We are never ever ever getting back together again ....

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On Letting Go ..... Some Quotes ....

Today I am amazed at the things our children have done and their wide range
of interests.  They are all living their lives and not the ones I would have planned
for them.  But I have learned that their lives are theirs, not mine, and in living
their own lives they have given me experiences and an education I would never
have had if I’d been fool enough to make them do what I thought they should do.

There are things that we never want to let go
of, people we never want to leave behind.
But keep in mind that letting go isn’t the end
of the world; it’s the beginning of a new life.

If only you could see that looking back into an incomplete and imperfect past, with regret, blame, guilt
or resentment is keeping you from the treasures that await you here now.
The past has gone.  You cannot rectify something that is no longer with you.

Let go. Why do you cling to pain? There is nothing
you can do about the wrongs of yesterday. It is
not yours to judge. Why hold on to the very thing
which keeps you from hope and love?

Letting go doesn't mean we don't care.  Letting go doesn't mean we shut down.
Letting go means we stop trying to force outcomes and make people behave.
It means we give up resistance to the way things are, for the moment.
It means we stop trying to do the impossible--controlling that which
we cannot--and instead, focus on what is possible--which usually means
taking care of ourselves.  And we do this in gentleness, kindness,
and love, as much as possible.

As I started to picture the trees in the storm,
the answer began to dawn on me. The trees in the
storm don't try to stand up straight and tall and
erect. They allow themselves to bend and be blown
with the wind. They understand the power of
letting go. Those trees and those branches that
try too hard to stand up strong and straight are
the ones that break.

To let go isn't to forget, not to think about, or ignore.  It doesn't
leave feelings of anger, jealousy, or regret.  Letting go isn't about
winning or losing.  It's not about pride and it's not about how you
appear, and it's not obsessing or dwelling on the past.  Letting go
isn't blocking memories or thinking sad thoughts, and it doesn't leave
emptiness, hurt, or sadness.  It's not about giving in or giving up.
Letting go isn't about loss and it's not about defeat.  To let go is
to cherish the memories, but to overcome and move on.  It is having
an open mind and confidence in the future.  Letting go is learning
and experiencing and growing.  To let go is to be thankful for the
experiences that made you laugh, made you cry, and made you grow.
It's about all that you have, all that you had, and all that you will
soon gain.  Letting go is having the courage to accept change,
and the strength to keep moving.  Letting go is growing up.  It is
realizing that the heart can sometimes be the most potent remedy.
To let go is to open a door, and to clear a path and set yourself free.

One wears one's mind out in study, and yet has more mind
with which to study.  One gives away one's heart in love
and yet has more heart to give away.  One perishes out of pity
for a suffering world, and is stronger therefore.  So, too, it is possible
at one and the same time to hold on to life and let go.


In the end these things matter most:
How well did you love?
How fully did you love?
How deeply did you learn to let go?

On Letting Go

To "let go" does not mean to stop caring.
It means I can't do it for someone else.

To "let go" is not to cut myself off.
It's the realization that I can't control another.

To "let go" is to admit powerlessness,
which means the outcome is not in my hands.

To "let go" is not to try to change or blame another.
It's to make the most of myself.

To "let go" is not to care for, but to care about.

To "let go" is not to fix, but to be supportive.

To "let go" is not to judge, but to allow another to be a human being.

To "let go" is not to be in the middle, arranging all the outcomes,
but to allow others to affect their own destinies.

To "let go" is not to deny, but to accept.

To "let go" is not to nag, scold, or argue,
but instead to search out my own shortcomings and correct them.

To "let go" is not to adjust everything to my desires,
but to take each day as it comes and cherish myself in it.

To "let go" is not to regret the past, but to grow and live for the future.

To "let go" is to fear less and to love more.

Scarlette .... The colour he loves ....

The red lipstick on the mantle....
Reminds me of the time he bought it for me ...
Gifted it to me ....
I hate red colour ... But, I stilll apply it ....
Coz he took the effort to go buy it for me.

Scarlette is his favourite colour ....
Hence the scarlett car ...
He loves that car ....
It is his passion ....
How can I take it from him ....
No, I won't ....
It belongs to him .....
We bought it together ....
Just so he could come meet me ....
My colour is Silver ....
His is scarlette....
Scarlette car and scarlette  lipstick ....
I took to the colour .... just for him ....

Despite the animosity ....
That has set in ....
somewhere , my heart cries ...
Cries for his plight is not what I want to see....
His position is so sorry ...
Entangled and stuck in a web ....
A web spun by the wicked woman ....
Who today accompanies him .....
Poor man ....
He is in a dilemma ....
Hurting .....
The woman revels ....
She cheated him into believing her ....
And, now blackmails him into living with her.
I can't help him ....
He has to help himself ....
He has to be bold enough to say NO to her ....
He has to find the courage within ...
Else all his life ....
He will be her slave ....
And, a puppet in her hands.

Scarlette is the colour he loves ....
I know ....
Scarlette O'Hara .....
The classic story ....
Rhett Butler ...
All Gone with the wind ...
Yet, the wind has returned ....
History repeats itself ....
Scarlette  awaits upon Rhett Butler ....
The wound still fresh ....
The bump reminiscent of a rendevous....
A tryst with destiny ....
Destiny shall take its course ....
So shall the prodigal son ....
His rightful place in the family.

Winds of change have begun ....
So has the transition ....
The prodigal heir to be protected ...
The story to be told and retold.

Scarlette shall History be ....
Scarlette will be the western sky ....
Scarlette will be the sunrise ....
Scarlette will be the sunset ....
Scarlette willl be the Night....
Scarlette will be the moon ....
Crimson tide will bring forth ...
Vermillion for the forehead.

My confessions ....

My confessions ....are all about truth ....
They are the truth itself ...
Lest someone thinks ...
It is otherwise ... Nah ...
We live once ....
Let's live with truth ...
Rather than beat around the bush ....
And lie all the time ...
A life of lies is no life at all.
All my life ..
I have lived the TRUTH ...
Unjust word came in ....
When I realized that there were a few who were hurt by my blatant truth ...
Hence , it's a sort of an apology to those souls ...
Yet, Truth hurts ...
However hard one tries not to hurt ...
Truth breaks relations ....
Not an issue....
If the other person understands you well enough ...
If he/she knows you well ...
They also know that you mean no harm ...
It's your outburst ...
Your angst against a corrupt system ....
Your out pour against what they did to you....
If you were forthright ....
All this wouldn't have happened ....
But you chose to keep mum about it ...
You chose to do injustice ...
You chose your path ....
So, I had no choice ...
But to knock at doors ....
And look for you ...
And, ask just one question ....
WHY ME?
There wee others you could have duped ....
There were others you could have lied to ....
But, why me?
What did I do to deserve this?
I worshiped you like a Demi God....
I put you on a pedestal ....
Still you just walked away ...
Smiling and laughing ...
Into another woman's arms ...
The same woman you claim ....
Had cheated you ...
The same woman who was blackmailing you ....
Yet you walked away with her ...
No issues ...
But, you have dues .....
At least return what you took ...
At least return the honour you so conveniently soiled with your dirty feet.
My confessions are my own ...
They are my words ...
That shall echo for eons to come ....
Words that will warn others of your treacherous ways ...
Words that AGNI shall read ....
AGNI ... your very own....
 He shall restore my honour to me ...
In time to come....
AGNI shall be born ...
To destroy the evil ...
AGNI shall wage my war.

These confessions are for AGNI to know ...
For AGNI to fathom ....
The depth of emotions ...
To realize and to bring justice to me.

My confessions .... are our history ...
Yours and mine ..
So that our future generations can know ...
About your treachery and my fool hardiness.

The Torch Bearer ....

AGNI ..... The Torch Bearer ....
The apple of his Grandfathers eyes ....
The protected one ....
The one to carry forth your name....
The one to carry forth your forefathers name ....
For generations to come ...
I carry that lamp within ....
I carry that fire within ....
None else can give you that prodigal son .... but me.

The prodigal son is here to stay ....
He shall seek my justice ...
In time to come ...
He shall proclaim me to the World ...
As his Mother and bearer of his life.

Come hitherto my son ....
Come forth and claim what is yours ...
Your name ...
And destroy the enemy that has put me to shame.

The Torch bearer ....
The prodigal son .... survives and thrives ...
Safe and in good health.

INDIA IS LOST FOREVER ....

Yesterdays verdict proved it all ...
What from time immemorial people have been saying ...
The Law sucks ....
The Law keepers are worse ...
They suck the blood out of the victims ....
They are vampires ...
That thrive on the common mans blood.
They side with the criminals .....
They overlook facts and figures ...
They destroy evidence ...
They destroy every ounce of humanness in us....
They are blood sucking leeches ....
The ones representing the criminals ....
They are the ones who rape their own mothers ...
For they have no conscience ...
They deserve no mercy ...
All of them ....
Deserve to rot in hell ....
Hell it is for them ...
To hell with the LAW AND THE LEGAL SYSTEM ...
THE COUNTRY SUCKS ....
THE COUNTRY STINKS ...
THE COUNTRY IS IN THE HANDS OF TYRANTS....
I AM NO MORE PROUD TO BE AN INDIAN..
INDIA IS LOST FOREVER....

Every dog has his days ...

Today was your day ...
Guess what?...
And I  granted it to you ....
This is the beginning of the END....
Every dog has his day ...
At least dogs are faithful ....
Can't call you a dog.f
Saw your tearful mother ...
Saw  your cheerful daughter ...
oblivious of what was happening ...
I felt pity....
And kept quiet ....
They shouldn't suffer for your crimes ...
The time for your annihilation has come ..
Then there won't be anybody to offer you water even...
You bribed the law ...
They too shall pay a heavy price for it ...
For every dog has his day ....
Enjoy the day ....
For the wheels are turning ....
They will crush every bone in your body ....
They will mince your flesh ...
Your blood splattered every where...
No one to save you...
As all shall share the same grave as yours.

A lone woman's battle ....

A sense of Deja' Vu....
A slight relief ...
One milestone achieved ...
One step taken ....
An inch moved forward ...
Some progress ...
It's a long and lonely fight ...
A lone woman's battle ....
A fight till the end ...
A war that will see many casualties ...
A war that none will win ...
Yet, a war to be fought ...
A war for justice ...
For the rights of women labelled by the society ...
The so called law makers of the society ...
The so called Law keepers of the society ...
Who degrade women ....
Who disrespect their own mothers, daughters and sisters....
Now, it's a fight to bring them to their knees ...
If it has to be fought ...
So be it ....
The rest of the world on one side ...
Truth and justice on one side ...
I carry forth unabashed...
Unhindered by the defamation ..,.
A lone woman's battle ...
A battle for JUSTICE ...
Against all the odds.

There's no looking back ....
One step at a time ...
Long and lonely fight.

Seeing him in handcuffs today ....
My heart cried a bit ...
Yet, there was no remorse on his face ...
Arrogance and deceit writ large on his face ...
A belief that he could buy the Law ....
He tried ... his kith and kin are trying ...
They are disbursing money left, right and centre ...
To all and sundry ...
To avoid getting further remand ....
They are trying methods of intimidation ...
Yet, I steel my resolve and carry forth ...
The torch to light the path of justice.

I am no stranger to his antics ...
His dramatic ways ....
I see no shame on his face ....
No guilt at all.

His counsel called me names ...
Yet, I heard it all....
I flinched not a bit ...
For I know the truth ...
A naked truth about justice ...
A long way to go ...
A winding path laden with thorns ....
A path few dare to tread.
Am game for all the brickbats ....
Am game for all the labels ...
They are just labels ...
To picture me in bad light ...
To save the skin of a criminal.

They look at me in the court of justice ...
They look at me with hatred ...
Yet, they look at me with fear filled eyes ...
For they know ...
I am a woman of strong resolve ...
And shall fight tooth and nail ...
Till justice shall prevail.