Sunday, June 19, 2005
i have never waited for a weekend so eagerly...it was the most precious weekend i had..on saturday,i woke up early and then i made the breakfast as my mother was out of station...then i went out to meet my friends..after that i slept mostly..i slept away my sunday...i hope i get used to the long hours at office soon...
Monday, June 13, 2005
Sunday, June 12, 2005
****The only thing that shatters dreams is compromise.
Friday, June 10, 2005
Why would u want to do less,if u can do more?
Why would u not want to smile,when u can and a smile looks good ?
Why would u feel worthless ,when u know that u r good?
Why would u b discouraged by small setbacks,when u know u can overcome any obstacle if u want to?
Why would u compare urself with others,when u know that its unfair?
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
" If u want to give up a bad habit ,but u do not,it is usually because that habit gives u some pleasure.Identify what that pleasure is - be honest with urself,then ask urself how u could achieve this same pleasure doing something different.If so, u will b on the way,because u will not b 'giving up' the pleasure,u will b replacing it.If smoking gives u the pleasure of relaxing,and u find that meditation also gives u the same pleasure - meditate.(You can meditate in more places than u are allowed to smoke!)"
Tuesday, June 07, 2005
Once I was a poet
I used to write night after night
How I loved every written word
How I believed in them with all my might.
What could I possibly write about
I thought I knew it all too well
So, I wrote on and on about only one thing -
Falling in love and its spell.
I wrote about falling in love
And all the happiness it would bring
Mine was a heart of a romantic
I believed in love’s beauty and its eternal spring.
Oh, how many lines I wrote on love
I was happy and youth was mine
I could think of only the joy of loving
So drunken I was on love’s wine.
But why do I laugh at those lines today
What has changed inside of me
Is it only a matter of few years
That once I was a poet that now I can never be.
I wonder what you’d say if you read those poems
But I can see I was wrong
When I wrote only about love’s joy
And for it forever I did long.
But now I know I saw love
Only in one dimension
Still I know very little about it
Yet this precious little I would care to mention.
If ever you fall in love
Be ready to face its pain and sorrow
Along with the ecstasy it brings
To you every moment today and tomorrow.
As a rose with its beauty
Has its share of thorns
Look at love in its entirety
Love can be dark as night and bright as morn.
Be blessed when you have pleasure
That love brings sometimes
Yet be ready for the pain
That it’ll bring all the other times.
And don’t shy away from love’s pain
Don’t ever say it’s what you despise
You have to make efforts and work hard to keep love
It’ll only make you grow and make you wise.
So, pain it is and pleasure it is
And if all this pain you can endure
I can say you know the meaning of love
I’ll believe your love is pure.
--- Self composed by Neha Giri