Rain

The nature was silent,

but she broke it...

She hummed the music of love

which is my evertime favourite.

She covered me with cool breeze,

that she brought from the heaven.

She showered me with droplets,

that seems as diamonds.

She drizzled into my heart,

like dew kisses a petal.

She nourished my heart

which was a parched land,

with a fertile layer of memories.

Oh my rain......
You are my angel.....

(A poem by my Friend)

Some Great Thoughts

A man is the sum of his actions, of what he has done, of what he can do,
Nothing else.
- Gandhiji

Action to be effective must be directed to clearly conceived ends.
- Jawaharlal Nehru

Action is the product of the qualities inherent in nature.
-BhagavadGita

I do not like to repeat successes,I like to go on to other things.
-Walt Disney

Great things are not done by impulse, but by a series of small things
brought together.
-Vincent Van Gogh

Little joys,Little sorrows

His clothes are faded

and toys are broken,

But mine is shining 

and it smells new.

His hut is leaking

and water rushes in.

But mine is terraced,

cemented and painted.

I own an A-class luxury coach.

and he owns a punctured  bicycle.

I walk in a spread ed red carpet,

when mud and clay cover his feet.

But i wonder whether

I'm rich or he.

Yes he is rich,

richer than me.

his heart is rich, rich with happiness.

because he has freedom and

I do not..........