Whiskey Lullaby

It’s been a long day. You return to an empty house. The earth has turned away from the sun and night’s shadows have come out to play. You enter your den, switch on the evening lamps, loosen your tie, kick off your shoes and walk to the bar. “What will it be today?” you ponder. There’s a winter breeze blowing through the open windows and tonight’s just one of those nights. The resonant sounds of Beethoven’s Ninth fill the room. This evening you need something strong; like desire, warm; like memories and rich; like the fabric of your mind. Instinctively you reach for the whisky. For after all, it has to be a perfect evening…

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I am...

“I am me.
I am a promise made and kept.
I am a being of beauty.
I am lace and fine satin.
I am Jell-O and custard.
I am hope and love and dreams and aspirations.
I am joy and sometimes hurt.
I am a cacophony of noise. A reveller. Sometimes the rambunctious rebel without a cause.
I am a riot of colours. Bright orange. Scarlet red. Baby pink. Bottle green. Sunshine yellow. Moonshine purple. Ashes of roses.
I give love unconditionally to a world that doesn’t want it anyway.
I fear, yet I trust.
I give you heartaches, yet I make your day.
I am the future, but only if you let me live in the present.
I am a child.
I am me…"


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Oh, you are so emotional.
There you are all caught up in your emotions, wearing your heart on your sleeve, wearing your heart on every piece of clothing you own. You cry at the drop of a hat. You cry absolute buckets. You cry me a river.
You’re a woman (you can’t help it) you’re a girl (now don’t get me wrong) you’re a woman and you’re so emotional about everything and
Even at those times when you’re perfectly rational and perfectly capable somebody somewhere will look at you and shake their head and say (like it’s the worst thing in the world)
"Oh you are so emotional"
and of course that really makes you want to scream.
And then just as soon as you don’t weep, which is most of the time anyway’ and you’re cool and calm absolutely brilliant under pressure somebody somewhere will say you’re too cool and too calm and then, of course, you’re suddenly and forever called insensitive.
Ah to be a Woman
somewhere in the middle of all these assumptions and all the labels is the way you really are. You are kind (that’s why we have hearts). You are strong (or you wouldn’t have made it this far). You are fearless (or you would have hidden your heart long ago). And because you wear your heart so easily sometimes
you know how easily it is broken.
So, through time, you have learned to perfect it. You learn to take it out for long walks. You learn to let it breathe deeply. You learn to treat it with respect.
And, through time, you have learned to move it and bend it and shake it and make it accountable because the best way to keep a heart alive is to be unafraid to use it. And you are so very good at using it.
Listen
Your heart is beating. This means you are alive. Your body is moving. This means you cannot be stopped. This world and all its labels are calling to you. You’d love to answer. But you’re moving so fast you can’t hear a thing.

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Fantasize

You are in a dark tunnel. You see a light. Walk toward it. You enter a field. It’s a spring day. There’s a chill wind blowing. The sun is dancing lightly on the grass. Take off your shoes. You’re on sacred territory. It’s peaceful. Walk. Breathe. Take in the ambiance. Feel it. Let it become you. Walk through the grass. Let it gently caress you. Like a woman’s fingers lightly brushing against you. It’s an elusive touch. But it’s constant through the field. It feels so good. You wanna lie down. You need to lie down. The need is engulfing you. You give in. gently lie on the grass, like you’d gently lay your head on her shoulder or her breasts. It feels great. You’re suddenly at peace. All is well with your world. But too soon the night comes. You have to leave her. You get up reluctantly. She won’t let you go. But you have to. You force yourself away from her and walk towards the tunnel. She cries not to leave, but you have to. You beg her to understand and she does. But not until you promise you’ll be back to visit her the next day. You can’t resist those appealing eyes, that angelic face…you know no matter how hard you try to stay away, you will be back the next day. For after all this is your comfort zone. This is your peace in a crazy world. You leave to go back to the madness. But guess what? You are at peace. There’s always her to look forward to the next day. She’ll always be there. For after all, dreams always exist to make the reality easier to bear and Mother Nature always has place for you in her bosom…

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Elusive…

Close your eyes
Clear your mind
Free your soul.
Open your eyes
Look into his.
They are the first thing you catch,
or rather what catches you.
They size you up and dart around.
Intelligent, deep, they do all the talking.
A voice;
inaudible,
silent
yet strong.
Hands that care,
caress,
soothe,
heal.
His heart signifies passion… and soul-
eternal,
immortal,
always afire.
Like old vintage wine drink him in.
Savour the taste,
quench your thirst.
Close your eyes…
But just for a second.
Imprint him on your mind.
Imprison him in your heart.
That’s all you might have of him.
A vision.
Open your eyes…
Nothing.
All you see is nature,
all you hear is your breathing…
Did you close your eyes for more than a second?
You’re alone.
He’s gone.
Just a memory.
Barely a fantasy.
Maybe a dream.
My young Lochinvar has vanished over the glen…
…again…
But this time alone…
Without his lover…
Without me…
Perhaps the great love of ones life is not meant to last.
Perhaps that’s how ours became that great love…
…by ending…


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The Ties That Bind

The boundaries of seven Emirates haze beneath the shifting sands of time and space. Characterised by its geographically strategic location and its trading roots, this vast empire has mesmerised travellers and traders since time immemorial and now investors and businessmen alike...

From up above, the coast gives the impression of being a jagged stratum of breakers along a golden shoreline — to the west a labyrinth of reefs and islands laze around in lustrous waters, to the east a Spartan terrain of dunes and sand bars circumscribed only by the stark knolls. This realm and its inhabitants have been wrought by these compelling forces — the desert, the mountains, and the sea. This high up, the mechanisms of men are but a play of light and shadow — a chimerical chiaroscuro against the perpetuity of the topography. But step closer and they begin to have a more imposing assortment - six-lane highways with a torrent of automobiles, pipe dream cities of ivory and crystal glass, rising like apparitions out of the waves.
From being a trading empire to becoming a trading hub, the United Arab Emirates consists of the capital Abu Dhabi, the commercial hub; Dubai, the bustling town of Sharjah, the rustic Umm al-Qawain, the slow paced, relaxing Ajman, the Northernmost Emirate of Ras al-Khaimah and the port town of Fujairah.
The United Arab Emirates’ established character as a focal point for trade, both in terms of importing and exporting, as well as functioning as a base and a pivot point for trading facilities and activities, were well reputed preceding the unearthing of oil. Arab merchants, trading dhows, and camel trains are a fundamental component of its history and legends. The ways and means of conducting business may look as if they have been tainted noticeably when evaluated in comparison with their ancient roots. In reality the basic values linger, in that personal dealings are imperative as a foundation for constructing reciprocated faith, and verbal covenants or handshakes perform a vital role in negotiations. It is against this solid background that the United Arab Emirates continues to reach out to new communities, businesses and individuals, in a quest not only to trade, but also to foster links of comradeship and belief that have enduring worth. In this sense, trade in the United Arab Emirates is not merely a manner of commerce but is an essential and treasured element of daily life.
India has always been a part of this link and scheme of things. The eminent trade relations between the United Arab Emirates and India go back numerous centuries. These well-built mutual trading connections have been maturing gracefully during the last few decades and facilitated in making the two countries "Partners in Prosperity". Thus leading up to The Third UAE Trade Exhibition in India 2005, uniquely initiated by the Dubai Chamber of Commerce and Industry (DCCI), Jafza-Dubai Business Hub and the Department of Tourism and Commerce Marketing (DTCM), it intents to progressively augment the UAE-Indo trade and economic relations through offering prospects for operational companies in the UAE to showcase their products and services in India, which is considered as one of the biggest consumption markets in the world. It is the ideal occasion for trading corporations, entrepreneurs and investors to make the most of business opportunities presented to them in India. The event also works as a channel for extensive escalation of Indian investments in the UAE, especially in the Small and Medium Enterprises (SME) Sector where Indian capital and technology contribute considerably.
Mentioning businesses in United Arab Emirates and not speaking of the free trade zones and their place in the scheme of things is like leaving out a vital part of UAE. These have also imparted a noteworthy thrust for trade in the UAE. Jebel Ali was the first free zone and commenced in the mid-eighties and was an instantaneous success. Since then, free zones have come up all across the UAE.
The Internet may be spearheading a global communications revolution; fashion designers may embrace "ethnic" hues and styles; restaurants may spread their food chains across the globe. Beyond the front pages, UAE-Indo trade is an actuality that touches our lives in ways most of us never stop to think about. Increased international trade has made us wealthier and allowed us to lead more diverse lifestyles.
Bilateral trade relations like those between UAE and India, have been forged in the sands of time and carved in stone. With each passing phase, ties strengthen and alliances become the writing on the wall that will tell tales of economies that flourished because they co-existed, grew, lived and learned from and with each other.


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Of Meanings and Musings

Define a chance.
Is it a risk, a venture?
Or the modest version of its more flamboyant relative destiny?
Define a meeting. An encounter.
Or is it the coming together of more than just people?
Define closure. Is it just a feeling?
Then what about infatuation? Longing? Love?
There are things that escape ‘meaning’.
How love can hurt so much, for instance.
Or how it can make you feel you own the world.
Or are platinum and gold mere elements on the Periodic table?
Define a colour. Monochromatic. Ashes of roses.
Define an ice-cube finding its way down your back.
Define the good stuff. Ever wonder how it’s relative?
How it’s the little moments that actually matter?
How any man can sweep any woman off her feet?
As long as he has the right broom?
Define a kiss.
Is it the opening of your mouth?
And the speaking of your heart?
For that matter how do you define life itself?

Does time really ever stand still?
Does the moon ever radiate its own light?
How long is the time before two lovers meet?
Does three months last only for 90 days?
Does a Kodak moment last for only 1/500th of a second?
How much time is too much time?
When you’re listening to the Rascal Flatts anthology?
When you have the world laid before you
And the one you love isn’t there to share it?
Sometimes 2 hours indulging in a hot bath,
A glass of dry red wine and piping hot food,
Can seem like an evening.
A night of dancing
In the arms of the one you love,
A whole year.
Sometimes a kiss beneath the stars
Can feel like a lifetime.
And being loved by YOU
And loving you, is an eternity.


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