DREAMS!!!

HE gave me a canvas,
And unlimited supply
Of paint and brushes.
Paint, HE said,
Paint all your dreams.
The birds,
The flowers,
Paint your smile,
And ecstasy.

The most beautiful,Dance you want.
Your idea of bliss,Paint your endless
Dreams,Paint to your hearts.......Desire.


Drowned I, to my Hearts ecstasy.Played with colors,Imagination, ideas,Beauty, bliss.
I splashed paint
All over,I painted all myDreams.

I filled it with Love, joy, beauty.
Mountains, valleys,Smell of flowers,Feather of birds,Butterflies twittering.

I painted friends,Loved ones.
I painted a beautiful,Relationship.
I poured limitlessLove.
I painted tiny handsAnd feet.
I painted lifetimes.

I was one with joy,With just the act of painting.
HE came, held my paintingTo HIS heart.
Twinkled HIS eyes,And said,
Come lets live this
Dream now!!!

Maa Tujhe Salaam.......

Just loved it,..................... hats off to the GUY.

LOVE IS…….

LOVE IS…….

Love is.......
the freshness of dawn or
the freshness of dawn is love?

Love is…
the feel or
the feel is love?

Love is….
understanding or
understanding is love?

Love is….
caring or
caring is love?

Love is….
trust or
trust is love?

Love is….
life or
life is love?

Love is….
Sacrifice or
Sacrifice is love?

From Mother earth till child birth
Love exists......

Love is….
God
and God is love!
For
G O D....Governs Our Destiny!

My Favorite Poetry....From Rudyard Kipling...

Whenever I feel.......... Blue.. dejected.. just need a glance on it..

[IF]

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!

--Rudyard Kipling

Celebration Means......................

Celebration means......


Four friends.

Bahar barsaat.

Four glasses of beer.



Celebration means......

Hundred bucks of petrol.

A rusty old bike.

And an open road.



Celebration means......

Maggi noodles.

A hostel room.

4.25 a.m.



Celebration means......

3 old friends.

3 separate cities.

3 coffee mugs.

1 internet messenger.



Celebration means......

Rain on a hot tin roof.

Pakoras deep-frying.

Neighbours dropping in.

A party.




Celebration means......

You and mom.

A summer night.

A bottle of coconut oil.

A head massage.



You can spend

Hundreds on birthdays,

Thousands on festivals,

Lakhs on weddings,



but to celebrate

all you have to do is spend your Time with your loved ones.

Keep in touch who cares for you........

Read and reflect…

A professor stood before his Philosophy class and had some items in front of him.

When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls.

He then asked the students if the jar was full.

They agreed that it was.

The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar.

He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls.

He then asked the students again if the jar was full.

They agreed it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar.

Of course, the sand filled up everything else.

He asked once more if the jar was full.

The students responded with a unanimous "yes."

The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand.

The students laughed.

"Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life.

"The golf balls are the important things - your God, family, your children, your health, your friends, and your favorite passions - things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.

"The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, and your car.

"The sand is everything else--the small stuff.

"If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls.

"The same goes for life.
"If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you.

"Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness.

Play with your children.

"Take time to get medical checkups.

"Take your partner out to dinner.

"Play another 18.

"There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal.

"Take care of the golf balls first, the things that really matter.

"Set your priorities.

"The rest is just sand."

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented.

The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked.

"It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a cup of coffee with a friend."

Please share this with someone you care about.

My thoughts,
they dive
into the blue ocean..
Drinks away its blue!

It flies to the sky,
and whispers to the sky,
the secret,
to be blue..

The sun then comes,
in his reddish attire.
Stealing his clothes,
my thoughts run away..
And the sun hides,
behind the veil of the night.

Then my thoughts try,
to fly, far far away.
But a chain clings,
that says, the thoughts are still mine!!

MY first thought ......................is ....it really my dream ???

DREAMS!!!

HE gave me a canvas,
And unlimited supply
Of paint and brushes.
Paint, HE said,
Paint all your dreams.
The birds,
The flowers,
Paint your smile,
And ecstasy.

The most beautiful,Dance you want.
Your idea of bliss,Paint your endless
Dreams,Paint to your hearts.......Desire.


Drowned I, to my Hearts ecstasy.Played with colors,Imagination, ideas,Beauty, bliss.
I splashed paint
All over,I painted all myDreams.

I filled it with Love, joy, beauty.
Mountains, valleys,Smell of flowers,Feather of birds,Butterflies twittering.

I painted friends,Loved ones.
I painted a beautiful,Relationship.
I poured limitlessLove.
I painted tiny handsAnd feet.
I painted lifetimes.

I was one with joy,With just the act of painting.
HE came, held my paintingTo HIS heart.
Twinkled HIS eyes,And said,
Come lets live this
Dream now!!!