Neena H. Brar Quotes

MY FATHER
If I have to write a poem about my father
it has to be about integrity
and kindness -
the selfless kind of kindness
that is so very rare
I am sure there will be many people
living somewhere who must be as kind as him
but what I mean to say is
I have not met one yet

and when it comes to helping others
he always helps too much
and as the saying goes -
help someone, you earn a friend.
help someone too much,
you make an enemy. -
so you know the gist of what
I'm trying to say here

anyways I was talking about the
poem about my father
it has to be about
passion
and hard work
because you see
you cannot separate these
things from him
they are part of him as his two eyes and
two hands and his heart and his soul
and his whole being
and you cannot separate
wind and waves
or living and the universe
or earth and heavens
and although he never got any
award from bureaucracy
the students he taught ages ago
still touch his feet and some
of them are the people
you have to make
an appointment to meet even if
it is for two minutes of their time
and that's a reward for him
bigger than any other that
some of his colleagues got
for their flattery

and also I have to write about
reliability as well
because you see <

It was hard to tell with her. Like a chameleon, Devika effortlessly feigned the role she sensed the other person expected to see, subject to what she wanted in return - mere admiration, for which she had a vast appetite for, or to get something she desired at that particular moment.

The Hardest Part

Not the loving, but the part
just after -
the remembering
when you gathered
the broken pieces
of what once had been whole
and the part after that -
the forgetting
when you drowned those pieces
one by one into abyss.

Only after loving you
I realised I had an empty space;
this little void, a tad bit of hollow
inside a corner of my heart
and it screamed: Fill me up!

The Awakening

You live this sheltered life
glass walls around you
in a fragile world
of other people's imagination
and one day
something comes and shake you -
a book, an idea
a person, a song,
or an incident -
and it awakens you to life
and what it means to live really
and so
you know
how
to save
the only life
you are capable of saving -
your own

To love;
not just love
but the way
it
becomes
your
whole existence
you got to
have some
madness in
your blood.

After family, books are the things that make me happy. Books are my solace, my sanctuary from the everyday cares. If I could I would make reading my soul occupation.

You must not always believe me
when I say I will love you
untill eternity
because love just
like weather
does not last forever
and you must not ask too many questions
because if there is no answer
I will be tempted to lie.

You know how your intuition warns you about someone, but you bury it because it shows the darkness underneath which you wish to ignore; the bright and shiny on the outside is so inviting, you don't want to look anywhere else?

He had swept her off her feet then, and was all charm and charisma but then the magic slowly diminished and finally died due to his secret betrayals over time. Thousands of little resentments had replaced the early warmth. But their hearts, although heavy with bitterness and anger at the failed expectations, had gotten used to the solace of each other's company that often comes with years of living together, and they never stopped performing this morning ritual of their married life.

The young, thought Sharma, have this ability to suffer much in the time of grief, unlike the old who have seen enough sorrow and know it shall not stay forever. The young hardly know grief is like a thunderstorm. It comes whispering softly at first, a distant hum, a halo of vehemence in the sky, and then there is a sudden, violent, and copious outpouring; that drenches everything that comes in its way. It darkens the sky and turns every inch of green terrain dusky grey. But they don't realize its ferocity will become less with the lapse of time, and the sun will shine bright and warm, and wash the land golden, and no one would be able to tell there had been a storm. They scarcely understand this essential unfolding of grief isn't meant to last forever, and eventually, it shall come to pass.

It wasn't an unhappy marriage? Could a marriage be happy, standing on a shaky ground of adultery and a disregard for the wife's feelings? He didn't say anything; he listened to her quietly.

When in love
try keeping your heart sane.
Once it loses sanity
the mind usually follows
the course.

Being rich and powerful does that to you. You don't get a chance to offer any clarification because people dare not ask you a thing. They would prefer to hear someone else's half truth, then make up the other half, and then whisper a twisted version in someone else's ear. The whole matter gets distorted in no time, so much so, that it no longer resembles the actual facts.

When she met Rudra, it was as if she had just awakened to the world and discovered its wonder. She knew a lot about dreams and a little about wickedness.