POEM

 
o god!
 
what did happen?

tell me god, what is happening?

my heart is restless.

my soul is peaceless.

my eyes know, khow to see dreams.

my heart know, how to hide her in it.

my lips know, how to call her name.
i know that, she & me are one.

something happened to me someday.

when i saw her, i lost my concentration.

i think i am in love with her.

 

i want to tell you all a thing,

that i am not as i was.

a miracle named love,

got into me unknowingly.

i cannot forget her.

night too seems to me like the day.

i dont know,

what magic she did on my heart.

that it became so soft.
now i feel,

why didn’t she met me before.

MOTHER TERESA

Oh! The soul which cared for the poor
Has left suddenly leaving us to suffer
Grief stricken we are at this hour
Looking blank and dark all over

Oh! Mother – you are the real mother for all of us
For the love,affection and concern shown for us
Leaving us as orphans with no one to look after us
You will have to come alive, born again to protect us

With tears rolling down our eyes, we recall
The service you had rendered to one & all
Sacrifice is the only word we can say in all
For the service you had rendered to mankind over all

Mother you are no more with us to give us comfort and guidance
Your blessings, only we seek, to brush gloom aside
The soul resting in peace may shower
Its blessings to miligate our suffering for ever

FRIENDSHIP

Between you and me,
there is a relationship,
and that is know as FRIENDSHIP
It is a soft as the cheek of a year old kid
It is as beautiful as the morning dew on a tip of a grass in the garden
It is as fresh as the morning bath from a waterfall
It is a sweet as a Rasogulla of the place in which I lived,
It is as comfortable as the hug of a mother of the young one
It is as powerful as the hit of a six from the bat of Sachin Tendulkar
It is as exhilerating as the music of a great musician
It is as enchanting as that of getting drenched in the rain with cool breeze lashing around
Is it as precious as gold? No!
As precious as gold? No!
I am yet to find something which is
Comparable to friendship
Hence it is a feeling that could be felt and enjoyed by two souls only by
Exchange of true friendship
With care and concern.

RAIN

She hides behind the clouds;
Just like poetry…
Meanings hiding behind the
Words…
The purity of love, the purity of
Survival is hidden behind the cotton puff…
The dark passing clouds…
Passes by our head…
We see the cotton puffs with a
Puppy smile…
There…She smiles…
With
Drop of tears…
She cries with a smile…

The slow falling crystal drops
The lovable work stops…
Drops falling on your body…
The PAIN vanishing…
Vanished…
Blossom smiling…
We,
Enjoy the beauty of love…
Swinging in the direction of the Nature Prince;
The cool breeze, the wind.

Leaves with drops of purity.
Conversing with each other
The purity of love…
Oh! the mother of purity…
You make us happy with
Your tears…
Please don’t fade away.
Be with us.
Don’t anticipate…
And bliss in ignorance…

POEM

There is a great teacher called river.
Whose teachings can make us shrewed and clever.
Never bend your way for anything in the world.
Melt again even after you solidify when its cold.

Don’t let anything be a hindrance,
Jump over them and flow with confidence.
Never stop, go on flowing,
When dams are build, break them and keep going
swirl with the wind and dance with the tree,
Become a symbol of energy and glee.

When people throw a stone, show them your face.
Bend alone the obstacle and go on with grace.
Flow across borders, don’t show a change,
Don’t change your heart even when you age.

Flow through the village and the urban cave.
Quench the thirst for water when people crave.
Don’t show off what you have inside,
Sink in everything and look calm from outside.

The teaching of river goes on and on…
But realizing them takes more penchants and the whole day till the next dawn.
Pick the best and leave the rest.
At last there is always a teacher called river,
Whose teachings can make us shrewd and clever.

Education

I was lucky to be born in India. Even with about 250 million people living below poverty line, India is one of the few countries in the world that offer practically free education to its vast population. Education provides hope and power to many.

The boy started his journey from a school with thatched roofs an isolated journey. This is the story of many who started from humble beginnings, and believed in second chances. An African man, Barack Obama, born to a Kenyan father, and raised by a single parent in the poor neighbourhoods of Hawaii is going to represent the democratic party in the US presidential election. About 43 years back, people of his colour were not allowed to vote, or even sit in the bus seats which were reserved for whites. Gandhji was kicked around in the street of South Africa for walking in the areas which were designated for whites only. Now a man, with his sheer persistence, tenacity and intelligence, is challenging the conventional wisdom of colour based identities of human beings which has been true for centuries, and still holds true in many parts of the world.

In our journey through life, we walk around with bags filled with memories of the past, and dreams and hopes for the future. We select the colours of our dreams and memories. We live with our own insecurities and the constant urge to prove to someone. It could be our parents, loved ones or ourselves.

So, good luck with your examinations or interviews, or whatever dreams youe are pursuing. Life is a journey; Don’t forget the paths you passed, those paths define you. Keep your chin up. Put on a smile and head on.

Cheers!!

SUCCESS

All of us are engaged in an unconscious endeavour to distract attention from the respect in which we are inferior to others and to emphasise the respect in which we believe ourselves to be superior.  Each of us must feel superior in some respect; and we try unconsciously, to convince the world that this is really the one thing that matters. If we are physically inferior but intellectually superior, then we tend to disparage physical prowess and emphasise the importance of  mental ability. If we are bad workmen or bad farmers, then we may try to shine as parlour politicians.  If we uneducated but (self-made), wealthy, well, then what is the use of education. It only spoils a man’s mind. On the contrary, we educated, but unsuccessful in the business of life, then we never lose an opportunity of belittling business success. Generally, if we are successful at anything, we believe that success is won by industry, ability and character, while if we have been unsuccessful, we believe that success is a matter of luck! Isn’t that so?

TIME

Imagine there is a bank that credits your account each morning with 86,400$. It carries over no balance from day to day. Every evening deletes whatever part of the balance you failed to use during the day. What would you do?

Draw out ALL OF IT, of course!!!

Each of us have such a bank. It name is TIME.

Every morning, it credits you with 86,400 seconds. Every night it writes off as lost, whatever of this you have failed to invest for good purpose. It carries over no balance. It allows no overdraft.

Each day it opens a new account for you. Each night it burns the remains of the day. If you fail to use the day’s deposits, the loss is yours.

There is no going back. There is no drawing against the “tomorrow”. You must live in health, happiness
and success.

The clock is running. Make the most of today. Treasure every moment that you have! And treasure it more because you shared it with someone special, special enough to spend your time. Remember that time waits for no one. Yesterday is history, tomorrow is mystery. Today is gift. That’s why its called present!!!

So utilise this “present” in a proper way. Find your real value for TIME.