Wednesday, April 15, 2009

mun..mor...my mate in sin and salvation...!!!


dear mora,
                      i today feel you are my most precious jewel,my pink diamond,my strength,my hope.my everything...and my life will be insipid without you..!!!
there are some lines from poem  by Maud Wyman called: "If I Knew." Maybe this will be highlight moment for you today!
                                    god bless you alwaz..
                                               love..munmun..





If I knew a box where the smiles are kept,

No matter how large the key
Or strong the bolt, I would try so hard
'Twould open I know, for me;
Then over the land and the sea broadcast, I'd scatter the smiles to play,
That the children's faces might hold them fast
For many and many a day.

If I knew a box that was large enough
To hold all the frowns I meet,
I would gather them every one,
From nursery, school, and street;
Then folding and holding,I'd pack them in,
And turning the monster key,
I'd hire a giant to drop the box
To the depths of the deep, deep sea.......


                 hey,remember these lines...from our old book,which very often we used to say to each other...

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

musings of hope

say not the struggle noth availeth....


Say not the struggle naught availeth, 
The labour and the wounds are vain, 
The enemy faints not, nor faileth, 
And as things have been they remain. 

If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars; 
It may be, in yon smoke conceal'd, 
Your comrades chase e'en now the fliers, 
And, but for you, possess the field. 

For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, 
Seem here no painful inch to gain, 
Far back, through creeks and inlets making, 
Comes silent, flooding in, the main. 

And not by eastern windows only, 
When daylight comes, comes in the light; 
In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly! 
But westward, look, the land is bright! 

                                            

                                          Arthur Hugh Clough
 

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,How charged with punishments the scroll,
                          
    I am the master of my fate....
                                   I am the captain of my soul.....!!!

FOOD FOR THOUGHT....

i promise not to be a victim of circumstances...not to wallow in self pity or misery,and understanding that human essence is beyond success's and failures...
the intricate web of life has perfect designs and plans for each one of us...and that each individual is special in its own right...and that no one steps on each other 's destiny...!!!
so,god has ordained a path for me too...it is just that i havent met my path...
                                              god blesses all
                                                           namaste....

i wandered lonely as a cloud...........

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

William Wordsworth

 

Monday, April 6, 2009

butterfly

 The mark of your ignorance is 

the depth of your belief in 

injustice and tragedy. What the 

caterpillar calls the end of the 

world, the master calls a 

butterfly......

Sunday, April 5, 2009

the eternal hope...




                                          "Whatever you can do, or dream you

                                                 can begin it. Boldness has genius,

                                                          power and magic in it...."

                                                                                   - Goethe




i know that god's grace wont desert me...and just that it is a tough time and god wants me to walk by faith and not by sight...
we all feel hopeless at some point in our time and all around us seems to be falling apart...but they really are bridges of growth...!!
                            we emerge on the other side with a new understanding,it is almost as though we must go through the pain ,the struggle,in order to grow and reach new heights....
        
And as my papa says too...."ONE FALL DOESNOT MAKE A FIASCO....."
                            AND     
                    TOMMORROW IS A NEW DAY.....
so,i wont give up...
as i remember the lines from shashank redemption.....

       "hope is a good thing..may be the best of things and no good thing ever dies"

so..keep the faith...
God...please judge tenderly of me!!!!
   adios...

Thursday, April 2, 2009

DANCE OF DERVISH....


......Forgiveness & Insight....

This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
Some momentary awareness comes
As an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all.
Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,
Who violently sweep your house
Empty of its furniture.
Still treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
Meet them at the door laughing,
And invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
Because each has been sent
As a guide from beyond.

and then:-

My place is placeless,
My trace is traceless;
‘Tis neither body nor soul, for I belong
To the soul of the Beloved.
I have put duality away,
I have seen the two worlds are one;
One I seek, One I know, One I see,
One I call.
He is the first, He is the last.
He is the outward, He is the inward;
I am intoxicated with Love’s cup.

- Rumi

lily of day....


it is not growing like a tree
In bulk, doth make man better be;
Or standing long an oak, three-hundred year,
To fall a log at last, dry, bald and sere.
A lily of a day,
Is fairer far in May,
Although it droop and die that night,
It was the plant and flow'r of light.
In small proportions we just beauties see;
And in short measures, life may perfect be..
ben johnson..

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

love and marriage.....


One day, Plato asked his teacher, "What is love? How can I find it?"

His teacher -Socrates answered, "There is a vast wheat field in front. Walk
forward without turning back, and pick only one stalk. If you find the
most magnificent stalk, then you have found love."

Plato walked forward, and before long, he returned with empty hands,
having picked nothing.

His teacher asked, "Why did you not pick any stalk?"

Plato answered, "Because I could only pick once, and yet I could not turn
back. I did find the most magnificent stalk, but did not know if there
were any better ones ahead, so I did not pick it. As I walked further, the
stalks that I saw were not as good as the earlier one, so I did not pick
any in the end.

His teacher then said, "And that is love."

On another day, Plato asked his teacher, "What is marriage? How can I 
Find it?"

His teacher answered, "There is a thriving forest in front. Walk forward
without turning back, and chop down only one tree. If you find the tallest
tree, then you have found marriage."

Plato walked forward, and before long, he returned with a tree. The tree
was not thriving, and it was not tall either. It was only an ordinary
tree.

His teacher asked, "Why did you chop down such an ordinary tree?"

Plato answered, "Because of my previous experience. I walked halfway
through the forest, but returned with empty hands. This time, I saw this
tree, and I felt that it was not bad, so I chopped it down and brought it
back. I did not want to miss the opportunity."

His teacher then said, "And that is marriage."
love as they say...itz value is seldom known until it is gone...and as they say marriage is a compromise....!!!
                but what about marrying a person you love??
     keep the faith
                                                ciao ciao!!!