All For Your Sake

All For Your Sake

My heart burns like a candle
All night for your sake
And in the morning of your smile
It lights up for your sake

My heart longs and yearns
So deeply for your sake
And then it just shatters
Like crystal for your sake

My heart hopes and wishes
So truly for your sake
And when you thrust it away
It weeps for your sake

©Copyright 2009 Rajesh Hingoranee



Personal Musings – Page 4

Looking back at the early days of their friendship…

During 1995-96, Nick lived and worked New York.  Ann had moved to California during January 1996 right after her marriage with Rob.  On her first day in town, Rob had dropped her off at Sam’s place, so she would not be alone at home while he was at work.  Nick remembers having experienced an unexplained feeling, even before he had met her in person!  His heart had gone out to her, as he knew Sam’s home was always in a shambles, and that Ann would surely have been happier staying alone at home.  Although he could not for the life of him understand why he had felt so much for her when he had not even met her, Nick knew at the time that she would eventually have a significant influence on his thoughts and feelings.

Nick met Ann for the first time during the spring of 1996 when he was in California on vacation.  Having already harbored strange feelings for her, Nick always remembered the first words Ann had said to him, “I have heard so much about you, Nick”.  Later that year, in summer, when Nick was in California again on a house-hunting trip, as he had landed a job there, he remembers having had a fabulous time at her place.  He could sens a great friendship in the making, and looked forward to that.  Although they were practically strangers at the time, Nick felt she had already started to hold a special place in his heart.  But were there other feelings – feelings that Nick never imagined having – that were making their presence felt?

From 1996 until mid 2000, there was little communication between Nick and Ann, although they kept in touch via phone calls and occasional visits.  On one such visit, Nick remembers when Rob’s sister commented negatively on his stubble, Ann was quick to point out that his stubble suited him and that he looked very nice.  Nick did not know how to thank her for her compliment so he just shook her hand in appreciation, noticing a flood of emotions, but speaking not a word.  That was the first time he had ever shaken her hand and that gesture became a tradition that continued over the years of their friendship.

…to be continued.


The World Is Yours

The World Is Yours

The light of the moon is yours
The brightness of the sun is yours
The twinkle of the stars is yours

The grace of the clouds is yours
The coolness of the breeze is yours
The song of the birds is yours

The scent of the flowers is yours
The beauty of the roses is yours
The tenderness of the petals is yours

My heart is yours
My soul is yours
My world is yours

Why can’t you be mine?Image

©Copyright 2009 Rajesh Hingoranee

Love is…

In the coldest of winters,
You bring the warmest of feelings;

In the darkest of nights,
You bring the brightest of lights.

In the deepest of agony,
You bring the highest of elation;

In the worst of sorrow,
You bring the best of joy.

Your presence in this world
Makes it seem so heavenly;

Your fragrance in this world
Makes the roses green with envy.

©Copyright 2009 Rajesh Hingoranee


Sometimes it seems as though
Life is one darned thing after another;

Sometimes I feel as though
Life is moving farther and farther;

Sometimes life seems so unreal
I wonder if people really care;

Sometimes life goes on as though
Its not being fair, its just not fair.

Sometimes I wonder if its possible
To long for someone so far;

Sometimes I wonder if its true
That all’s fair in love and war.

©Copyright 2009 Rajesh Hingoranee

Personal Musings – Page 1

“The miracle of friendship speaks from one heart to another, listens for unspoken needs, recognizes secret dreams, and understands the silent things. Friends always pray for your happiness – hence they are a blessing in disguise.” As I pen my thoughts, how I wish I could express my emotions as creatively as the distinguished literary personalities who have graced this world to date; how I wish I could break the shackles of society and culture, or the erroneously perceived boundaries of social etiquette, and of useless traditions, and shout out aloud with all the freedom and courage of my heart; how I wish I were in a different time and place, free of commitments; so that I may continually and freely express my feelings. In my search for true friendship, I have spent considerable time trying to convince myself of the fact that human beings do have the heart to return love – that love begets love; yet, somehow, the effort seems in vain.

An Ode to Love

An Ode to Love

Is it a dream, or is it for real,

Or is it love that I truly feel?

Is it magic, or is it your face,

That I’m drawn to you in haste?

Are those your eyes, or ocean depths?

In whose waves, I’m forever being swept.

Is it your laughter, or an angel’s song?

For it urges me to sing along.

Is it true, or just a fantasy?

When I’m with you, life seems so heavenly.

Are you an angel, or are you love?

For when I’m with you, I’m a peaceful dove.

Am I sane, or am I crazy,

Or is it an allergy, making things hazy?

Do I laugh, or do I cry,

Knowing you’re a friend, but just passing by?

Is it weirdness, or is it sanity,

Or is it just my stupid vanity?

Do I believe in God, or do I believe in love?

For you’re in my heart, where I feel His love.

Is it a tingle of love, or is it something else?

When I see your smile, my heart just melts.

If I love you, do I let go,

Or do I fight for you, all the more?

Is it my heart, or is it my mind?

‘Cause a way to stop loving you, I can’t find.

Should I wait, or is it too late?

Or do you belong in my fate?

Would you be happy if I let go?

Oh, for the love of God, say it isn’t so!


An Ode to Love

©Copyright 2009

Rajesh R. Hingoranee