Gam is kadar mila ki ghabra ke pi gaye,
khushi thodisimili to milaa ke pi gaye,
yun to na thi janam se pineki adat,
Sharab ko tanha dekha to taras kha ke pigaye!!
Thursday, 20 November 2008
Spandana..A True Friend!!
"In the garden of true friendship
A bee of selfishness hovers not"
A true friend is one
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Who adorns you
More than you do
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Who revives you
More than you do
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Who knows you
More than you do
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Who motivates you
More than you do
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Who forgives you
More than you do
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Who respects you
More than you do
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Who mollifies you
More than you do
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And, who loves you
More than you do!!
Spandana, a true friend of mine.Both of us, completing PUC in the same college became very close to each other.At the begining I thought she doesn't mingle with anybody and don't interact much......but in 2nd year, both of us joined the same tution and started gossiping and somehow became friends.
Gradually, we became close to each other by sharing our feelings, views, thoughts, opinions..I helped her in stats and used to discuss a lot..we are popularly known as chatter box.
Now, she is in Blore and I'm in Mumbai...Missing her a lot...Her Smiles, jokes...!!!!!!!!!!
She is one of my Best Friend of Blore!!!!!!!!
Gradually, we became close to each other by sharing our feelings, views, thoughts, opinions..I helped her in stats and used to discuss a lot..we are popularly known as chatter box.
Now, she is in Blore and I'm in Mumbai...Missing her a lot...Her Smiles, jokes...!!!!!!!!!!
She is one of my Best Friend of Blore!!!!!!!!
You're...My Friend,my companion,through good times and badmy friend, my buddy,through happy and sad,beside me you stand,beside me you walk,you're there to listen,you're there to talk,with happiness, with smiles,with pain and tears,I know you'll be there,throughout the years!!
Gratitude Testimonial to My Sister!!
When we were young we fought like cats and dogs. I remember the feeling of the cold linoleum as we wrestled on the floor and the feel of my sister’s body wrapped around mine. Strangely we loved this fighting. Our mother tried a few times to stop us and we would fiercely yell at her, “Go away, this is none of your business, we like this!” as we grabbed at each other’s bodies. Finally she got the message and left us alone to our skirmishes.
Though our fights were usually physical, sometimes they were emotional – not the usual name-calling, but a more sophisticated taunting, such as “I know something that you don’t know and I’m not going to tell you”. I guess we both had strong curiosities and this not-knowing was a form of torture. Despite all the fighting we loved each other dearly and stood up for each other. Woe to the person who dared to lay a hand on one of us – only we were allowed to abuse each other!
Through the opportunity of expressing all our emotions about each other freely and completely we grew to know and understand each other very well. As we matured into this greater understanding of each other, the fighting just fell away, no longer necessary. We developed a strong, intimate bond that served us well through our teen-aged years.
I so looked forward to my nightly bed-time ritual in the bathroom! Not the washing of my face or the brushing of my teeth, but the sharing of the day with my beloved sister. We were alone together in our own sanctuary – no one would interrupt the confiding of our intimate secrets here. And it was a joy to unburden my heart to her as my sister was totally supportive and accepting of everything I revealed to her. The “ups” of teen-aged life obviously got even better in the sharing, but so, surprisingly did the “downs”. In the sharing we would laugh and cry together and any pain was always eased. I considered myself so lucky to have a sister that I could share my heartfelt self with intimately and honestly and be accepted for who I was. I loved that precious time together and all that we shared and I love my sister.
Though our fights were usually physical, sometimes they were emotional – not the usual name-calling, but a more sophisticated taunting, such as “I know something that you don’t know and I’m not going to tell you”. I guess we both had strong curiosities and this not-knowing was a form of torture. Despite all the fighting we loved each other dearly and stood up for each other. Woe to the person who dared to lay a hand on one of us – only we were allowed to abuse each other!
Through the opportunity of expressing all our emotions about each other freely and completely we grew to know and understand each other very well. As we matured into this greater understanding of each other, the fighting just fell away, no longer necessary. We developed a strong, intimate bond that served us well through our teen-aged years.
I so looked forward to my nightly bed-time ritual in the bathroom! Not the washing of my face or the brushing of my teeth, but the sharing of the day with my beloved sister. We were alone together in our own sanctuary – no one would interrupt the confiding of our intimate secrets here. And it was a joy to unburden my heart to her as my sister was totally supportive and accepting of everything I revealed to her. The “ups” of teen-aged life obviously got even better in the sharing, but so, surprisingly did the “downs”. In the sharing we would laugh and cry together and any pain was always eased. I considered myself so lucky to have a sister that I could share my heartfelt self with intimately and honestly and be accepted for who I was. I loved that precious time together and all that we shared and I love my sister.
Wednesday, 19 November 2008
Luck (Langston Hughes)
Let me not to the marriage of true minds - Sonnet 116
Gifs, messages, love poems
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
-- William Shakespeare
Monday, 17 November 2008
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