Is it true?
Is it fair?
Is it necessary?
We are all different in our own way
but at the end of the day,
we all have feelings!
do not judge so easily
without first trying to understand...

Its a silent chilly night
Sitting here alone
My boredom is maximum
Decided I need a night out..
Perhaps just a walk and breathe some fresh air...

Walking past the old museum
A glimpse of an old man
sitting on a chair...
His shadow on the wall can tell
Just how bored he must have been
Working all night long..
especially on a chilly winter night

I approach the old watchman
Offers him a cigarette,
It may sound crazy
but I really need a company
This Night watchman  says, quite surprisingly,
" everything is quiet"
too dead in the museum...
as if he understands my curiosity
about being a night watchman

I don't need to probe more
he says its too eerie in the inside
surrounded with a hundred to 800 years old artifacts
and some classic works of dead artists
I work for the pay... he says...
I don't need to protect the antiques..
To this I am quite amazed...
but he says, " at night when everything is dark and quiet"
the museum comes to life...
my heart beats faster to this...
a real creepy story.. he is telling me..

He admits having difficulty to breathe
when he sees all the musical instruments
played by themselves one night...
when he tried to run... all doors are locked by themselves
he even peed in his pants watching all the statues
dancing and partying in every floors of this very very old museum
a spooky place... yes... ghostly spirits yes...
name it.. he says "I have met them all"
and even shake hands with them every night...

I have cold sweats... I have goosebumps...
I ask him whether he'd like a tuna sandwich
I'd go and buy them and come back for more chats with him
Its 3 am and I am listening to all these horror stories
from an old night watchman...

He agrees for the offer of sandwich
and demands for a black coffee too...
I runs to the nearest Seven Eleven
and returns as soon as possible...

I am standing here now in front of the old museum
with sandwich and coffee in my hand...
The Night watchman isn't there anymore...
he just disappears...

Curiosity makes me come back
the very next day
only to find out..
the Night watchman I talked to ...
and smoked with...
has passed away a year ago...
what an eerie feeling...
I just had an interview with  a dead Night watchman...

Just bought some capsicums
Big,round, fresh capsicums
Sweet and sour chicken in the menu
some fresh tomatoes, ginger and onions
A great recipe from mom's kitchen,
doesn't it sound and smell awesome?

green and red capsicums on the table
Take a sharp knife to cut them into halves
Paprika adds  flavor to my chicken recipe
The taste I must adore...

Surprise Surprise...  almost trip from the kitchen stool
A sharp knife falls on the kitchen floor
The green capsicums screams in despair...
" Are you really cutting me to pieces?"
And the red capsicums yell,
" Cut the greens not the reds?"
Is this my imagination ? Am I cooking in a dream?
capsicums can speak? Oh.. They really speak...
and pleading me to omit them from the recipe...
Again I look at the pretty capsicums..
Deciding whether to cook them or not

To capsicum I offer this thanks,
when needing something like peppers
It's you I very much adore,
Without, this recipe is lacking in so many ways.

Decided! In mom's kitchen
There is no compromise
Pretty capsicums green and red...
In my cooking *** you go.....

He stood tall and strong
at the mountain top
Beneath his feet
is the strongest mountain in the world...
He took this mountain
with sheer determination..
He has conquered this mountain
With hardships.... with pain
Blood tears, Blood sweats
Frost bites, he faced it all...
The mountain is his in the end...

This mountain ...
is upon his grips, He understands it all
He and the mountain spirit blends...
He feels the air surrounds...
The mist, the breeze, the echos  
as he takes his breath...
His spirit is high and strong...
He has won his biggest war
He has defeated his biggest fear
If he could conquer the highest mountain in the word...
No other mountains he couldn't take  

At the top of the mountain he stands
with his country's flag in his hand...
If you couldn't move this rocky mountain...
Don't ever think you could move this strong will man...
No, you cant  neither  touch this man nor his spirit
As tough as the rocks....
As hard as the mountains..
As rough as him the man who has conquered the world...
As tall as Mount Everest his spirit stands ....

So you are forty-two and I'm only twenty-one,
Age is just a number and you're my number one.
I can give you what no other can,
Trust me baby, I am twenty-one ..
But I am ready to be your man.. YOUR MAN..

I am your man, don’t care if I am twenty one
Try to understand you are what I want..
You were put on Earth for me.
It was written before I was even born ..

You were meant for me.. only for me..
Ohh sweet lady of forty-two.. you are mine
Only mine….
My fate is in your hand.. my heart in yours
Don’t ask me about my body and soul..
When you know it's with you all along..
Even before I was born…I am your man..

Ohh my gorgeous lady of forty-two
I am so crazy for you…
I fell in love with your photo that appeared upon your screen,
I know you want no other, I am your lifelong dream
I see you in my dreams,
In my every waking hour,
Come with me, my darling, let's seek our wedding bower
Age is just a number, distance is in the mind..
Just believe it; I am your man, and you are my woman..
Dont care how old you are!!!!!

Age, does it matter?
Distance, does it matter?

What if...
I write to him
but there is no reply?
What if...
I call him
but he wouldn't answer?
What if...
I text him
but he will ignore?
What if?
I try to look for him
but he isn't looking anymore?
What if....
I tell him how I feel
but he simply laugh
and leave me standing...
to die in huge embarrassment?
of his total rejection?
what if....
what if...
I am so glad I decided to  ignore
WHAT IF....
so I won this man and married him at last..
Happy ending...

Its gloomy outside
Staying indoors most of the hours
As if to mourn the death of healthy atmosphere
Hazy weather
The air is thin and crispy
The sunshine is frosty
light mist  and hot air
almost difficult to inhale..
Look up !
the sky is almost invisible
Dusty ... Visibility...
Having trouble even to see clearly...