I Thought to Myself………….

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It was but yesterday

I thought to myself

A tiny bit of fragment

Quivering like a feather

As ripples upon the waves

Like a Soulless sparrow

Without a rhythmic song

In the sphere of life.

Far beyond the crevices

Of forgotten remembrances

I heard a song of sweetness

Like a flower unfurling

Its lotus petals in the sky

Tiny feet running barefoot 

Upon the silvery greens

And in this profound Silence

A captivating moment

I realized that, I am the sphere

And all life in rhythmic fragments

Moves within Me………………..

 

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Brilliant Puns………….

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  • A man who wants a pretty nurse must be patient.
  • I feel like we are drifting apart. Maybe it’s time we sea otter people. 
  • A man who leaps of a cliff, jumps to a conclusion.
  • What did the mama cow say to the baby cow? ‘My dear, it’s pasture bedtime.’
  • A man running in front of a running car gets tyred; and a man running behind a running car, gets tired.
  • War does not determine who is right. It determines who is left.
  • I cannot believe you are smoking. I thought our parents’ tortoise better than that.
  • A man who drives like hell, is bound to get there.
  • A lion will not cheat his wife, but a ‘Tiger would’.
  • Have you ever tried to eat a clock, its very time consuming.
  • My doctor told me to start killing people.  Well not in those exact words. He said I had to reduce the stress in my life. One and the same thing.

  • Hey buddy, have an egg-cellent birthday. Love it when you call me big Papaya.

 

Do Not Quit, Keep Playing…………

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A beautiful story that I read, is so perfect with the Title: ‘Do not Quit, Keep Playing’ and once we surrender ourselves in the Master’s Hand at every moment, our life’s work truly can be beautiful and a masterpiece. You can hear the voice of the Master, whispering in your ear, ‘Don’t quit, keep playing’. The story goes like this: 

‘Wishing to encourage her young son’s progress on the piano, a mother took her small boy to a Paderewski concert. After they were comfortably seated in the front row, the mother spotted a friend in the audience. She told her son, ‘Sit here only, do not go anywhere. I will just say hello to my friend and come back.’ She walked down the aisle to greet her friend.  Seizing the opportunity to explore the wonders of the concert hall, the little boy got up from his seat and eventually explored his way through a door marked ‘No Admittance.’

When the house lights dimmed and the concert was about to begin, the mother returned to her seat and discovered that her son was missing. She frantically looked here and there but did not find her son.  Suddenly, the curtains parted and spotlights focused on the impressive Steinway on stage.  To her utter shock, the mother saw her little boy sitting at the keyboard, innocently picking out ‘Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star.’ At that moment the great piano master made his entrance, quickly moved to the piano and whispered in the boy’s ear, ‘Don’t quit, keep playing’.

Then leaning over, Paderewski reached down with his left hand and began filling in a bass part.  Soon his right arm reached around to the other side of the child and he added a running obligation.  Together, the old master and the young novice transformed a frightening situation into a wonderfully creative experience.  The audience was mesmerized.

That is the way it is with the Master. What we can accomplish on our own is hardly noteworthy.  We can try our level best, but the results are not exactly a graceful flowing music.   Next time you set out to accomplish great feats, listen carefully.  You can hear the Master encouraging you to carry on and not give up at any stage in your life. He is there guiding you, like your father and feel His loving arms around you.  Know that his strong hands are playing the concerto of your life.  Remember, God does not call the equipped, He equips the called.’

 

A Dancer………….

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She who came

With her musicians

In tulle’s of violet chiffon

And buckle berry shoes

Set the stage ablaze

To dance the dance of flames

The ballets of spears and blades

Of sparkling stars and spaces

Of flowers in the swaying wind

Twirling to rhythms and rhymes

Enthralling one and all.

A clap, a thunderous applause

They wanted more and more

Pleased them with her dancing

As the soul of a dancer

Abides in her beauteous body

And she kept on dancing

Until she could dance no more.

The Road to Success………….

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The road to success is not Straight. 

There is a Curve called Failure.

A Loop called Confusion.

Speed Bumps called Friends.

Red Lights called Enemies.

Caution Lights called Family. 

Your laziness called Mind.

And Flat Tyres called Jobs. 

But, if you have a Spare Wheel called Determination, an Engine called Perseverance, Insurance called Trust, Keys that starts the machine of success called Positive thoughts, a Driver called Will Power and a Companion called Motivation you will definitely make it to a place called Success

The Road to Success is an uphill task, strewn with pebbles and difficulties but once overcome with great determination and struggle on one’s part, it becomes a smooth and easy ride. The feeling you have once you get there will make you say “It was sure Worth the Wait“.

Have utmost Faith in yourself which is like a small lamp in a dark forest.  It does not show everything at once, but gives enough light for the next step to be safe. 

 

The Dirty Laundry………..

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A young couple moved into a new neighborhood in Wales.  The next morning, while they are eating breakfast, the young woman watches her neighbor hang the washed laundry outside. Immediately she points to her husband: ‘Look, darling that laundry is not very clean, there are so many stains on the clothes. That lady does not know how to wash correctly.  Perhaps she needs better laundry soap.’  Her husband looked on, but remained silent and did not answer his wife.

Every time her neighbor would hang her washed clothes to dry, the young woman would make the same comments and wonder what is wrong with that lady. Why is she doing that. Very often she asked her husband, ‘Darling do you think I need to go and give her a new detergent power or tell her and give her some advice.’ Her husband would kindly say, ‘No you do not worry.  It is completely okay with her. May be she will know what is better for her and her family’.

About one month later, one fine day the woman was surprised to see a nice clean wash on the line and said to her husband: ‘Look! She has learnt how to wash correctly. Her clothes are spotless and there are no stains.  I wonder who taught her this.’ The husband then very politely said: ‘Dear, I got up early this morning before you could and cleaned our windows. There were quite a number of stains on the windows and so it was your perception that was making you see the clothes with a difference.’

And so it is with life: What we see and who we see when we are watching others, depends on the purity of the window through which we look.  We are no one to pass judgement and opinions. Often we need to learn simply by observing others. To love and be loved, to be kind, thoughtful and helpful. To be compassionate and to make a difference in the lives of others.

Our life is a creation of our mind.  So let us remember this story of ‘Dirty Laundry’ and clean our windows and our frame of mind, before commenting or concluding on others and Your Life will surely give a better view.

The River…………….

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A different path had I taken

This wonderful sunny day

I came down gushing

From the hills and dales

Among scented flowers

And shy willows asleep

Cascading with the waterfalls

Flowing wild and free.

Men and women drank of me

Quenching their thirst to a fill

My river waters are never empty

Overflowing with joy aplenty.

Lovers paddled their feet

At my edges lost in themselves

Happy sailing were the Canoers too

There was laughter and sweet songs

All about me.

My path was cool and clear 

When I reached the heart

Of my Mother, the Sea.