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Veerchandra Murtikar

When you love someone !

When u love someone – You’ll do anything
You’ll do all the crazy thing
That u can’t explain
You’ll shoot the moon- put out the sun.
When u loves someone
You’ll deny the truth- believe a lie
There are times that you’ll believe.
You can really fly…
But your lonely night’s –have just begun
When u love someone – You’ll feel it deep inside
And nothing else can never change your mind.
When u want someone –When u need someone.
When u love someone –You’ll sacrifice
You give it everything you got and u want think twice
You’d risk it all- no matter
What might come?
When u loves someone
You’d shoot the moon – put out the sun
When u loves someone………….

Beautiful paintings of girls

Happy Father's Day

A Dad is a person

who is loving and kind,

And often he knows

what you have on your mind

He's someone who listens,

suggests, and defend

A dad can be one

of your very best friends!

He's proud of your triumphs,

but when things go wrong,

A dad can be patiyent

and helpful and strong

In all that you do,

a dad's love plays a part.

There's always a place for him

deep in your hear.

And each year that passes,

you're even more glad,

More grateful and proud

just to call him your dad!

Thank you, Dad...

for listening and caring,

for giving and sharing,

but, especially, for just being you!

Happy Father's Day

Love

Once had a friend who grew to be very close to me. Once when we were sitting at the edge of a swimming pool, she filled the palm of her hand with some water and held it before me, and said this: "You see this water carefully contained on my hand? It symbolizes Love." This was how I saw it: As long as you keep your hand caringly open and allow it to remain there, it will always be there . However, if you attempt to close your fingers round it and try to posses it, it will spill through the first cracks it finds .This is the greatest mistake that people do when they meet love ... they try to posses it, they demand, they expect ... and just like the water spilling out of your hand, love will retrieve from you. For love is meant to be free,you can not change its nature. If there are people you love, allow them to be free beings.Give and don't expect. Advise, but don't order.Ask, but never demand.It might sound simple, but it is a lesson that may take a lifetime to truly practice.It is the secret to true love.To truly practice it, you must sincerely feel no expectations from those who you love, and yet an unconditional caring." Passing thought .... Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take; but by the moments that take our breath away. It might sound simple, but it is a lesson that may take a lifetime .

by Swami Vivekananda

White Peacock

The feathers lift —
like the sudden coming on
of sprinklered water
over imperial lawns.
Breeze-shaken and trembling —
you imagine the break
into a drift of wish-flowers .

Now the fan streaming with dance —
(imagine the face of anangels
treaming with lightin an annunciation
It's the lovely silver rippling
at a saint's fingertips
in a Kirlian photograph.
Seeingis like entering a Chinese shop
full of paper lanterns —
voices whispering

in room after room like hands
caressing ceremonial silk —
until you come out
uto a farmyard screeching of hens
The peacock is just another sad rag-picker

about a cage, alone

in the knowledge of its palatial etiquette
It goes about the pen-muck with the geese,
the yokels of turkeys slubbering at scraps, hen-poor
Its chicken-wire existence against which the tail,
at times,flounces itself like a Marie Antoinette or glows like
Saint Theresa among the stricke

written by Judith Beveridge




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LONG night succeeds thy little day;
Oh blighted blossom! can it be,
That this grey stone, and grassy clay,
Have clos'd our anxious care of thee?
The half-form'd speech of artless thought
That spoke a mind beyond thy years;
The song, the dance, by nature taught;
The sunny smiles, the transient tears;
The symmetry of face and form,
The eye with light and life replete;
The little heart so fondly warm,
The voice so musically sweet;
These, lost to hope, in memory yet
Around the hearts that lov'd thee cling,Shadowing,
with long and vain regret,
The too fair promise of thy spring.

By-Thomas Love Peacock

Kaun Banega PM

दंगा

मंदिर-मस्जिद के झगड़े में

जाने कितने घर जल गए

सैकड़ों निर्दोष हुए हलाल
लाशों के ढेर लग गए ।

कल तक थे जो पड़ोसी

आज बेगाने बन गए

समय के घूमते चक्र में

दोस्त भी अंजाने बन गए ।
बूटे-बूटे पर है पुलिस का पहरा
चौराहे तक पसरा सन्नाटा है गहरा,
नन्हें-मुन्नों की बात न पूछो
बुजुर्गों के माथे भी भूख है ठहरा ।
गली-गली कुत्तों का रोना
रह-रह कानों से टकराता
खाली पत्तलों से खीझ-खीझकर
गश्ती पुलिस पे कुत्ते भौंक-रिरियाता ।
कल तक थे जो अमन के पहरेदार
वे भी आज हिंसक-शैतान बने,
सत्ता मे रहने को जिसने
जयप्रकाश का नाम जपा
दंगाई हिंसा में
सब गोड्से के रंग सने ।
हो सर्वत्र जहाँ मानवता का हिंसक नर्त्तन
चुप बैठे रहना अपनी ही लाश पर है जीना
कब तक खाएँ गम,
जो शोले बरसाते हैं
चलें गाँधी की राह,
जहाँ न पड़े जहर पीना ।
धुँध लांघकर घटाएँ बरसने को आतुर दिखातीं
मंदिर-मस्जिद के गुंबज पर रोशनी चमकतीं
घोर अंधियारी को छ्लांग मानवता सजाएँ
इंसानियत की लहू न सस्ती अब उसे बचाएँ ।