I didn't cry. I couldn't.
I thought I was being strong. Crying isn't weakness though.
I thought I was doing it for the family. I wasn't helping nor hindering anyone.
I made myself ill out of pride. You were diseased.
Cancer victims don't suffer alone. Their loved ones suffer with them.
We don't suffer with pain, no. We suffer with the anxiety of the wish for health or relief.
Never knowing what would come. Always on tenterhooks.
That's just the way life works. Until you left.
Now you've left us. To suffer without you is almost harder.
It's not the death that's tough. It's the living that comes after.
In simple terms, there are three stages. For us watching the victims.
The first. Living a nearly normal life, nothing's wrong.
The second. Accepting the cancer and learning to live with you in pain.
The third. Living without you.
Cancer is mean. Cancer is selfish.
Cancer kills without a cause. Cancer.

May I have a sip?
In the cup of life?
I wish to be well
For this lifelong strife

Bones are cracking
HanDs are numbing
Body is shaking
Heart is aching

Oh! I've longed for this freedom
With a meaningful smile
But hEre I am, bedridden
Like a caged reptile

A chemo tomorrow
A surgery to follow
A wig that I borrow
To hide whAt is hollow

My friends, my loved ones
Please don't cry
I shall fight this sickness
And will not say goodbye

God give me strengTh
For I shall not falter
My life is a gift
And yes, it does matter

Lungs failing
With a heavy breatHing
Eyelids are bowing
*My life is ending

STAMP And Theme Make me to Imagine Beauty with Rain.                      
                           Beauty With Rain....
Have you ever feel and loved rain...Have you ever dance in rain..
if no than this is a time to enjoy with beauty with rain...
Close your eyes for a minute u dream for different world...
                    
                            Beauty with Rain
Rain touches your soul, 
Rain is weaving the hearts with dreams.
Rain colors the lonely arching in color
touching the sky,

Droplets  of water 
through your window glass
tapping of comfort 
of watering eyes.

Rain singing that song,                                      
And it reads, draws in life
Still fresh and happy.
But once I am, and you are also,
Buried in the sand, to eternal repose,
Who knows where.
Washing away sadness and bring new life.

Rain pure soul with happiness of feel and with fragrance of love ...
        one drop of water feel you to dream living with love joy and happiness......Rain is purity of soul and beginning of new    day..

                                                           -Chirayu

I hate my brain,
For not knowing what to say.
There are so many words,
Just waiting to be shared.
Yet my thoughts remain blurred.
Why?
I know that he cares.

To  the scientist
the heart is an *****
necessary to carry on living

and when it breaks
the scientist fixes it
with medicine and stitches

and the scientist knows
that once the heart is fixed
you can just keep on living
the same as before


To the artist
the heart is a masterpiece
necessary to carry on loving

and when it breaks
the artist fixes it
with music and poems

but the artist knows
that even though the heart is fixed
you can never just keep on loving
the same as before

-sg