Into d world of blogs :)

Blog, the word itself scares me, i don't know why...... its a gives me feeling of thoughts and feelings being taken away, is that true??? Is everybody capable of sharing their minds and hearts??? What does blogging actually mean, is it your frustration and anger coming out, is it your hidden line of thoughts being poured out, is it a medium of getting public appreciation for our personal views or is it just a fact that we as human beings need "someone" in our life to share our feelings with??? When we blog on anything about any subject we really don't know who is going to read it and with what state of mind, what i may write here today may sound and mean something totally different to somebody reading it, so is my message being outsourced in the same way as i had written it???!!  Everybody has a different perspective about things and are free to share them but do we actually understand the core meaning of what somebody else is trying to say,people write about food, fashion, feelings,films,emotions,travelling, photography, technology,life,...anything and everything, is the right message conveyed??If yes, what is the right message'???

A Dog's Love (my love should be more dog-like)

When I need to love, my dog is faithfully there.
In the sweetest way, dogs shows us how much they care.They inspire us to play, to go for walks or run,
A dog's love is comforting and makes life more fun.

They're willing to love objects at any time of the day.
And somehow my dog understands what I say.

From a dog's warm welcome, true love is understood.

Their eyes reveal honesty; their heart is pure and good.

Great genius made the wagging tail, the 'happy indicator'.
Seeing a dog's tail wag, my own happiness grows stronger!

A dog's love offers a calming, therapeutic feeling,
Petting a dog's coat has a wonderful way of healing.

A dog's love truly feels as though it comes from a higher place.
than the oftentimes self-serving love shown by they the human race

This interspecies relationship helps my soul to grow
My love should be more dog-like; I am a human though.

There is no psychiatrist in the world like a puppy licking u face

One reason why dog can be such a comfort when you're feeling blue is that he doesn't try to find out why

                  My goal in life is to be as good of a person my dog already thinks I am

A dog is the only thing on earth that loves you more than you yourself

Dogs love their friends and bite their enemies, quite unlike people, who are incapable of pure love and always have to mix love and hate in their object relations." 

"Nobody can fully understand the meaning of love unless
he's owned a dog. A dog can show you more honest
affection with a flick of his tail than a man can gather through a lifetime of handshakes

friend..

I've seen the light,
 And it's in you,
 In everything you have
 And in everything you do.

 It's a perfect light,
 That shines for all to see
It radiates from you
And has pierced the heart of me.

 The light is from a friend,
 It's a light that keeps me warm
 It lets me know how loved I am
 And keeps me safe from harm.

 To my friend I'm thankful
 In each n every way,
or u lift my spirits up,
With every passing day.

 To know that u're there for me,
It makes me feel alive
Coz it's ur friendship's light upon which my love thrives.

 Thank god isn't good enough,
 But they're the only i know
 It's ur light of friendship
 That gives my world its glow.

words can hurt...

“Spiteful words can hurt your feelings but silence breaks your heart.”

Reminds me of a lot of things that happened lately. Words being said, which can hurt like hell and make one feel damn worthless. Anyway, i know, we can all speak and we use words. Anyway, what we seem to NOT notice is how and which words we use towards others. Sound stupid, doesn't it? Not really though, think about it for a second. When we are happy, we use nice words, almost like honey dripping from a comb. Now, when we are pissed, we can fetch words from foul language for that matter and those are the words, that causes little cracks, a saddened heart and sometimes bad break-ups. We don't want that, do we? But, unless we start thinking for ourselves and not use words that can hurt in anger, nothing will ever be or stay the same. It's not easy, i admit that, as i can be extremely feisty when my butt catches fire, so to speak. Words can cut your heart like a knife, i am not kidding. I always say, rather try and hit me, that i can take, but words always hurt so much more and that is one hurt that almost never go away. Don't insult people, don't swear at them and don't tell them they are stupid or idiots. That is honestly so rude. If one deserve to be spoken like that to, sure, by all means, knock yourself out. But undeserving hurtful words, just because you have a big ego of yourself, so not nice at all. Always choose your words carefully in any given situation, but be honest as well. No use saying things you don't mean, i know that can hurt even more. So be nice people, its not that damn freaking hard.

love conquers anything...

"Heart beat, only saddens me. Love, can be stronger, almost consuming. Love won't let leaves fall in winter."

missing you...

Everything i write lately, almost always is about you. I want to pen down each and every precious moment i spent with you. I still have to start each sentence with the first letter of your name. One can swear that i am in love, keeping this up. If i could have written your name in the stars, i would have done so a long time ago. If i knew the ocean won't have any waves i would have tried to write our love story on it. So it could reflect your name to heaven like a mirror. If rocks weren't that hard, i would have engraved our names on each one i could lay my hands on. If i were to write your name on my walls, i think that will only make me miss you more. Each flower and every tree, whisper your name to me, a small stream near by, call you, which only i can hear, your name is written in so many ways and places i see, it only makes me long for you so much more. One thing about you, you give hiding places a name, where my heart always will be. You gave life meaning, you even gave me your love. You bring me the rain, you bring me sunshine, you even make flowers bloom for me. This is not a love poem, this is only part of what i can reveal, as my love for you, cannot be explained as words would never really be enough.

sometimes...

... just the simplest things are most pleasing I picked a rose for myself as all this wind and rain was battering it. What better way than enjoying them in the house

Reading a book is like re-writing it for myself. I bring to a novel, anything I read, all my experience of the world. It brings my history and I read it in my own terms

cherishing human connections with family and friends

Simple pleasures of life - it sometimes doesn't take much! :)