BRIGHTER THAN SUNSHINE...

I never understood before

I never knew what love was for

My heart was broke, my head was sore

What a feeling

Tied up in ancient history

I didnt believe in destiny

I look up you're standing next to me

What a feeling

What a feeling in my soul

Love burns brighter than sunshine

Brighter than sunshine

Let the rain fall, i don't care

I'm yours and suddenly you're mine

Suddenly you're mine

And it's brighter than sunshine

I never saw it happening

I'd given up and given in

I just couldn't take the hurt again

What a feeling

I didn't have the strength to fight

Suddenly you seemed so right

Me and you

What a feeling

What a feeling in my soul

Love burns brighter than sunshine

It's brighter than sunshine

Let the rain fall, I don't care

I'm yours and suddenly you're mine

Suddenly you're mine

It's brighter than the sun

It's brighter than the sun

It's brighter than the sun, sun, shine.

Love will remain a mystery

But give me your hand and you will see

Your heart is keeping time with me

What a feeling in my soul

Love burns brighter than sunshine

It's brighter than sunshine

Let the rain fall, I don't care

I'm yours and suddenly you're mine

suddenly you're mine

I got a feeling in my soul ...

A song from the movie A LOT LIKE LOVE.....

FOOLS DIE

“Listen to me. I will tell you the truth about a man’s life. I will tell you the truth about his love for women. That he never hates them. Already you think I’m on the wrong track. Stay with me. Really—I’m a master of magic. “Do you believe a man can truly love a woman and constantly
betray her? Never mind physically, but betray her in his mind, in the very ‘poetry of his soul.’ Well, it’s not easy, but men do it all the time.


“Do you want to know how women can love you, feed you that love deliberately to poison your body and mind simply to destroy you? And out of passionate love choose not to love you anymore? And at the same time dizzy you with an idiot’s ecstasy? Impossible? That’s the easy part. “But don’t run away. This is not a love story. “I will make you feel the painful beauty of a child, the animal hominess of the adolescent male, the yearning suicidal moodiness of the young female. And then (here’s the hard part) show you how time turns man and woman around full circle, exchanged in body and soul.


“And then of course there is TRUE LOVE. Don’t go away! It exists or I will make it exist. I’m not a master of magic for nothing. Is it worth what it cost? And how about sexual fidelity? Does it work? Is it love? Is it even human, that perverse passion to be with only one person? And if it doesn’t work, do you still get a bonus for trying? Can it work both ways? Of course not, that’s easy. And yet— “Life is a comical business, and there is nothing funnier than love traveling through time. But a true master of magic can make his audience laugh and cry at the same time. Death is another story. I will never make a joke about death. It is beyond my powers.

“I am always alert for death. He doesn’t fool me. I spothim right away. He loves to come in his country-bumpkin disguise; a comicalwart that suddenly grows and grows; the dark, hairy mole that sends its roots to the very bone; or hiding behind a pretty little fever blush. Then suddenly that grinning skull appears to take the victim by surprise. But never me. I’m waiting for him. I take my precautions.


“Parallel to death, love is a tiresome, childish business, though men believe more in love than death. Women are another story. They have a powerful secret. They don’t take love seriously and never have. “But again, don’t go away. Again; this is not a love story. Forget about love. I will show you all the stretches of power. First the life of a poor struggling writer. Sensitive. Talented. Maybe even some genius. I will show you the artist getting the shit kicked out of him for the sake of his art. And why he so richly deserves it. Then I will show him as a cunning criminal and having the time of his life. Ah, what joy the true artist feels when he finally becomes a crook. It’s out in the open now, his essential nature. No more kidding around about his honor. The son of a bitch is a hustler. A conniver. An enemy of society right out in the clear instead of hiding behind his whore’s cunt of art. What a relief. What pleasure. Such sly delight. And then how he becomes an honest man again. It’s an awful strain being a crook. “But it helps you to accept society and forgive your fellow-man. Once that’s done no person should be a crook unless he really needs the money.


“Then on to one of the most amazing success stories in the history of literature. The intimate lives of the giants of our culture. One crazy bastard especially. The classy world. So now we have the poor struggling genius world, the crooked world and the classy literary world. All his laced with plenty of sex, some complicated ideas you won’t be hit over the head with and ay even find interesting. And finally on to a full-blast ending in Hollywood with our hero gobbling up all its rewards, money, fame, beautiful women. And don’t go away—don’t go away—how it all turns to ashes.


“That’s not enough? You’ve heard it all before? But remember I’m a master of magic. I can bring all these people truly alive. I can show you what they truly think and feel. you’ll weep for them, all of them, I promise you that.Or maybe just laugh. Anyway, we’re going to have a lot of fun.And learn something about life. Which is really no help. “Ah, I know what you’re thinking. That conning bastard trying to make us turn the page. But wait, it’s only a tale I want to tell. What’s the harm? Even if I take it seriously, you don’t have to. Just have a good time.



“I want to tell you a story, I have no other vanity. I don’t desire success or fame or money. But that’s easy, most men, most women don’t, not really. Even better, I don’t want love.When I was young, some women told me they loved me for my long eyelashes. I accepted. Later it was for my wit. Then for my power and money. Then for my talent. Then for my mind—deep. OK, I can handle all of it. The only woman who scares me is the one who loves me for myself alone. I have plans for her. I have poisons and daggers and dark graves in caves to hide her head. She can’t be allowed to live.Especiallyif she is sexually faithful and never lies and always puts me ahead of everything and everyone.


“Therewill be a lot about love in this book, but it’s not a love book. It’s a war book. The old war between men who are truefriends. The great ‘new’ war between men and women. Sure it’s an old story, but it’s out in the open now. The Women’s Liberation warriors think they have something new, but it’s just their armies coming out of their guerrilla hills. Sweet women ambushed men always: at their cradles, in the kitchen, the bedroom. And at the graves of their children, the best place not to hear a plea for mercy.


“Ah, well, you think I have a grievance against women. But I never hated them. And they’ll come out better people than men, you’ll see. But the truth is that only women have been able to make me unhappy, and they have done so from the cradle on. But most men can say that. And there’s nothing to be done.


“What a target I’ve given here. I know—I know—how irresistible it seems. But be careful. I’m a tricky storyteller, not just one of your vulnerable sensitive artists. I’ve taken my precautions. I’ve still got a few surprises left. “But enough. Let me get to work. Letmebegin and let me end.”

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

A new year starts....new resolutions.....new ideas....new tasks to do...everything so new...and yet not so new...people wishing you for a happy and prosperous year...expecting new and better things this year....expecting for a change...for improvements.....for good things...for a better life....

Im not much of a writer...thought i will still try writing...thanks to some good friends of mine who are really good writers.

Happy New Year anyways...

You...

You.......whoever you are, whom I always loved and never found. You....whom I expected to see at the end of days beyond the horizon, You ....whose presence I had always felt in the streets of the city and whose world I wanted to build, its my love for you that had kept me moving, my love and my hope to reach you and my wish to be worthy of you when I stand before you face to face. Now, I know that I shall never find you...that it is not to be reached or lived...but what is left of my life is still yours, and I will go on in your name, even though it is a name I'll never learn, I will go on serving you, even though I'm never to win, I will go on, to be worthy of you on the day I will meet you again, even though I won't........