friend to Lean.

In the world of Fashion

I would have been Style.

In the world of Medicine

I would have been a pill.

In the world of Suffering

I would have been an Aid.

In the world of Unexpectation

I would have been Surprise.

In the world of Warship

I would have been Faith.

In the world of Righteousness

I would have been Truth.

In the world of Happiness

I would have been Comfort ‘n Delight.

In the world of Labor

I would have been Tireless.

In the world of Water

I would have been a Fish.

In the world of Land

I would have been a Plant.

In the world of Fortune

I would have been Treasure.

In the world of Education

I would have been a Teacher.

In the world of Seasons

I would have been Spring

In the world of Achievements

I would have been Ideas

In the world of Circus

I would have been Magic.

In the world of Secrets

I would have been a Mystery.

In the world of Ambition

I would have been Dreams.

In the world of Questions

I would have been an Answer.

In the world of Slavery

I would have been liberty.

In the world of recollection

I would have been Sweet Memories

In the world of Theatre

I would have been Comedy.

In the world of Music

I would have been Melody.

In the world of Sorrow

I would have been a Smile.

In the world of the Blind

I would have been an Eye.

In the world of the Deaf

I would have been an Ear.

In the world of Flowers,

I would have been a Rose.

But …

In this world of Mine

Which contains The above ALL

They call me a Being with a Soul.

Generally I am a Species of Human.

Specifically I am a Woman.

YeA a WoMaN.

‘N A Special OnE.

Konjit Berhane - 13.11.2005

الملاك الأزرق 

كلودي

HUMAN

I would hate it if you called me an Indian;

tracing myrudiments to an unfathomable myriad of customs and

aboriginal traditions,

I would hate it if you called me a Russian;

linkedvarious stages of my life to stringent vodka; and

exhilarating games of chess,

I would hate it if you called me a Chinese;

harboringtiny pairs of eyes; and an intrinsic tendency in my

blood to feast on tantalizingly roasted sea food,

I would hate it if you called me an Englishman;

blurting countless sentences a day in bombastic slang;

blushing to more crimson than the scarlet rose; in

poignant alacrity of the stupendously cold winds,

I would hate it if you called me a turbaned Sikh;

disseminating oligarchic cigar smoke towards the azure

cosmos; brandishing my enemies with valiant strokes of

my scintillating sword,

I would hate it if you called me a staunch Muslim;

ferociously beating the drums in order to appease

Almighty Lord; sagaciously reading through the

Quran-e-Sharif; umpteenth number of times in the

sweltering day,

I would hate it if you called me a Christian;

profusely relishing port wine and robust lamb;

whispering with snobbish sonority; as the breeze tried

to swipe the majestic candles away,

I would hate it if you called me an Afghani;

pamperingmy royal beard to the fullest as the minutes unveiled;

glowing more fairer than the Sun at times; as the moon

bloomed full throttle in the resplendent sky,

I would hate it if you called me a Japanese;

existingin a world of earthquakes and technology; attired in

an oriental tycoon suit; and horn rimmed glasses

fitting snugly to the bridge of my nose,

I would hate it if you called me a Scotsman;

embellishing my dwelling with exotic ivory and

titillating cheese; frolicking in the Alps with my

boisterously ebullient kin,

I would hate it if you called me a German;

toweringlike a gentle giant above the ground without a boot on

my ingenious feet; riding in supreme exultation every

instant on the frontiers of spell binding innovation,

I would hate it if you called me a Hindu;

chantingcentury old hymns in front of the Omnipotent Lord;

entrenching my feeble wrists in a vivid festoon of

sacred thread,

I would hate it if you called me an African;

dancingin frenzied passion to the beats of the voluptuous

jungle; with a jugglery of Herculean muscle protruding

from beneath the layers of my magnificently sooty skin,

I would hate it if you called me an Australian;

fantastically juggling bountiful discs towards the

sky; munching mesmerizing burgers; as the sands by the

sea metamorphosed to a perfect golden,

I would hate it if you called me a Burmese;

indigenously thumping the soil to appease the rain

Gods; swimming voraciously amidst the waves; to

capsize my share of fish,

I would hate it if you called me a Pakistani;

marchingthrough the streets like a king in my robes of Persian

silk; enriching myself in a world of song and princely poetry,

I would hate it if you called me a Buddhist;

admiring my tonsured scalp which shone more seductively than

the cascading waterfalls; incessantly gallivanting

through a tunnel of statues and monarchs,

And I would equally hate it if you called me or

compared me even a fraction with Almighty Lord;

possessing magical powers to transform threadbare mud

into glittering gold,  

Instead I would be overwhelming honored; could slain

my life this very instant for all of you out there; if

only you christened and embraced me; as a HUMAN…

Nikhil Parekh

You are my compass which brings me back  for today

OCEANS

Tides to torrents
Between ebb and flow
Moments emerging in light.
From fathomless depths
To shores beyond,
Here, eternity in flight.

Hearts raised high
Worlds ever wider
One cast of countless sails.
Above tempest and trial
Toward untold horizons
Rectification soon to prevail.

LIFE ,

Life is a chance,

Take it,

Life is beauty,

Admire it,

Life is bliss

Taste it,

Life is a dream

Make it  reality

Life is a challenge

Face it,

Life is duty,

Do it,

Life is a game,

Play it,

Life is valuable,

Take care of it,

Life is a wealth,

Preserve it,

Life is love,

Enjoy it,

Life is a mystery,

Penetrate it,

Life is a promise,

Perform it,

Life is sadness,

Overcome it,

Life is a song,

Sing it,

Life is a fight,

Accept it,

Life is a tragedy,

Seize it round the waist,

Life is a venture,

Dare it,

Live is happiness,

Deserve it,

Life is life,

Protect it,

From French : http://obelixrevient.spaces.msn.com/

WITH OURS HANDS

With our hands
we can offer the world
Truth in timeless light

With our hearts
we can colour the world
Compassion in wingless flight

With our minds
we can calm the world
Forbearance in boundless sight.

With our hearts
we can raise the world
Dafa in breathless heights.