Bob Marley...and all the men I know

What if we (as in we women folk) found that perfect man...he could be our friend, partner, lover, and husband and perhaps even a 'partner in crime' as my friend Poli Gupta says, :).

Wouldn't that be wonderful? It would be wonderful provided we are perfect too, but who is to decide what is perfection? What is the yardstick? Where are the standards? And ladies, knowing us, we would still end up picking a bone just for the heck of it...:D.

Just the other day, Poli, shared the following picture on her Facebook wall. I simply loved it. This picture I dedicate it to all the men I have known, from my father to my husband, to my brother, cousins, best friends, friends, colleagues etc. They are all special in their own way and I have cherished their affection, warmth and their caring.

And my heart goes out to some of them for their undying patience and loyalty to a nutcase like me.

Sigh! Sigh!!

Source: http://www.facebook.com/#!/whatweseee

Standing in line....

I am standing in a line,
waiting for alms from you,
with my arms spread out.
But when you reach me,
you have nothing to give,
for you have already spent your love
on someone else.
Yet I am here day after day,
wearing out my patience and
wearing my heart on my sleeve.
While you profess
you feel nothing for me,
even in your handouts.
I may be a beggar today
for your affection,
but I am seeing cracks in my heart.
One of these days you will
come to me with an armful of gifts.
But I will be no more in the line,
for then there will
be a big gaping hole in my hand.
And my heart would have turned
to stone.