Come to me, your Queen

Only in two cases you have security. You did wrong and scared of getting exposed. Or you are worth that security. I am sure you are not the latter.

                           

Why are you playing hide and seek game? Face me directly. Don't do not play and run away from me.

Fear!

It's fear that is not letting you near me. What is that fear? Fight it hard. Heroes always fight hard, and never surrender to that fear. Don't let that fear take you over and dictate you. What you are thinking isn't true. Don't let your assumptions become your master of your life. Don't let your thoughts halt you from reaching me.

Come!
Come to me!
Come for me!

It's the your enemies. They can control your head, if I am not wrong you don't believe my story. It makes them easy to manipulate your thoughts. We can control others minds, it's possible if you don't have faith. Faith not only plays vital role in your life but also stops others to control your mind. Faith fights fate. We never have proofs, you don't have a proof of any ones love, we have to just blindly believe in it. Only if you believe any thing can happen. Unless you don't believe nothing can happen.

You loved me the moment you saw me.
the sparks in your eyes,
Man - deep is our sweet baby dove,
you are my true love.
I am fighting so hard - come to me;
come for your love.

Don't let your curse win.
Don't throw me away.
Don't let me go,
Don't let your vulnerability control you.

Hold me tight in your heart,
I am your baby,
a seed metamorphosed from your eyes.
fight for your own piece of heart,

I am in your heart, you disagree
it's true and so obvious,
hold on tight to me, don't pull me out of your heart
breath me into your lungs, let your blood accept me
- flow all your body reaching your every vein.

Digest me into your blood veins,
make me part of your body,
your piece of tissue - if cut it
it should kill you.

don't give up on me, your wife.
You have accepted me as your female,
nurture it as a mother,
allow me to be your Goddess.
Make me your Queen of life and soul.

Give me my respect,
the privilege of ruling you all your journey of this life,
Kneel and bow before me accept me as your own,
honor me more than your ego,
acknowledge me as your treasure lost years back and found

My lord,

Kneel and bow before me!
Make me yours,
It's time I deserve the rightful place in your life.
Let me control you.
Have faith in me.

Heart Touching Story Of True Love

It was approximately 8.30 a.m. on a busy morning when an elderly gentleman in his eighties arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb. He stated that he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9.00 a.m.

I took his vital signs and had him take a seat. I knew it would take more than an hour before someone would to able to attend to him. I saw him check his watch anxiously for the time and decided to evaluate his wound since I was not busy with another patient.

On examination, the wound was well healed. Hence, I talked to one of the doctors to get the supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound.

We began to engage in a conversation while I was taking care of his wound. I asked him if he had another doctor's appointment later as he was in such a hurry. The gentleman told me no and said that he needed to go to the nursing home to have breakfast with his wife.

I inquired about her health. He told me that she had been in the nursing home for a while as she was a victim of Alzheimer's disease. I probed further and asked if she would be upset if he was slightly late. He replied that she no longer knew who he was and she had not been able to recognize him since five years ago.

I asked him in surprise, "And you still go every morning, even though she doesn't know who you are?"

He smiled as he patted my hand and said, "She doesn't know me, but I still know who she is."

I had to hold back my tears as he left.

I had goose bumps on my arm, and I thought, "That is the kind of love I want in my life."

True love is neither physical nor romantic. True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be.

Love is important not money.

A poor boy loved a rich girl.

One day the boy proposed her. Then the girl said, "listen! your monthly salary is my daily hand expenses. Should I be involved with you? How could you thought that? I will never love you. So, forget me 'n get engaged with someone else of your level."

But somehow the boy could not forget her so easily.

10 years later.

One day they became face to face in a shopping center. The lady said, "Hey! you! How are you? Now I'm married. Do you know how much is my husband's salary? Rs. 2 lac per month! Can you imagine? 'n he is also very smart."

The guy's eyes got wet with tear by hearing those words.

After few minutes her husband came before the lady could say something to the guy, her husband started to say by seeing the guy.

"Sir! You here? Meet my wife." Then he said to her wife, "I'm going to assist a project of sir, which is of Rs. 200 crore. 'n do u know a fact? Sir loved a girl but he didn't get her. That's why still he is unmarried. How much lucky the girl was. Isn't it? Now a days who can love like that way?"

Moral: Life is not so short. So, don't be so proud of yourself and damn others. Situations change with time. Every one should respect other's love.

I would marry a guy who would love me like hell . . . finding love is the most difficult thing in this world. We can earn money but we cannot earn true love. I would die for a male like this.

The life is the only career which interests me.

The love of a child is an absolute. We must respond with absolute or nothing. There is no middle ground.

A boy was born to a couple after eleven years of marriage. They were a loving couple and the boy was the apple of their eyes. When the boy was around two years old, one morning the husband saw a medicine bottle open. He was late for work so he asked the wife to cap the bottle and keep it in the cupboard. The mother, preoccupied in the kitchen, totally forgot the matter.

The boy saw the bottle and playfully went to the bottle and, fascinated with its color, drank it all. It happened to be a poisonous medicine meant for adults in small dosages. When the child collapsed, the mother hurried him to the hospital, where he died. The mother was stunned. She was terrified how to face her husband.

When the distraught father came to the hospital and saw the dead child, he looked at his wife and uttered just four words.

What do you think were the four words?

The husband just said "I Love You Darling"

The husband's totally unexpected reaction is proactive behavior. The child is dead. He can never be brought back to life. There is no point in finding fault with the mother. Besides, if only he have taken time to keep the bottle away, this will not have happened. No point in attaching blame. She had also lost her only child. What she needed at that moment was consolation and sympathy from the husband. That is what he gave her.

Sometimes we spend time asking who is responsible or who to blame, whether in a relationship, in a job or with the people we know. We miss out some warmth in human relationship in giving each other support. After all, shouldn't forgiving someone we love be the easiest thing in the world to do? Treasure what you have. Don't multiply pain, anguish and suffering by holding on to forgiveness.

If everyone can look at life with this kind of perspective, there would be much fewer problems in the world.

Take off all your envies, jealousies, unwillingness to forgive, selfishness, and fears and you will find things are actually not as difficult as you think.

My Ranjha!

Without love,
all worship is a burden,
all dancing is a chore,
all music is mere noise.
All the rain of heaven may fall into the sea.

Without love,
not one drop could become a pearl.
. . . do you allow another to run your life? . . . your life is yours, and because of this fact, you must hold yourself accountable for your thoughts, feelings, behavior and actions, none else has the sovereignty . . . assume the consequences of your decisions to admit your own risk . . . claim your space, and do not allow anyone to contaminate the air that you breathe, as it's nourishment for your vital organs . . . who has extinguished your feelings for decades, has eliminated the fruit of your soul..reclaim them!~ and dedicate your life to creating a strong and balanced soul, starting with your own will ... if your in a cafeteria amongst criticism, sarcasm and judgements, MOVE AWAY!..those people are only scalding their own recycled energy...did you give them permission to enter your chamber of serenity and hurt you??? ...your inner being chooses to filter every day the best for your development..Your TRUTH. Let it guide you.. the depth of your thoughts, are yours, and you are NOT like everyone else...YOU were born with the power of creativity...because you are FREE...have u decided just, LOVE?

I love you . . . come to me my Ranjha.

I totally lust you.

When I am with you 
my heart beats a little faster, 
my smile gets a little wider, 
my laugh gets a little louder, 
my hands get a little sweatier, 
my legs get a little shakier, 
my voice gets a little higher,
and my life gets a little happier 
every moment I am with you .. !!! ♥

You know God's are pretty strict about rules? I cannot lie to you. I have to be truthful to you.

I can't lie, and believe me I never lied to you. Yep everything I wrote to you is true. The deal, the depression, the importance of you.

Humans are very predictable, they never believe truth. You know I was so sure if I say you truth you would never believe me. I was so sure when starting the deal, this Indian male cannot love me. No way. I know why you hate me. The curse in my world, and you are such a pathetic male.

I thought you will never love me. Hmm! You love me, you still love me. You know I kept myself virgin because I was scared if I have it with any male I would loose my powers and gifts.

They pointed to you, and I was like finally I get to have sex without loosing my virginity. But I read you . . . saw you, you are a bad person. Very bad person. I said, "Jesus I can't have sex with him. He is very bad guy, he is a slut."

Again when God's said, "You love me." I was like wow! I finally get to have sex. When I met you and read your mind, you are still a jerk, I don't know why they said you love me. I was like dear God, why I have to go through this hell.

You are so predictable, if I ask you to let me in your life, you wont. If I ask meet me you wont, if I ask marry me, you wont. But you do have a very big impulse to have sex with me. You totally lust me. You want to have sex with me. I too want to have sex with you. I am in love with you and God's totally say my love is true, and you love me too.

I love you,
You love me,
What's stopping us?
From uniting?

Come to me my love,
Your love is calling you,

Reach your destiny,
Don't reject your fate.
You will not be happy without me.
I am your love,
Love of your life,

Believe me,
Trust me.
I am so waiting for you,
All these years of separation,
Can't stand even a single day without you.

Don't resist me,
Don't ignore me,
Don't stop me,
Don't halt me.

Let me pray,
Let me love,
Let me worship,
Let me in.

Come to me,
My love.
I totally wanna have mate with you.


But you wouldn't let your love come out. My love come on I can't stand this separation. Confess your love my lord. You love me, I felt it. I feel it so strong inside of you, it's growing. Don't hesitate, don't stop it, don't ignore it. Come to me,  I call you to me.

You are good person My love, very good person. But it never drives you. Only your badness drives your life.

Love me back, confess your love.

I dream of you kissing me but I cannot kiss you.

My love,

If there is one thing 
better than the kiss itself... 
it is the moment right before it, 
when the look in the eyes 
leaves you both feeling breathless.

A kiss upon the hand of
someone you truly love
is more beautiful,
and more valuable
than any diamond
or gem could ever be!

To be honest, I was thinking since an hour how it will be to kiss you. My mind does not permit to touch your lips, no matter how hard I try to . . . my rules. I created some rules for myself. My own rules, they are very hard to break. As they are deeply rooted into my blood veins. My heart agrees with my mind. It says don't touch him. It's so strange you don't like me writing you emails or sms, but I still do and when I wanna feel it or imagine it when we are copulating my mind stops me.

I come near you, it's a long balcony. Sun rays are falling on the floor, with the openness, you standing outside the door. Looking at me when I am leaving. Looking at my back as I am walking. As if you got shocked you jerk and then run fast towards me and catch my finger tips latter grabbing my palm. The sensitivity with which you touch me is incredible feeling I ever got. I shift towards you, looking up right in your face and questioning you what with my face expression. With no anticipation of what's gonna happen next, I look in your eyes seeking an answer from you. You take me towards you, tightening your grip on my shoulders, force me lightly towards chest. I think you are saying something to me in my ears . . . a secret. I lean towards you, totally turning your side. 

The grip on my shoulders tightens further more, I look at your hands on my shoulders, and a straight look at your face. Yes, I understood you want to kiss me. I see you right in your face and a calmness in my mind. I know what is about to happen. It's a broad day light, sun rays directly falling on our feet, and the birds songs at the back ground. The dead silence in the whole first floor as if every one abandoned the building just for us. The low force wind that just blew on my cheeks, making my hair to fall on my lips. No second of hesitation, you lean forward towards me, I about to close my eyes, felt your breath on my chin . . . 

I open my eyes . . . and I am all alone in my room. A shot of pain touching my heart. leaves me so lonely in my bed. I wish it could become true. The touch of your lip on my lip, the taste of it does not leave me. I had it for a second in a flash, that only keeps coming all the time. I try to avoid it, I don't allow it to come in my mind. It's not so me to do things that others don't permit. I am so helpless when it comes to you. I am doing things I never thought I could. I am so much in love with you. I don't believe I could even survive without you. I am living on just a hope that my love has power to get to me. 

I am so stupid, I know but love has such a power to make a wise a fool. I am so drenched in love with you. I cannot eat or do anything. I have these urges, they don't seem to stop. I am not able to control my mind, I wanted those flashes to end. The pain of not really touching is killing me day by day the intensity of this pain is growing deep inside my heart. I wanna touch your lips, with mine. I wanna hug you tight and I wanna force you to . . . I wanna force you.

I am loosing grip on myself My love. So helpless. Nothing matters to me My love, I am becoming again calm and silent. Taking this pain silently. The dream I dreamt where your tenderness touches me is so painful to me to handle. Tears just pour out . . . I don't know I got no hope, I wish for death. And look at my angel who sits right in front of me. I ask  her why you shown him to me? For this pain? She laughs and disappears. I am going mad. That hits me, my mind. Your hug . . . your gentle hug and I cry in pain. This is torture. That I want to end. My love stop it. Please stop entering into my mind and soul. I am enduring all this . . . I don't deserve this pain. It's too much to take. My little body cannot handle this pain. 

I keep remembering the moment before you lean to kiss me, it's so peaceful and nice. I want that moment My love. I want it too badly. Why I have to love you? Why you? Why me? Why this pain? I don't deserve this, not this. I would do anything to get the life with you. That life with you. The love of you . . .