Funny but Precious!

I just love Cats!

I found these gorgeous photos on net and just wanted to share them

Enjoy!

Rana

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I’m Leaving, There’s no other way!

I’m leaving …

but will you hold me harder as we dance

The warmth of your perfume still runs through my veins

and this feeling of bitter happiness is smothering me

I wonder:

What If it was our last embrace

Once upon a time,

I was reborn from the ecstasy of your kiss

And once upon a time

I ‘ll give you my last breath

As we dance and dance in so much  grace

I wonder What if :

the Earth grows smaller than an orange

Won’t  I stay

Won’t we meet on the change of every night and day

a poor girl I am

always Wondering what if

I’m leaving soon

But only if you knew…

I don’t know from which port I shall depart

Or which destination Am I to seek

I’m heading towards a vague cliff

And All I know , My love , is:

”since the day I was lost In your kiss

I was reborn.”

I don’t know Where we met

and what was the shape of our lives before

I don’t remember how you held me so close to your ribs

and we became one

swaying  barefoot by that shore

In the ecstasy of that mania

All I recall is that

We died and we risen,  in a moment of passion

And I was lost In your kiss

Nothing else is appealing any more

It breaks my heart to say I’m leaving

As we dance again

I will whisper the words into your ears as I walk away,

I’m leaving, it’s not that simple, but there’s no other way.

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Letters To An Embryo

Dear Embryo,

This is my first letter to you; and I don’t know where to start. I guess I will start by introducing myself: I’m twenty four years old, just graduated from college and I’ve been happily married for two months now. But for as long as I could remember, I wanted to be a mother! My husband is thirty-four years old and he’s a wonderful man, very loving and caring. And he wants to be a parent more than anything else, so you see my dear we share the same dream.

You’re probably wondering why am I telling you all of this, and why does it concern you. Believe me embryo it concerns you a lot, because I’m your mother! And for the next nine months I will be your home, your shelter, and your nourishment! And the man I just wrote about is going to be your father, your provider and protector!
Now that you know who I am, there’s something I need you to be sure of “We love you”.

You can not imagine how happy I was to find out about you! I wasn’t feeling quite alright this past week, I felt tired all the time and I wasn’t sure why. Yesterday, we were at Saint Charles’ Church. And while I was praying, your father came to my side and whispered “If you really want a baby, then pray to the lord to bless you with one” and that’s what I did! I knelt on my knees, and prayed with all my heart and soul. And God answered my prayers!

On the way home we brought a couple of pregnancy tests from a near by drug store, I took the first test yesterday and no result was displayed. I was somehow disappointed, especially that your dad was waiting outside the bathroom door eager to know the result. He hugged me, kissed me on the cheeks and told me that we’ll take another test in the morning. But I was too excited to wait! I sneaked out of bed at Four A.M and took the test again! Three minutes later I was jumping on the bed and singing just like a child, your dad woke up to join me. So as you now can tell, I knew that you exist few hours ago and till now I can’t stop smiling and crying at the same time.

My dearest, I don’t know whether you’re a boy or girl but I promise to love you and protect you no matter what. And until I know your sex I’m going to call you “Embryo”.
I will write to you again when I make my first visit to the doctor, and I will inform you of the updates.

Until then, stay healthy.
With all my love

Your Mom

On 04 Feb 2011

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More Than Words Could Say!

I wonder how simple things could mean so much

How you changed the world around me in a touch

how an endless love is born from a simple crush!

How  one look from your eyes makes me blush

how u make my day better by a simple smile

the way you talk, the way you walk, all your style

It’s enough how easily you brighten up my day,

Do I love you

I love you more than words could say.

Rana

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And free I shall forever be…

Imagenever the wet grounds of winter or its cold heart be my home! I only live where the spring blossoms, for I to sleep in peace sheltered by those petals! It’s from happiness and sadness combined that I shall rise, for they are the components of life…I’m both Fire and water, and I shall need a companion of fire and water to understand the mysteries of my never-resting mind…An inspiration! Many pen holders said I was! A lot of poetry was written in my name, to describe the fascination of the beauty that god has put upon me, since my earliest womanhood…A tale that never ends… I keep my shadow high, and my pure soul forever innocent.  But danger, oh! that idea I never knew why it triggered my mind, For I like to walk upon the wind and prove that it could be done…an Inspiration I shall be not only to you, but to all those who like to watch from a near distance and envy my bravery! Don’t be upset my dearest one, I know at some point I’ll be looking for a peaceful l life as well…but until then, who’s gonna inspire me?

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An unexpected Goodbye

… she hugged him for a few minutes as she brushed his black hair with her delicate fingers, she kissed him a couple of times on the forehead and smelled his neck.”hey I’m just going to pick up my friend from the airport, it’s not like I’m traveling or anything!”
Hours later when the phone downstairs rang, she was afraid to answer it! as if she knew what news she was about to receive. Her baby next room began to cry, she felt as if ages passed before she could reach his room and pick him up.She took her newborn in her arms and broke into tears as she shook him gently into sleep.
The phone kept ringing, as if the caller insists on making her worst nightmares come true.
She went down the stairs as if she was an old woman crawling towards her final destination “Yes,”She finally answered, and Amy’s eager voice replied “Where have you been I have been calling like forever!
“Oh Amy you can’t believe how relieving it is to hear your voice!”
“well that’s certainly the first time you show it! Listen up Hun, Thanksgiving dinner is at our place this year. Betty is coming over tomorrow at four to discuss some ideas, I’m making my special cheese cake, we’ll be waiting for you to join us.
“Yeah, sure.I’ll be there.You take care now.”
She was about to release a long sigh of relief, when the phone rang again.
“Yes.” she answered…
  Today, She recalls the horrible night of the unexpected goodbye .She wipes the sad look off her face, and kisses the cheeks of her child.”don’t worry baby, you’ll do just fine.I’m sure all the other kids will like you.School is fun I’m telling you”…she wondered as she watched him take his first step inside the school, what if it wasn’t raining that night, what if the other drunk driver didn’t pass on that exact road, wouldn’t John be standing by her side now to witness his son’s first day of school”.

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