LIFE
The confusing web; driving me mad
Throwing the curve balls named fate
But none bothers to ask why…..
Crying over past, dreading the present,
Giving a shred of hope for future!
But who knows…..
May be tomorrow will overcome yesterday…
Bringing in miseries…
Still none bother….why????
Life is irritating
Life is confusing
A kind of unfair game…
And yet we live….we live
Through all these…leaving the
Unanswered questions behind
Or just won’t bother the answers
As life itself is an unanswered question
And the ones determined to be answered
Later regretted on the life that they  forgot to live….
Thus ,better to carry them with you to the graves…
But I want to know
I’ve the right to know
But I don’t know where to find them…
My path is blank…
Its deserted …
Its  endless…
My goal is set at the end…
That is the truth…
But the end of my quest ;  Will be  eternity…
May be then;at last then..
I’ll have an answer for my life..........

RAIN

RAIN RAIN RAIN

THE DROPS OF JOY

WHEN IT FALLS ON THE EARTH

EVERYONE FEELS A SENSE OF

WONDER

IT STARTS ITS JOURNEY FROM THE EARTH

AND ALSO ENDS FROM THE EARTH LIKE US.

RAIN RAIN RAIN

TEARS OF SKY

RAIN

WHEN IT FALLS ON THE EARTH

IT’S WATER,

WHICH IS VERY ESSENTIAL

FOR OUR EXISTANCE

THEREFORE RAIN IS LIFE
AND LIFE LIKE A RAIN.

SUN

THERE,

RISES THE RED BOMB

IN THE EAST

BUT

DON’T WORRY

IT WON’T BLAST

IN THE EVENING,

IT SINKS IN THE SEA

BUT AGAIN RISES IN THE MORNING FROM SOMEWHERE

AND THE RED BOMB IS NONEOTHER THAN OUR SUN.

Abraham Lincoln’s letter to his son’s teacher

He will have to learn, I know, that all men are not just, all men are not true.
But teach him also that for every scoundrel there is a hero;
that for every selfish Politician, there is a dedicated leader…
Teach him for every enemy there is a friend,
Steer him away from envy,
if you can, teach him the secret of quiet laughter.
Let him learn early that the bullies are the easiest to lick…
Teach him, if you can, the wonder of books…
But also give him quiet time to ponder the eternal mystery of birds in the sky,
bees in the sun, and the flowers on a green hillside.
In the school teach him it is far honourable to fail than to cheat…
Teach him to have faith in his own ideas, even if everyone tells him they are wrong…
Teach him to be gentle with gentle people, and tough with the tough.
Try to give my son the strength not to follow the crowd when everyone is getting on the band wagon…
Teach him to listen to all men…
but teach him also to filter all he hears on a screen of truth,
and take only the good that comes through.
Teach him if you can, how to laugh when he is sad…
Teach him there is no shame in tears,
Teach him to scoff at cynics and to beware of too much sweetness…
Teach him to sell his brawn and brain to the highest bidders
but never to put a price-tag on his heart and soul.
Teach him to close his ears to a howling mob and to stand and fight if he thinks he’s right.
Treat him gently, but do not cuddle him, because only the test of fire makes fine steel.
Let him have the courage to be impatient…
let him have the patience to be brave.
Teach him always to have sublime faith in himself,
because then he will have sublime faith in mankind.
This is a big order,
but see what you can do…
He is such a fine little fellow,
my son!

PARK

Yesterday I went to a park
It was a nice experience
Many children were running and jumping,
They were enjoying.
There were many flowers,
Some buds were blooming
There were some butterflies
And, some bees were buzzing around.
Everyone is happy there,
It’s a wonderworld.

STARS

Stars stars stars,
You are twinkling in the Night,
Why don’t you come down to play with me.


Stars stars stars,
You are dazzling in the Night,
Why don’t you come down  to sleep with me.

MY MOTHER

My mother is the most Wonderful mother,
She is a nice mother
She always smiles at me
She cares me well,
But when She gets angry on me,
At times,I feel irritated.
When I cry or get sad she consoles me.
When I get prizes and good marks in exams,
She appreciates me.
My mother is the precious reward for me
I love my mother.