Life is Irrecoverably Wasted ...

2009 World AIDS Day “Getting to Zero - Zero New HIV Infections.  Zero Discrimination and Zero AIDS Related Deaths” Since the first time we started listening, knowing, reading and thinking about AIDS a few advances have been made, though there is still a fierce battle to be fought against the poor response to HIV/AIDS pandemic crisis around the world in some key areas: ignorance, lack of information, myths, taboos, prevention, care and treatment and research. Maybe the research and finding a possible cure for it, is what is more urgent, because that would stop deaths of people who live with AIDS, no matter the way they contracted the terrible disease, all of them are victims who are suffering.... We must never forget that none of us is exempt of AIDS, maybe a friend of ours, a lover (or a former one), a son, a brother, sister, etc has already gotten this disease, no matter if we are straight, heterosexual, gay, adult, married, single or even a baby, and a...

I guess there’s no point saying I care, I love, I adore, I’m crazy for u, I wanna live with u, I wanna marry and live the rest of my life with u… coz you’ve heard them all… And you’ve been hurt by they who said it.. Hurt many, many, many times by these words. I guess these words means nothing to u anymore.. For there are just words that will cause u pain in the end.. To me, u mean the world.. to me u are my world, my heart, my soul, my life… to me you are my everything… I know you’ve been hurt, many times.. by those u loved and by those who said they loved u.. I’m sorry u had to hurt, I’m sorry they hurt u.. I’m sorry u have trust issues, I’m sorry u have been hurt so badly until u are so afraid to let another love stay.. I’m sorry u have to hear all the words they who hurt u said once or said many times.. And right now I’m making it worst by keep saying it, over and over again.. Everyday.. Eventho its just my fantasy, I still wanna dedicate this to you. You might not believe ...

Across a park. A stolen glance. A lifetime of wondering if I'd ever see you again.

Sweet Hidden Truths… We often lie. We all lie whether we like to admit it or not. White lies are almost unavoidable just so that you don’t end up hurting someone. I guess it’s ok that you tell a small lie than cause a big emotional turmoil by telling the truth. Honesty has always been my policy but when I can’t be honest without hurting someone, I prefer to keep quiet. And then, I’m lying. Yes being silent without being able to tell the truth can be equivalent to lying. Words don’t always have to be used for it to be a lie. There’s nothing I can do about it either. Silence is just a kinder way of lying than using hurtful words. What Are You Doing? Coming to Words, it’s hard to look at a person or listen to them talking and decide if they are being truthful or not. People behave in bizzare ways and I believe we humans are way too complex for even our own selves to understand us. People often don’t have a problem in lying but hate it when being lied to. It’s human nature. The fact that...

To all the partners who walked out… Sometimes we all have our questions. We seek for answers and we don’t seem to find any. Was it meant so? Should we make mistakes again and again so that we finally would realize what we are doing wrong? Do we actually realize what we are doing to people who love us? Do we know what they feel? What can we see in their eyes? What does their smile tell us? Is their heart talking to us? Do we understand? Do we feel? Do we know? Do we want to know? Sometimes things don’t work out the way we have hoped. Sometimes we feel lost and confused. Sometimes we make wrong decisions. Sometimes… we hurt… Sometimes… we don’t know that we hurt. And sometimes it is too late to change things. This article is for someone… someone like you or me, someone the next door, someone you know or someone you used to know. Read it and see if you can recognize yourself here. When she got to know you, you were there to understand her mind. When she liked you, you reached out and...

Every day is a battle. Every. Single. Day. It starts the moment you struggle yourself out of your bed in the morning and ends in the late evening when your seemingly restless mind finally gives up to sleeping. Every minute of the day you fight. You fight your own fears, your insecurities. You try to be the best in everything you do. Each task, each assignment. You are trying to find who you are, where you belong. You search for the answers, and when you don’t find them, your mind creates new questions and then even more of them. You struggle against uncertainties. You fight for the better future. You are who you are but you know you can be more than that. And you are trying to prove it. To prove that you are good enough. To prove that you can achieve whatever you want to. You are setting goals. And to get near them is a small battle in itself. Each one of them. During the day you pull yourself through dozens of small fights. And at the end of the day, you are exhausted, overloaded ...

I am a lover. I remember… my color was black, the material was leather, the seduction was beauty, my justification was honesty, and the aim was ecstasy… I came to seduce you into a love of life; to help you become a little more poetic; to help you die to the mundane and the ordinary so that the extraordinary would explode in your life. I was then silently drawn by the pull of who I loved, which engulfed me with spellbinding grace and haunted in weirdness. It forced me to dream. After becoming a dreamer I could only find my way by moonlight and my punishment was that I saw the dawn before the rest of the world. I am no poet. I write memories I seize nothing inside. There are many ways to be free. One of them is to transcend reality by imagination, as I try to do, and poetry, my friend, is an odd jealousy—the poet never finds himself near enough to his object. My life seems like a patchwork - here and there. Scraps of pleasure and despair joined together, hit or miss. I want to rem...

I begin by counting the days, then the months. I don’t count anything anymore, except the hope that you will return, and the silent fear that in the years since we saw each other this distance—this awful distance, will have changed us both beyond reckoning. My love where are you? With hope I write to you… as I have always done. I am still waiting as I promised I would. But, I find myself alone and at the end of my wits. Today, after so many days I decided to go out for a walk. It was supposed to be a chilly night so I decided to wrap my favorite shawl around me before I headed out. Oddly enough, it took me 15 minutes to wrap it around myself. I stood there in front of the mirror; I would try to fix it but it just wouldn’t stay on my shoulders the right way. I was becoming increasingly frustrated since it was not the first time I was wearing this particular shawl. I finally just wrapped it around me however it could be wrapped and went out. It didn’t look the way I wanted it to look, ...

To really love a woman To understand her You've got to know what deep inside Hear every thought see every dream And give her wings when she wants to fly And when you find yourself lying helpless in her arms You know you really love a woman When you love a woman You tell her that she's really wanted When you love a woman You tell her that she's the one She needs somebody To tell her that it's gonna last forever So tell me have you ever really Really, really Ever loved a woman? To really love a woman To let her hold you Till you know how she needs to be touched You've gotta breath her And really taste her Until you can feel her in your blood When you can see your unborn children in her eyes You know you really love a woman When you love a woman You tell her that she's really wanted When you love a woman You tell that she's the one She needs somebody To tell her that you'll always be together So tell me have you've ever really, Really, really ever loved...

You’re in love with a woman, but she’s with another woman. Yet you still try your hardest to do whatever you can. Engulfed by jealousy and rage as your heart beats in its cage. She loves you back and longs for your touch. Asking her to leave the other is just too much. One in love, the other unaware, but there’s nothing they can do except in her heart saying "I love you". She thinks of her often and encourages their love as she patiently awaits an answer from above. The only answer she’s getting is "follow your heart", but what is there to do when it’s being torn apart? The woman keeps depression in her eyes. The girl keeps secrets instead of lies. Their secret love is still kept this very day. The other doesn’t know her heart began to fray. ..'Till the day Butterfly meets her Dragon..

Now, let me be frank with you here. I am quite confused with the connotation of the word “love” nowadays. In the good old days, when everything was true and there was no place for fake values, love meant a noble sentiment that tied up two people together and made them dream of getting united for the rest of their lives. Their true feelings stimulated both of them to take responsible action towards the realization of their dream. Such love, which helps one attain his/hers psychological, emotional and physical satisfaction that creates balance in his/her life, truly brings the ultimate happiness.However, nowadays we seldom see such love. Being in a relationship is considered having fun or an experience rather than having a commitment. We come across a person, get attracted towards him/her, have some fun, even “get down with him/her” and when a relationship goes to the dumps, we switch off our emotions, say good bye and move on. We fail to show even the slightest amount of concern. Do we ...

I dreamed of a love a love so true and then from above God sent you When our eyes met I turned away Only to regret That grateful day I search in the dark To find that key That triggers the spark You put in me I want you to see That my love is true Even though we can’t be I still hold my true love for you. To You : today is your birthday.. and You still don't know I'm crazy in love with you. Happy Birthday Secret Lover.

You’ll be okay Even when the world feels too unkind You’ll be okay You’re allowed to break and still survive The tears you hide will fall someday But healing always finds its way Every crack that hurt along the way Was shaping you for brighter days And when you rise and face the day You’ll finally know You’re okay

Somewhere beating, two hearts in harmony Somewhere longing, two lives in misery Somewhere their love, someday to share Somehow, someway Someday will join two hearts again Someday will share two lives "till then" Somewhere their love, someday to share Somehow, someway Somehow once more two hearts desire Somehow anew two lives a fire Somewhere their love, someday to share Somehow, someway Someway the distance two hearts erased Someway forever two lives embraced Somewhere their love, someday to share Somehow, Someway.

2003 I lay there in the bathtub staring in oblivion. The pain in my chest was too much tonight. I wanted it all to go away. I wished I could just tell her I knew and get it all over with. But I held back the urge for the millionth time. I wished I could scrub the skin off my body. I didn’t feel myself in it anymore. I felt dirty and impure hiding all the filth inside me. then the bathroom door opened and she peeped in. “Honey, are you done yet?” I didn’t know what to say. I looked at her and just smiled. That is all I had strength enough to do. Was I done yet? I guess I was done a long time ago, the day I had first found out. She came home late like she had done many times before. But this time it was different. I could sense it in the way she was acting and talking. I asked her as usual what made her so late and unlike before, her answers had a tone of uneasiness. I knew then that she was lying but my love was too blind to see it. I know she is still seeing her, sleeping with he...

Sometimes people talk to me about love. And so I listen and try to remember about the magic and the glory of love. I listen and try to recall when I was bathed in the blazing heatstroke of love. I try to remember the moment that I was standing in the sweltering noontime of love, feeling the heat and the direct rays that blind you, that paralyze you, that envelope you. It is as if there was never shade in your life. It is as if you never stood under a tree away from the sun. It is as if you were never anywhere but here where you are now. And you can’t imagine being anywhere but this place, in this searing heat as you are now. But one day, you find yourself standing in the shade and wonder how in the world you ended up here after all. You are now either divorced or widowed or just quietly removed from the sun. And here you stand, draped in cloaks that cover you from head to toe, making it rather impossible to feel the sun even if you somehow made it out of the shade and wandered by chanc...

 May you attract someone who speaks your language so you don't have to spend lifetime translating your soul.

If someone is really into you, you won’t be left wondering if you matter. You won’t have to beg for a text, wait for a call, or question your worth in the silence. Love doesn’t make you feel forgotten. Care doesn’t come with excuses. When you are a priority, you are chosen not once, but again and again, even in the smallest moments.