A wounded heart....

I loved you so much,
that I can't hate you anymore...
Wish the things we said to each other,
were never said before!

I try to forget and get over it all,
mind you, for me, it was a steep fall...
from the heavens of love, now, hell I see...
why couldn't we make it, what we wanted it to be?

I was childish, possessive, and a moron I agree,
But I'm sure you'd know, it wasn't only me!
I loved the way we made up after a fight,
now there's just noone I'd call to wish good night!

There's a big void, I dont know how to fill...
Jack is here, but where's his Jill?
What went wrong, I have no clue, But,
I'd never be able to love anyone else, the way I loved you!!

Lonely and blue, through nights I've cried...
A little harder, I wish we had tried...
The friend I wanted, was never there...
All I wanted was a little love and a little care!

The smile that usually made my day,
The voice that drove my worries away,
Has now gone and drifted apart,
Leaving behind a wounded heart!!!

Coffee & Cups!!

This was a nice mail sent to me, so thought I'd just put this up here....

A group of alumni, highly established in their careers, got together to visit their old university lecturer. Conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and life. Offering his guests coffee, the lecturer went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups: porcelain, plastic, glass, some plain-looking and some expensive and exquisite, telling them to help themselves to hot coffee.

When all the students had a cup of coffee in hand, the lecturer said "If you noticed, all the nice-looking, expensive cups were taken up, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. While it is but normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress." "What all of you really wanted was coffee, not the cup, but you consciously went for the better cups and are eyeing each other's cups.

Now, if life is coffee, then the jobs, money and position in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain Life, but the quality of Life doesn't change. Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee in it."

So don't let the cups drive you...enjoy the coffee instead!