Nepal Bandh May 23, 2012
Everywhere eyes take me the scene of chaos greets me. There are people with batons rods screaming demanding their rights but who hear the slangs the threatening. Do you see the blood
flowing on the streets it’s not “red” its clear salty; it’s tears, it’s sweat; of a patient, of a traveller, of a daily wage labour, of school children….
these are the only pictures i could find on web for free but the situation of trouble is more dense
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its just to say i love you!!! May 23, 2012
When I first began this blog on the end of January 2012 I never ever in my wildest dream thought people will even want to read what I write but happy surprises happen! And I got my first follower my newest friend, a friend of my words it was a wonderful feeling, a feeling I would utterly fail to describe. Slowly the number grew 2,5,15…each addition made me feel so happy it encouraged me in every endeavours even out of this blog; today it has reached a PROUD 100 WordPress followers/friends I am so happy thank you all so much god bless… love you all.
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on Death May 20, 2012
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Death is Strange, knowing your loved one is dying is Stranger.
It’s always hard trying to come in terms with it, once a person is born Death is decided but still each Death is difficult even if its 100th we’ve encountered.
We ask with questions beginning or with sentences ending with why. We often weep in despair, silently: sometimes offering ourselves as replacement because a life without them is unimaginable. All with a heart raging in the fire of questions; later the same heart tries to console.
And soon… it might have taken years but no matter how long it’s always too soon for Death to come.
Again tears flow but not silently lamenting the tragedy sometimes screaming but the Dead cannot hear can they?
A few days, months, years slip by and still the memories of the Dead follow everywhere. Willingly or not, the place the Dead formally had in our life, is or will be taken by someone else not wholly maybe, a part; yes.
The Dead is still missed we smile laugh, cry for no reason and visit memory lane countless times. However the truth prevails “once a person is born Death is decided”.
inspired to write from the the post of my fellow blogger; http://excelsizeus.wordpress.com/2012/05/18/i-have-outlived-certain/
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THE CHARMER OF WORDS May 7, 2012
The one beauty of poetry is rather than painting a full picture with words and telling a tale it lets the Reader imagine. There is always room to add and subtract for the reins no longer remain in the hands of the Poet.
It becomes more than a beautiful combination of words or a story the poet intends to tell but with each reader it takes a different form, it tells a new story; story said not just by the words but by the emotion of the unwritten words which just suggests their presence.
Maybe that’s why Poetry never grows old; it only begins to tell a new story.
ON HIS BLINDNESS
When I consider how my light is spent
Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,
And that one talent which is death to hide
Lodg’d with me useless, though my soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest he returning chide,
“Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?”
I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent
That murmur, soon replies: “God doth not need
Either man’s work or his own gifts: who best
Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state
Is kingly; thousands at his bidding speed
And post o’er land and ocean without rest:
They also serve who only stand and wait.”
On His Blindness is one of the best known sonnets of John Milton. It may have been written as early as 1652, although most scholars believe it was composed sometime between June and October 1655.
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
“The Road Not Taken” is a poem by Robert Frost, published in 1916
Both these Poems have told me my story, different one countless times.
Which Poem tells yours?
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Questions of rebirth. April 29, 2012
Do you believe in life after “life” REBIRTH? A life that was once yours, a life you remember nothing of now, filled with relations and relatives if talked about at present would all seem like a mythological tale.
It is said that in heaven God has an assistant specifically to write down all the deeds of all individuals dividing them in two categories “the good and the bad” depending on which God decides one’s destiny of next birth.
But what is BAD hurting a human being a person filled with emotions and feelings just like yourself or hurting any being (without being sure if it actually did hurt but the intention was to hurt).
What are the criteria for harm emotional, physical or both? And what count is the deciding factor?
We are all God’s children, does god believe in reward and punishment form of teaching. Why will God punish us so ruthlessly, will he have the heart to? I know my parents won’t not because they can’t but because they love me.
Studying the holy scriptures minutely may provide all the answers but I don’t feel the need to for I believe this is the only life I’ve had and will be my only visit to earth with the relatives and relations God choose for me. The hard ship and hurt I have faced any harm I caused (in future too) were just “supposed” obstacles’ in my path to form a better me, to be able to utilise the gifts given by God.
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But do you believe in rebirths, why?
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Moral April 27, 2012
Not all but many of us have crossed the threshold to adulthood hearing or reading stories, it’s a totally different avenue to talk about if we are a still a child trapped in an adult’s body.
The stories we heard, some were with a moral some were just entertaining in their own way however each has helped shape who we are today.
As the spirit of sharing takes over me I present a story I heard years ago, in the words I write today (I may not be able to do it full justice but I tried)
A long time ago there lived a monkey on a tree by the river and the river was home to a lonely crocodile.
One day the monkey got hold of some grapes. He sat on the tree to peacefully enjoy them, as he was eating a few pieces fell in the river. The crocodile saw them he must have been very tired of non-veg foods for he tried them. The grapes were a pleasant change for his pallet; he never had eaten anything so sweet and tasty.
He asked the monkey for more grapes and the monkey generously dropped a bunch in the river and a new story of friendship began.
The monkey bought fruits ripe and sweet and without fail dropped some for the crocodile in the river and in turn the crocodile promised to protect him forever but nothing ever was verbal for in friendship many things require no agreement it is simply understood.
So in this spirit things continued for a long time.
One afternoon as the crocodile lay basking in the sun, an evil thought entered his mind “the monkey eats such sweet fruits his heart must be very sweet”.
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With the intention to kill the monkey and eat his heart the crocodile lured his friend on crossing the river on his back and he did succeed in his intentions but his friend’s heart wasn’t sweet.
He was cursed with loneliness again.
THE END
That is it, a simple story that left a lasting impression.
N b; your friends might be by your side or miles apart but they are only a few numbers away; show your appreciation show them you care; though years may have passed by.
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A facebook find! April 21, 2012
HAPPY SHARING! May 22, 2012
Tags: blog, Blog award, comment, Comments, feelings, friend, Gratitude, writing
Comments are a wonderful thing it makes you smile without intending to do so everyone becomes the favourite whether it’s for a regular fellow blogger or a brand new visitor and when you are acknowledged for writing comments its honoured happiness
My friend and fellow blogger Wendell A. Brown, at http://foreverpoetic.me , has nominated me for A ” Commenter Award” and rewarding me for leaving comments on post’s! The site is one of my “latest” favourites because of the greatly inspirational and beautiful poems I get to read everyday sharing and spreading the word of love.
I want to thank you so much for honoring me.
comments revisited (Photo credit: _sarchi)
I leave the comments because “I can’t stop myself” for your site inspires me! Makes me see hope every time I read any of your posts.
The Commenter’s Award is a little different from the most awards. Instead of awarding others for their own blogs, you will be giving recognition to those who comment on your own blog regurely. The nominations are the easiest part. You should nominate the six bloggers who comment most frequently on your blog. Here’s how you know who does this most often;
You will find your Top Recent Commenter’s on your site stats page on the bottom, right corner. If you do not see this, click on the Screen Options in the top, right corner. If you respond to every comment received, then you will be the first one in the list. It is the next six commenter’s on the list that you will nominate and share this award with.
Wait there’s more: You may nominate one more person. This person can either be a brand new commenter on your blog, the very last comment you have received (most recent), or the one who has posted your most favourite comments. This seventh nomination is your choice, but please do tell us why you have chosen them (or like me you could not stop yourself from telling)
My statistics show these people to be the “high-ranking” when it comes to comments: here in no particular order
writerwannabe763
eof737
Air Cooled Underware
mysterystar
milenanik3
the last one is Wendell A.Brown again,(i wanted to skip giving you but my limited knowledge of wp dashbord prevented me )
My seventh is Kelly she was the first comment-er on my blog I was on cloud 9 when I first read it actually I read it several times enough know to repeat it involuntary.
DON’T FORGET TO INFORM; happy sharing.
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