Why Cant this Appen

Once I was dusting my book of life,
I happened to see a beautiful page,
It was lying untouched for so long,
Not getting attention of any sort.

An urge aroused to go through it fast,
As if to feel it all again and again,
It revived me of each bits once more,
It generated ample of refreshment.

God...How beautiful was each day!..
Each moments were full of life.
Those days possess spring of all seasons,
It is a precious mine of best memories.

The way I was turning back the pages,
I wished I could just rewind my ages,
To reach there to get back those days,
Just to fill my empty days to feel alive...

Which has started loosing its essence...
Slowly but sadly by the hands of time.
But never I doubt that even time can ever,
Destroy or fade the beauty of that page

To my MOM

I feel wonder of your love
It is deeper than this calm sea
It has no limits as the clear sky
There are no tearful ends can see

When tears cover my heart
When I feel there’s nobody to me
I hear you as my heart beat
Collects my broken hopes to me

Sometimes I am hurting you from words
I am giving to your heart so much pain
Sometimes I am not caring of your words
But lovingly you are taking me again

You are a river of kindness you are the love
There is no any example in this whole world
You are the real meaning to the adorable love
Mom always you are the strength to my world

Still I feel of you as the very first days
I cried without you
Words are too poor to explain
But Mom, so much I love you

Delicated to woman

A smile of a woman can swept away
Thousands sorrows of a man’s heart
One woman can make from one day
A man’s heart as fresh and as great

A woman can wipe very hot tears
And bring smiles to a tearful face
A woman can take lots of fears
And give to others the joy ‘s rays

A woman can express sweetest words
To make soft feelings in a tough heart
Only a woman can wet their eyes
Because of another one’s broken heart

Only a woman can make a baby to sleep
And invite angels to the baby’s dreams
Only a woman can hide an ocean of tears
And smile as thousands of starry skies .

Whts Life???????????

A question that haunts everybody’s mind
More you explore, more complications u find.
Neither easy to understand nor easy to know,
Its kind of drama with different sorts of show.
Some think controller is almighty god,
Other thinks they are their own lord.
Play starts with birth & ends with death,
Before one starts understanding it becomes too late.
Relations are given relations are made,
How faithful is one he can only grade.
Some call it struggle, other call it race.
Can’t one be happy in what little he gets?
I call it beautiful, I call it fun
No need to understand it, accept whatever comes.
Enjoy every moment of life with all ups and downs
Stop fighting, stop struggling, and stop longing for more n more
Nothing going to go with you that is for sure . . .

PERSPECTIVE

Most of us understand that the world revolves around us. It’s true
that your world revolves around you and my world revolves around me.
In fact, the one thing I am sure that everyone I know has in common is
that I know them all. In fact, if I did not know them, they would not
even be in my world.

That makes me sound kind of important, don’t you think?

But be careful. It can be easy to get carried away about these
things. And people often do. They can feel entitled to things, when in
fact nobody is entitled to anything. Our very existence is in fact a
blessing.

People can get quite upset when others are in their way, when
other’s agendas mess up theirs, when others don’t understand that
they are trespassing on our world. Yes, people can be blind to the
fact that they, too, are trespassing on the territory of other people.

Yes, you are the center of your world, but each of our world’s
overlaps with every other world we touch. Let us not lose sight of
this truth.

Portrait of a Friend . . .

I can't give solutions to all of life's problems, doubts,
or fears. But I can listen to you, and together we will
search for answers.

I can't change your past with all it's heartache and pain,
nor the future with its untold stories.
But I can be there now when you need me to care.

I can't keep your feet from stumbling.
I can only offer my hand that you may grasp it and not fall.

Your joys, triumphs, successes, and happiness are not mine;
Yet I can share in your laughter.

Your decisions in life are not mine to make, nor to judge;
I can only support you, encourage you,
and help you when you ask.

I can't prevent you from falling away from friendship,
from your values, from me.
I can only pray for you, talk to you and wait for you.

I can't give you boundaries which I have determined for you,
But I can give you the room to change, room to grow,
room to be yourself.

I can't keep your heart from breaking and hurting,
But I can cry with you and help you pick up the pieces
and put them back in place.

I can't tell you who you are.
I can only love you and be your friend

Destiny or Fate?

What's the real story of destiny and fate,
are you seeing the difference ~ a major debate.
Most say the future is cause & effect,
everything that happens is picture perfect.

Is it just a collection of scenes with no rhyme,
or a cohesive experience that takes a lifetime.
Does this sound like a vision ~ blurred by your mind,
or a quality screenplay played out in real time.

Everything that happens is a result of the word,
but take the wrong meaning from what you have heard...
Make a smart choice and do what is right,
or pay your dues later from sheer oversight.

Destiny suggests our life is collective,
choose your goals wisely by being reflective.
Fate plays the twists that connect the unseen,
abstractive, reactive, distractive, obscene!

Free will is changing what's beyond the routine.

Mist of Thougts

The sun slowly enters; on the misty mornings;
Making his way; giving away his rays;
Filling each atom of the universe
With its shine and energy;
Melting the misty opaqueness;

How I wish ….
The clogging thoughts
Evaporate just like the mist;
Bringing that vibrant freshness;
Blooming flower fragrances;
Good old cherished moments;
Reasons for enduring happiness

consequences of anger

A terrible fit of anger shatters the physical nervous system. It produces a lasting impression on the inner astral body.
Although the effects of a fit of anger may seem to subside in a short time, the vibration or wave, continues to exist for days in the astral body.
A slight unpleasant feeling that lasts in the mind for five minutes, may produce a deep inflammation of the astral body. It may take several weeks or months even for this ulcer to heal.
Now, have you realized the disastrous consequences of anger? Do not be victims of anger. Control it by love, mercy, sympathy, vicara (enquiry) and consideration for others.
Even slight annoyance, or irritability, affects the mind and the astral body.
Aspirants should not allow these vrttis (thought waves) to manifest in the mind lake, as they may burst out as big waves of anger at any moment, if you are careless or weak.
There should not be the least disturbance in the mind lake - it should be perfectly calm and serene. Then only you will find meditation possible. It is difficult to control anger.
Anger is a manifestation of sakti (energy). At first, try to reduce its force and its frequency of duration. Endeavour to attenuate or thin out this formidable modification of the mind.
Do not allow this modification to assume the form of a big wave on the surface of the conscious mind. Nip it in the bud when it is in the form of irritability. Divert the mind. Entertain divine thoughts.
Do vigorous prayers or recite from the scriptures. Develop the opposite, divine qualities. Develop patience, love, forgiveness - anger will die by itself, gradually.
Blessed are those high souled people who can control their anger by pure, strong will and intellect. Be serene. Serenity is like a rock. Waves may dash on it but they cannot affect it.
Waves of irritation may break on this rock of serenity but they cannot affect it.
Meditate daily, You will attain this sublime virtue of serenity gradually.

I DONT DEFINE MYSELF BY.....

I do not define myself by how many roadblocks have appeared in my path; but by the courage I have found to forge new roads.

I do not define myself by by how many disappoints I have faced; but by the forgiveness and faith I have found to begin again.

I do not define myself by how long a relationship last; but by how I have loved and have been willing to love again.

I do not define myself by how many times I have been knocked down; but by how many times I have struggled to my feet.

I do not define myself by I have appeared a fool; but by the number of risks I have taken.

I do not define byself by the number of mistakes I have made; but by the knowledge I have learned from trying a new way.

I am not my pain...I am not my past. I am that which has emerged

My Feeling

I shed what's call feelings,
Long time ago,
But I could not kill it
When I saw the pitiful eyes of it,
It was shivering, Begging me
Not to leave it alone,
Told me that
It will never let anybody hurt me,
Any body at all,
Told me that I will be strong , But so soft though,
Didn’t want to believe,
How could I ?
I wasn’t even sure about my self,
I stated walking alone,
At least I thought,
But everyday when I turn back,
I see my feelings crawling behind me,
I will tell you the truth,
I turn back and see
Just to make sure Its coming behind me

Beautiful Dream

It was a beautiful morning,
Sun was shinning in the blue sky,
Little birds were singing,
Flowers were blooming,
I was walking with you on a narrow path,
Suddenly..
All disappeared,
I was in the darkness,
You were not with me,
Then,
I realized
It was a dream,
I wish to see at every night . . .

My Insprational Poem - IF

If you can keep your head when all about youAre losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream -- and not make dreams your master;
If you can think -- and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings -- nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And -- which is more -- you'll be a Man, my son
Rudyard Kipling

Delicated to my virtual world friends

Those days..
There was no one,
To share my sadness and happiness,
I felt alone,But now..
I have so many friends to share,
I haven’t see them,Even haven’t talks with them,
But we all are close friends,
Coz we are sharing our feelings with out hiding.