A Rosy Good Morning

Parrot Flower

A FLOWER ALL THE WAY FROM THAILAND . . .

THE VERY RARE PARROT FLOWER

A women’s tear

A little boy asked his mother, “Why are you crying?” “Because I’m a woman,” she told him.

“I don’t understand,” he said. His Mom just hugged him and said, “And you never will.”

Later the little boy asked his father, “Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?”

“All women cry for no reason,” was all his dad could say.

The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.

Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone, he asked, “God, why do women cry so easily?”

God said:

“When I made the woman she had to be special.

I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world,

yet gentle enough to give comfort.

I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children.

I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining.

I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly.

I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.

I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.

And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed.”

“You see my son,” said God, “the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.

The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart – the place where love resides.”

Inspire Urself…

Seek Opportunity, Not Security.
A Boat in harbour is safe, but in time its bottom will rot out.
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Success is never final and failure never fatal.
It is the courage that counts.
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Do Important Jobs now before they become urgent
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Manage your time as you manage your money.
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The key to success is knowing yourself.
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The greatest loss is loss of self-confidence
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Fear of losing can take the joy out of winning.
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After Women’s Day

Yesterday I was the prodigal
Held in high acclaim
much talked about and praised
Achievements lauded
and tumbles sympathized with
Yesterday I saw a light at the end of tunnel
Saw hope in despair
and thought my plight could be righted

But today I am again
Back to where I was
Maybe even worse off
Cause I was shown dreams
And made to chase mirages
By clan bent on self-improvisations
My achievements were cheap stunts for them
My tears showed dollar signs for them

I feel like a note used and thrown away
Having a one night stand with dreams
Hope shown and cruelly taken away
The light at the end of tunnel
Merely a play of the eyes
I can’t relish this one day of fame
For I know at the end everything
Is going to remain the same
I am afraid of being the ruler for a day
For this could distract me from my kingdom

I yearn not for a day dedicated to me
But a few hearts dedicated to my cause
Every day of their life

-Smitha V

The Night Sky

I lie sleepless and watch the sky at night
A darkness, isolated spots of light
A blackness profound yet insignificant
Against the silver glory magnificent
Sometimes the fiery redness of bright Mars
Sometimes the silent breathing of the stars
Sometimes the pale elegance of the moon
A touching sight, a truly blessed boon
Consciousness all those distant bodies shows
Subconsciousness towards them takes us close
The eternal silence of open space
The void of mystic beauty and of grace
Of hope for the next day, a promise given
Then the sun conceals God’s blissful Heaven

dard minnat_kashe-davaa na huaa -Galib

dard minnat_kashe-davaa na huaa
mai.n na achchaa huaa, buraa na huaa
[minnat_kashe-davaa=obliged to medicine]
jamaa karate ho kyo.n raqiibo.n ko
ik tamaashaa huaa gilaa na huaa
ham kahaa.N qismat aazamaane jaaye.n
tuu hii jab Kha.njar aazamaa na huaa
kitane shiirii.n hai.n tere lab ke raqiib
gaaliyaa.N khaake bemazaa na huaa
[shiirii.n=sweet]
hai Khabar garm unake aane kii
aaj hii ghar me.n boriyaa na huaa
[boriya=mat]
kyaa vo namaruud kii Khudaaii thii
ba.ndagii me.n meraa bhalaa na huaa
[namarud=Nimrod=a king who used to say that he was God]
jaan dii, dii huii usii kii thii
haq to yuu.N hai ke haq adaa na huaa
zaKhm gar dab gayaa lahuu na thamaa
kaam gar ruk gaya ravaa na huaa
[ravaa=lawful]
rahazanii hai ki dil_sitaanee hai
leke dil, dil_sitaa.N ravaa na huaa
[dil_sitaa.N=stealer of one's heart]
kuchch to pa.Dhiye ki log kahate hai.n
aaj ‘Ghalib’ Gazal_saraa na huaa

What Do I Do?

Without knowledge to light my way
Without a pen to write my say
And a plate of rice a day
What do i do?

In a place that’s so bewitched
With economical hitch
And robbers are ready to lynch
What do i do?

In a place full of sycophants
Who care not to distort the facts
While beggars are like rats
What do i do?Without a pen to write
And the strength to fight
So that things may be right
What do i do?

Thinking Of Flower -Jane Kenyon

Now wind torments the field,

turning the white surface back

on itself, back and back on itself,

like an animal licking a wound.

Nothing but white–the air, the light;

only one brown milkweed pod

bobbing in the gully, smallest

brown boat on the immense tide.

A single green sprouting thing

would restore me. . . .

Then think of the tall delphinium,

swaying, or the bee when it comes

to the tongue of the burgundy lily.

Thought -D.H.Lawrence

Thought, I love thought.
But not the juggling and twisting of already existent ideas
I despise that self-important game.
Thought is the welling up of unknown life into consciousness,
Thought is the testing of statements on the touchstone of consciousness,
Thought is gazing onto the face of life, and reading what can be read,
Thought is pondering over experience, and coming to conclusion.
Thought is not a trick, or an exercise, or a set of dodges,
Thought is a man in his wholeness, wholly attending.