Oh yes, friend! I'm crazy-
that's just the way I am.
I see sounds,
I hear sights,
I taste smells,
I touch not heaven but things from the underworld,
things people do not believe exist,
What happens in heaven?
Will I sit on a cloud?
Is walking or talking
Or jumping allowed?
Will I be on my own
Or with some of my friends?
Does it go on for ever
Or eventually end?
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;
Be nice to yu turkeys dis christmas
Cos' turkeys just wanna hav fun
Turkeys are cool, turkeys are wicked
An every turkey has a Mum.
Be nice to yu turkeys dis christmas,
Don't eat it, keep it alive,
It could be yu mate, an not on your plate
Say, Yo! Turkey I'm on your side.
I got lots of friends who are turkeys
An all of dem fear christmas time,
If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
Okay! Are you the one I know
or just I think I know
or are you pretending to know
and pretending to be known(by me)
Is it,the connection
when you want it to be
or is it something
When you look at me
My heart jumps a beat,
And I wonder
With deep impassioned thunders
Overflowing my mind
Making me bind
Is it real or I'm blind?
"this is how the story went
I met someone by accident
who blew me away,
blew me away "
you know the song babe ?
I can barely write
but with this perfect twist of fate
I can compose not only words but music too
Love is not just a word. And it is not a collection of some alphabets.
Love is feeling of someone, for something or some person.
It is just like a roller coaster. We should experience in life at once. Because it is a set of though or unseen expression of human being.
Love is like a river. All are flow with the purity.
By Aakanksha Raj.
For several years I'd worked as a life coach, assisting clients day by day,
Like blazing colors in the shank of the evening, chases deep blues away.
It was an occupation that I enjoyed, as helping others is very rewarding,
Like gardeners who labor long, for the artless beauty nature's awarding.
Next to my home was a blooming park, embroidered with spring greens,
With blue, pink and redbirds in lacy treetops, that were forever singing.
I enjoyed strolling and sitting there, mainly during the balmier weather,