~friends~

You're a true friend,
that I want you to know,
Our love for each other
has helped us to grow.
We've been through some tough times,
but we've made it through,
The only one I ever trusted was you.

You helped me through anger,
you've chased away fears.
You held me through sadness,
and kissed away tears.

You stayed by my side
when the world turned away.
You helped me see joy
when the skies were all gray.

You were the rainbow
at the end of the storm.
You help me be different
when I shouldn't conform.

You held my hand
when you knew we would fall.
Every heartache,
you saw me through it all.

I'm not sure
I'm always the best friend to you,
I know I'm not perfect,
but this much is true.

When life gets you down,
And there's nowhere to turn,
I'll help you through and
I'll share your concern.

I'll try my best to return every favor,
When you're sure that you'll drown,
then I'll be your lifesaver;
Even if we both go down.

Whether we sink or swim
doesn't matter at all,
Just know that I'll be there
whenever you call.

I'll pull you out
when life pulls you under.
I'll be the sun
when there's lightning and thunder.

And when it's all over,
And we've fought every war,
There's one thing I promise,
Of this I am sure,
When the time comes
that we're put to our rest.
Be sure that you know that,
My friend, you're the best.

And if there is Heaven,
then I know you'll be there,
That if you die first
then you'll hear every prayer.
And soon I'll join you,
but just know until then.
That I'll miss you each day
'til I see you again.

At the end of the tunnel,
you'll be my guiding light,
You'll lead me to heaven,
away from the night.

We'll be there together,
and we'll never grow old.
And we'll walk hand in hand
On the streets paved of gold.

Mera Jeena Hai Kya - Aashayein : Songs Lyrics

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xe2MEUfugls

Ab duniya se shikwa nahi hai Na raha ab zindagi se gila Kis ka karam hai, kis ki dua hai Ya naseebon se tu mujh ko mila Ab jo mile ho, door na jaana Tere bina dil lagta nahi Mera jeena hai kya, marna hai kya, jab saath tera nahi Paake rab kya karun, jab tu hi mera nahi Mera jeena hai kya, marna hai kya, jab saath tera nahi Paake rab kya karun, jab tu hi mera nahi I never gonna live without you baby now You'll be only one who'll always be my fantasy You'll be only one to make me reach my ecstacy I don't want nobody else but you I'm lovin you, I'm lovin you Berang se din the, tanha thi raatein Kuch na badalta, jo tum na aate Berang se din the, tanha thi raatein Kuch na badalta, jo tum na aate Kehne ko yun toh rishte kayi hain Rishton mein koi apna nahi Mera jeena hai kya, marna hai kya, jab saath tera nahi Paake rab kya karun, jab tu hi mera nahi Mera jeena hai kya, marna hai kya, jab saath tera nahi Paake rab kya karun, jab tu hi mera nahi Kyun chuph gaya hai, akhiyon ko meechay Sharm-o-haya ke pardon ke peechay Kyun chuph gaya hai, akhiyon ko meechay Sharm-o-haya ke pardon ke peechay Apne sanam se parda hai kaisa Jab ke khuda se parda nahi Mera jeena hai kya, marna hai kya, jab saath tera nahi Paake rab kya karun, jab tu hi mera nahi Mera jeena hai kya, marna hai kya, jab saath tera nahi Paake rab kya karun, jab tu hi mera nahi Ab duniya se shikwa nahi hai Na raha ab zindagi se gila Kis ka karam hai, kis ki dua hai Ya naseebon se tu mujh ko mila Ab jo mile ho, door na jaana Tere bina dil lagta nahi Mera jeena hai kya, marna hai kya, jab saath tera nahi Paake rab kya karun, jab tu hi mera nahi Mera jeena hai kya, marna hai kya, jab saath tera nahi Paake rab kya karun, jab tu hi mera nahi

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xe2MEUfugls

Letter to Bapu from Generation Next

Dear Gandhiji,

You left us 62 years ago. If you were still around, you would have been 140 years old. However, we have not forgotten you. You are on every banknote and most stamps. There are many statues of you. Prestigious roads in almost every city are named after you. Our politicians try to model themselves on you. They wear the fabric you promoted, they quote you at every instance, they've got a photograph of you in their office and some even eat and live like you. There are books, TV programmes and movies about you. Seriously, you'd be impressed at how much we still adore you.

However, there are things that won't make you feel proud. The India you spent all your life making free, is far from free. True, the white guys are gone. But there are still millions of poor people. In 60 years, we are still among the poorest nations on earth. This lack of money leads to a lot of problems in healthcare, infrastructure and education. In education, for instance, many children still don't go to a good school. Those who do, don't get into good colleges. And those who go to college, don't get good jobs. We need to get rich, and fast. Not only to make more schools and colleges, but also because most Indian problems are linked to lack of money. Yet, it is considered un-Indian to think that way. The young generation, which thinks like that, is considered materialistic and greedy. The older generation takes the moral high ground - slowness in work is termed patience, non-stop discussion and no action is called careful consideration and lack of improvement in standards of living is countered with claims about the need to live with austerity. And yes, in many cases politicians who speak like this claim to be your fanboys.

The younger generation wishes you could come down for one day and clarify these points. Is progress un-Indian? Is change bad? Is a desire to see my country as rich as some other nations materialistic? Is getting things done fast impatience? If you blessed our purpose of making a developed India, the job would become so much easier.

The young generation needs you down here for something else too. We have a new battle here, just like the one you fought with the British. The enemy is not so clear like it was in your case - the white people. Our enemy is the old school of thought, or rather the people who defend the old school of thought. They do this in the name of antique Indian policies, culture and values. You could help identify this enemy more clearly. Many people who are at the helm of affairs now have served India for decades, maybe with good intentions. But obviously, they don't want to accept they screwed up. We wish they would though and we'd have a national day of shame. It won't be easy, but from there we can make a new beginning. But they won't, for they are in power. And to defend themselves and their ways, they don't mind crushing the aspirations, ideas and talent of an entire generation.

Yes, there is a lot of talk of India being a young nation and youth power. However, youth power is the biggest myth going around India right now. Of course, youth has spending power - we can buy enough SIM cards, sneakers and fizzy drinks to keep many MNCs in business. But we do not have the power to change things. Can the youth get a new college opened? Can the youth ask the government to give tax incentives to MNCs to relocate jobs to smaller towns? No way. We are wooed, used but seldom heard. If you came down, you could unite us. You used religious festivals as social events and propagated your cause. You understood that people need entertainment to bind them. Perhaps, we could integrate colleges in the same way, link all colleges - maybe for their annual festivals - and the message of change could be channelled through them. We have amazing technology such as the Internet now.

You would use it so well. If the youth unites, there could actually be youth power.

With our purpose blessed, enemy identified and youth united - we could take the first steps towards the new Indian revolution. After all, China had one, and only after that, did they get on the path of true progress.

But if it is not feasible for you to come back, we'll have to try to bring about change ourselves. If we can be inspired to do that, we can say we have not forgotten you and understand the meaning of your birthday. We hope you had a good one up there!

Lots of love,
the younger generation
(also known as Youngistan, Gen X, Gen Next and Gen Y depending on the brand you're talking about)

still i will wait for you

I will wait for you no matter where you go
I will wait for you for however long
I will stay strong for that day I know
That someday soon will come along
That's when the waiting can be done
That's when the waiting will be done

Without you there is such an emptiness
That hasn't been filled in oh so very long
Only thoughts of what can be
Is enough to keep me hanging on
To the happiness that can come
To the happiness that will come

One day soon I will hold you in my arms
Everyday day without you will then fade away
And we will remember only this day
That was worth the price we had to pay
To find ourselves back in each others arms
And to have that, I will wait for you

I will wait for you no matter where you go
I will wait for you for however long
I will stay strong for that day I know
That someday soon will come along
That's when the waiting can be done
That's when the waiting will be done

No Flowers For Terrorists A Cry For Peace!!!!!!!!!

All the flowers
flying out of your mouths
are dead,
the air has killed them,
someone has poisoned the air,
all the 1960’s flowers,
can’t you see them as you march thru the grass,
dead flowers deadly flowers
.....................


How much will you sacrifice for peace?


Enough to leave those pretty parks
go by Saint Paul’s Church and
stare into the dead night of a windowless
building’s charred remains


till you see people’s flamed wings
spread out as they leapt
and you feel your own skin
burning so bad, you’d kill to stop it,


do you want peace enough


to look at every photo of those missing
since September 11th,
read the rosary of names aloud
as you once read the names of
the South American “disappeared,”
marched and petitioned us to help
those in Somalia, Bosnia, remember,
even went there, some of you,
risked your lives for them....


More than 3000 dead buried
a few miles from where you live
homes some of you left in fear
afraid to return
breathe air makes you sick,


toxic excuses... only
the allergies asthma are real
and the nightmares you wake trembling from,


are you willing to descend into hell
till you cough up all the dead fairy-tale flowers,
your eyes blaze with anger
at what was and isn’t
and is, now....
you’ll do anything, yes even wage war
to keep this from happening again,


do you want peace enough
to look at a picture of Hitler
and admit that innocent people died then
so you can live now


stop marching long enough
to look around at your city,
imagine one woman taking a plane
one man entering his office,
you’ll do anything
to keep them alive
this city you love, safe


how much do you really want peace?
.....................


Look at all the flowers,
dead flowers... deadly flowers