FRIENDS FOR EVER

Friendship…may be pages will become lesser to write about it… A bond stronger than any other bond. A person who accepts you as you are… never wants you to change ….A person with whom you can share everything, who understands you and stands by you in all odds……

FRIENDS FOR EVER

I always think
Of the joys
You have brought
To my life,
Each moment
Merrier
Each day bright.

I always wonder
If, you would haven’t been
In my life
I would have never realized,
What a friend is,
What friendship is called?

I always think
That we may be apart,
Busy in our own world
But our shore touches
But our heart matches…

I always wonder
How great GOD is,
That he gifted me with
A friend like you….

I always ponder
If you would haven’t been
In my life
I would have been
Half Blessed.

I always wonder
If you would haven’t been
There with me
I would have one
Less dear one
In my Life…..

Friend who cries when you cry, who laugh when you laugh, who lets you forget each pain… Friend… A word that carries the world with itself.

DARE TO DREAM

The lines by G.B Shaw: “People look at the things and say why? I dream of the things that never were and ask WHY NOT? “ always runs through my mind and inspires me to think of unachievable and the dare ness to achieve them. Life is full of odds but it’s the light of your dreams that illuminate the ways and hopes that we will get what we want… what requires only is the courage to dream and have faith in them…..


DARE TO DREAM

“Those shinning stars
Far away in the sky,
Having twinkling, fading light
But throughout the night
Against darkness, they fight..
Do you dare to dream
Of catching them in your palms
Do you Dare to fight
Until u get your right.

Those beautiful butterflies
Red, Yellow, pink and white
On each face brining smile
Do you dare to fill
Each eyes with new reverie
Each face free of worry…

Do you dare to Dream
Brining smile to every face
Taking away plight from every one

Do you dare to dream
Making a scrape less world
Do You…. Dare to Dream like that…. “


Can you dare to dream for the betterment of others also rather than limiting to oneself….. Just try it…..

RAHEIN ....ZINDGI KI....

Have u ever seen the roads…. Curvy…. Long… black… and at some places so many ditches, rocky, ups and down…. Life is like these roads… some time smooth sailing and some time… hard….But these roads are indifferent ….they just how where one is supposed to reach and rest every person is supposed to decide…. Where they want to go… how they take the things in their life……




नहो दीखते हैं कोई निशान
धुल भरी पगडंडियों पे
न जाने कितने कदम गए होंगे
इन पगडंडियों से अपनी मंज़िल को
न जाने कितने कदम भटके होंगे
इन पगडंडियों पे चलते चलते

कितने चेहरे पुलकित होंगे
सफलता की सोपान चढ़
कितने चेहरें मुरझायें  होंगे
मंज़िल को न पा कर
लेकिन पगडंडिया तो बस मौन हैं
बेअसर है उनके लिए
सफलता और असफलता

मौन महात्मा की भांति
वो तो बस चुपचाप सबको राहें दिखती हैं
वो रहे जो जाती हैं
हमारी मंज़िल की ओर

पगडंडियां नहीं भटकती किसी को
ये तो बस इंसान है
जो भटक जाता है
खुद ब खुद
रहता नहीं वो अटल कभी
इन पगडंडियों सा
दिखाता  हुआ राह हर
आने जाने वाले को
वो तो बस खुद के लिए
राह तलाशते तलाशते
हो जाता है सबसे दूर ..... 

मैं और वो तारा .....

“Na Aashna har rehgujar,name harba har ek nazar
Jayen to ab jayen kidhra, main aur meri awargi……”




Sometimes in Life, everyone feels the low…..trying to find the meaning to his/her life…trying……unexplainable…….

" वो खामोश सा आसमां
वो तनहा सा तारा
वो खामोश सी मैं
मेरे दिल की तन्हाई  .......

वही हैं वो गलियां
वही रहगुजर है
हज़ारों हैं चेहरें
मगर वो किधर है .......

थमी हैं ये सांसें
जिन आहट के वास्ते
है मुमकिन नहीं
गुजरना उसका इधर से  ......

वो तन्हा सा तारा
मेरे दिल की तन्हाई
क्या चाहा था रब से
क्या किस्मत में आयी  .......

Aazadi.... Ya.........

Freedom has been the word utopia for the women. Even they can scale the great height, they can ride to moon, and they can fathom the immeasurable sea…. though there are social barriers that prove to be still invincible. The shackles of century old customs are still alive and being imposed forcefully on them if not in great measures. They are affected by these in many ways…. Even they are independent and self sufficient.
But the voice against this is brisk now as compared to earlier days. Now they are raising their voice and speaking their heart and mind against it. I pray, soon that day comes when we can decide about our lives without any interference. Amen…



Ek adhikaar kshetra se
Nikal kar
Dusre mein jana
Shayad yahi hai niyati
Har ladki ki.

Bahut thakane wala hai
Bojh in
Rasmon ki
janjeeron ka
Nahi utha sakti inhe
Meri ye kamjor kalayiyan.

Ye mera Kamjor
Antarmann
Nahi seh sakta
Itne chot,
Apne pe
Nahi bardasht
kar sakta ye
logon ki
taulti huyi nigahein,
Jo mehsoos karati hai
Jyon bazaar me
Baithe ho hum…..

Nahi saja sakti
Ye meri peshani
Parampara ke
Naam pe lage
is kale tilak ko
Jo nahi deta
Adhikaar mujhe
bolne ka
Mere hisab se
meri Zindagi jine ka.

HUM AUR TUM: EK SHURUAT

My heart always ponders over the fading essence of the relationship and human bonds of love. Why, people don’t care for each other? Why a small mistake made by our close and near dear makes us loosing all the faith and trust on him/her? Why the same neighbour who sips the cup of tea every day with us becomes the greatest foe that people become thirsty for their blood? Why… Gods never fight among each others but their devotees ?Why only being a Hindu or Muslim makes you eternal enemies? Can there be any place where these differences do not exist? For the great poet Shri Harivansh Rai Bachhan, its was Madhushala(a place where liquor is served),where there is no enmity, no difference……The poet writes:



"कही ना सुन पड़ता, इसने
हा ,छू दी मेरी हाला
कभी न कोई कहता , उसने
जूठा कर डाला प्याला

सभी जाति के लोग यहाँ पर
साथ बैठ कर पीते है
सौ सुधारकों का करती है,
काम अकेली मधुशाला "

The poet says that the root cause of this difference between Hindu and Muslim is the place of worships…. But the same become friend in his Madhushala.

"मुसलमान औ हिन्दू है दो
एक मगर, उनका प्याला
एक मगर,उनका मदिरालय
एक मगर ,उनका प्याला

दोनों रहते एक न जब तक
 मंदिर मस्जिद में जाते
वैर बढ़ाते मंदिर मस्जिद
मेल कराती मधुशाला "



My heart says… why not we also try to eliminate these differences…lets put a step towards it and bring a New World of Love and Tolerance……lets give it a hand……Hum aur Tum

तुम और हम  - एक शुरुआत 

वो चैन, जो आराम था,सुकून था जो साज था 
वो मोहब्बतें , वो दोस्ती,वो सादगी , वो मुंसिफी 
है खो गया,दिल रो गया,बर्बाद गुलिस्तां हो गया
चलो  ढूंढते है साथ चल फिर से आज तुम और हम ...... 


जहां भाई भाई के साथ था,हरदर्द था, हमराज था 
न हिन्दू, न मुस्लमान था, इंसा जहाँ इंसान था 
तहजीब कहाँ वो खो गयी, इंसानियत भी रो गयी 
ढूंढें चेहरों की भीड़ में उस इंसानियत को तुम और हम....... 

जहाँ दिल से दिल को ठौर हो, सब प्यार में सराबोर हो 
लबों पे रहे हमेशा हंसी, भीगे न कोई पलक कभी 
जहाँ प्यार ही बस एक जुबान हो, नफरत का ना नाम हो
चलो ढूंढते है उस कायनात को,आज मिल कर  तुम और हम.........

Copyright © 2006 [Kiran K. Singh]

MAIN ROK LETA HU ………

If ever someone will like me, he will feel the same way for me, as i feel for myself in these lines....so m helping him to express his feeling about me.....

मैं चाहता तो
झिरक देता
उसकी हर एक बात को
पर उसका वो मासूम सा चेहरा
वो भोली मुस्कान
हमेशा मुझे रोक देते है
और मैं कुछ
कह नहीं पाता......

वो दो चमकते
जुगनू
उसकी आँखों के
वो खनकती
सी हंसी उसकी
सुकून देती है दिल को
मैं रोक लेता हूँ
खुद को
कुछ कह नहीं पाता
मूक सा
हाथ बंधे
सुनता रहता हूँ
उसकी कहानिया .......

देखता रहता हूँ
उसकी आँखों के
वो दो चमकते जुगनू
और होठों पे खिली हंसी
हर बात के साथ
उसके हाथों का वो
गिरना उठना
ऐसा लगता है
की ये कहानी
सदियों से चली आ रही है
मैं बहता जाता हुँ
किसी नदी की तरह
 साथ उसके
लहरों में
चढ़ते उतरते.........

मैं रोक लेता हु
खुद को
कुछ नहीं कहता
क्यों की
शायद मुझको भी
अच्छा लगता है
बहना उसके साथ
धारे में
क्योंकि
मुझको भी अच्छा लगता है
शायद साथ उसका .......

WO MAJDOOR

I am in the construction industry. This is the place where you can find the real face of Life and the truth about the so called Government’s claim of alleviation of Poverty level in India. The life of the labour is not an easy one. Every day dig the well to drink the water. Accidents and deaths are their allies, unavoidable part of their life. Death even doesn’t stop their work, they gather for a while, do not have even right to mourn at the death of their allies or family more than few hours and then get back to their work…..Their children having emptiness in their eyes and life without a definite future.

But still I find them the most happy person. They celebrate their life each day, bringing tea in small polythene bag and sipping the cup of tea in group is a feast for them. They laugh, they chat, they crack jokes, they really enjoy the smallest thing of our life as the biggest joy of their life. We forget to celebrate the festivals in the hustle and bustle of our professional life and they… they live the each moment celebrating it…..

I really salute their spirit to live life fullest even in adversity and penury. My this poem takes a plunge in their never die spirit:

WO- MAJDOOR

मैंने देखा उन्हें
लड़ते जूझते
कठिनाईयों से ...

जीवन की विपरीत
परिस्थितियों में
मैंने देखा उन्हें
मुस्कुराते हुए


सर पर बोझ
पैरों में दास्तां की जंज़ीरें
फिर भी देखा
मैंने उन्हें
हंस हंस के गीत गाते हुए


अपना घोसला नहीं
फिर भी बड़े प्यार से
 दूसरों का आशियाना बनाते

खुले आसमा के नीचे
मैंने देखा उन्हें
हसीन ख्वाब सजाते हुए

घुट घुट के जीते
गम में भी हसते
मैंने देखा उन्हें
हर एक को जीने का
हुनर सीखते हुए
मैंने देखा उन्हें
हमेशा मुस्कुराते हुए



Can’t we celebrate each moment of our life… enjoying all the ups and down without losing hope and heart……..I think we can, if we all try…..

MY POEMS: YADEIN APNO KI

Today I am missing my home badly. Every one, who is far away from home must be missing their family, nothing new…..But me a brave heart… I really don’t think more about them.. its really not a routine work for me.
I am enjoying my great hobby of staring at sky and trying to identify each star in the night . It’s a routine job…… A thought crossed my mind today, whether the sky in my home is clear now or clouded. May be my family also be sitting under the same star scattered sky and the very thought made me miss them badly. The wind is blowing gently on my terrace, the sky scattered with the twinkling stars, and my heart! … my heart and my mind… fly far away to my home in this serene.
Suddenly the sweet memories of all those days spent there with my brothers and sisters appear before my eyes like the reel of the movie….and tears rolling out of my eyes…..How painful it is to be far away from them..... And the lines run through my mind :

यादें अपनों की 


हवा के झोंके की वो खुशबू जो कभी आती है
इस परदेश में अपनों की वो याद दिला जाती है .....

महकी महकी सी पुरवाई जो  कभी आती है
खिलखिलाहट वो अपनों की सुना जाती है। .....

यादों की किताब पे वक़्त गर्द जमा देती है
मेरी आँखों की नमी हर गर्द धुला जाती है। ... 

हर शोर में क्यों मुझे उनकी आवाज़ें सुनाई देती है
हर चेहरे में क्यों मुझे उनकी परछाई दिखाई देती है......  

 दूर देश से आने वाली, ये हवा भी अब दगा देती है
मेरे अपनों की वो हंसी जाने कहा गुमा देती है। ...... 

भूलना चाहू भी तो यादें नहीं भूलने देती
हा उनकी यादें मुझे अक्सर रुला देती है  .....


Perhaps this is the reason I don’t prefer sitting in silence… and keep myself damn busy….But memories hardly fade… its truth….

MY POEMS: MANAV- AAJ KA

Yesterday I was the turning the pages of the one of the best sellers “The World is flat” by Thomas L. Friedman. As the subtitle run: “A Brief History of 21st Century” in terms of business and Globalization and technological advances. The businesses are growing such that the distance doesn't matter now. Global Village is the buzz word now.

I was just wondering in between that if some one writes about the World from 20 years from now then why not any one is writing about the changes in Human being in 21st  century and the years ahead. World is flat now but has this also flattened the distances in the relationship. How much close people are now a days as compared to the earlier days? The World may have flattened but the distances in relationship has widened. Self centeredness is the way of life now a day. Mine is the nuclear family. I liked that but somewhere in the depth of my heart I always yearned to be surrounded with my cousins. I was really envious of my neighbour having so many cousins living together and enjoying the gala time.

One reason I find the K-serials attracting, is the way they present Indian Family. All living together under one roof and still having their own identifies, their own independent life and independent decision making abilities. May be that is the reason for the grand success of these Ekta Kapoor serials coz some where in the depth of our heart we all want to be like that and we place ourselves in their place while watching those serials. They fill the gap that is lacking in our life. But yes! no changes in real life.

The world is moving fasts and so is the human. Having no time for any relation any emotion. He is unable to realize the fact that the more civilized he is trying to become, savageness is being instilled at the same time in their nerves making him reckless. And may be at the end of the day, when this speed will stop, he will have nothing in his hands. The Water of Beautiful life given by God in his palms may have leaked out and he will be left with empty hands…….

मानव आज का 

दौडता शहर
भागते लोग
सूखती संवेदना
मिटती मानवता
सिमटी दुनिया जितनी
सिमटा उससे
कही अधिक मानव  .....

रिश्तों को तोड़ कर
स्वार्थी बन कर
अतृप्त सी
मृगमरीचिका सी
अभिलाषाओं के पीछे
दौडता हुआ मानव  ........
और अधिक
सभ्य बनने की चाह में
बनता गया दानव
आज का हर एक मानव



I wish the World becomes a village as they term it ,not only in business sense but in personal relations also and people again start valuing the relationships in their life and start caring for the others also.I wish that the world becomes so flat that the distances between the rooms of the brothers and the distances between the human beings is zeroed.

MY POEMS: HRASH MANAVTA KA

Rain has always been the cynosure of all the poets.From the time enumerable it has catch the fancies of all the poets to express their feelings. But in most of the cases Romance has been the essence of their poems.But again their are certain poets who find the rain a way to express their anguish.One such poem, i read in class Ninth.I am not able to recall the name of the poet and the whole poem.. but the way he has compared the Rain and the Black cloud with the Autocrats and blaming them for the dissimilarity in the society, i still find it unbeatable. Some lines that i can recall are like:

उतर रेत में 
आक जवास भरे खेत में 
मानी बादल 


A great satire on the political system in the line like:

कुपथ कुपथ रथ दौड़ाता जो
नीति उपदेशक वो है
लाज लजाती जिसकी कृति से
धृति उपदेशक वो है  ......

जनता भू पे है बैठी 
नभ में मंच गड़ा है 
क्यों जनता का पालनहार 
इतनी दूर खड़ा है 

And again complaint to the rain:

मानी बादल तेरी बिजली राह नयी दिखलाती नहीं रे  ....
उतर रेत में अाक जवास भरे खेत में


The poet says that like the rulers of the country, the rain is also meant for the rich and capable.It prays him " Utar ret mein, aak jawas bhare khet mein" to come in the courtyard of the poor and needy persons.

The same poem has always inspired me a lot.In such rain in year 2000,on the coffee table we were debating the humanity and the way the people has become selfish now a day with our parents. That discussion left me quite unrest.Seeing the falling rain from the balcony of my home, i found that this is not the rain but the Tears of Humanity.... who is crying some where in the corner.My lines started running with the rain like:

ह्राष मानवता का 


बरसे मेघ या
नयन मानस  के
फूट फूट के रोये
भय अनाचार से
आहत इस विश्व में
चैन से कैसे कोई सोये

क्रन्दन जो था
अभिशाप
अब वो जीवन बन बैठा है
क्यों आज का हर मानव
इतना ऐठा है

लोक लाज को छोड़
अधर्म से मानव हुआ सुसज्जित
रक्त पिपासु पुत्र
धरा फिर हुई है लज्जित

कदाचार है शान
अमर्यादा जीवनशैली
निज स्वार्थ पूर्ति हेतु
खेलता वो खून की होली

धमनियों से रक्त आज बह चला है
ऐसे मानव से तो शायद
पशु ही भला है

Have we ever thought where are we heading with these kind of selfishness and greed.. we are threatening our own quite essential existence... time to wake up... lest its late

My poems ..EK KONA AASMAN KA

Sometimes, you feel desolate for the things that doesnt shape up as per your desires.Evryday we face this kind of things. So many ambitions, so may goal, so many things, and so less time...But sometimes , it must also be happening to most of us that our desires are so small, but the circumsatnces dont let them to be fulfilled.And that time our Heart cries the foul:






"मांगे थे चंद सितारे
अपने दमन सजाने को
मैंने कब चाहा था
उगे चाँद हथेली पर मेरे  ....

जो दिल का दर्द आंसू बन
निकले मेरी आँखों से ,
खुदबखुद तैर गया अश्क़ो में
मेरी इन दो आँखों का चाँद

हमें मालूम है हदें
अपनी तस्सवुर की हर पल
जो सितारे भी न थे किस्मत में
चाँद मांगते कैसे हम
इन कोरी हथेलियों पे
सिमट जाते है सितारे
भला वो चाँद पहाड़ सा
कहा हम सम्भाल पाते  .....

समेट लो सारा तुम आकाश
ले लो रौशनी सारी
मगर दे दो मुझे एक तारा
और एक कोना
उस फैले आसमान का
जहां मैं चैन से जी लू
जहां कुछ ख्वाब सजा लू
जहां बिखरे न कोई मोती
मेरे दिल के अरमानो का
दे दो मुझे वैसे एक कोना .........


Its always hard to turn dream into reality, but Yes they do turn.. i have seen them....have faith my heart.. have faith..

MY POEMS...MY JOURNEY TOWARDS LIFE....

The world is changing too fast. My this poem deals with the changing face of my native place Ranchi, which after being the capital of Jharkhand, is being scythe by the unplanned construction in the name of beautification. Every time I visit my place, I find some more high building competing with the sky and trying to cover the sun… the green patch is scratched by the flyovers and road……and once the summer capital of Bihar, is burning in the hot sun….no respite from this concrete Jungle….

MERA SHAHER
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ऐसे उठे कदम की मेरे
अब तक नहीं रुके
वो गलियाँ , वो मकान
वो चेहरे , वो साथी
नहीं मेरे लिए ठहरे

मेरी आँखें है तलाशती
कोई पहचाना सा चेहरा
है दिल चाहता मिले
मुझे फिर से वो सवेरा

वो सुनहरी सी किरणें
वो चमकता सा सूरज
वो झिलमिलाती सी बूंदे
हरे घासो पे , ओस की

कभी ख्वाब थे बने
जिन गलियों में,
पूछती है आज वो
कहाँ तेरा सूरज
कहाँ वो सवेरा
बड़ी ऊँची दीवारों ने
है रास्ता उसका घेरा.....

है होर  लगी इमारतों की
अब तो हर एक दरख़्त से
ना रही ओस की  वो बूंदे
ना रहा मखमली घास
हवा भी छन छन के
अब आती है पास

हैं समझती मुझको
वो बूढी इमारतें
वो गलियां पुरानी
वो संकरे से रास्ते
था सपना वो सुंदर
जो शहर था तेरा
है टूट गया होते ही'
विकास का सवेरा

Do we really need these kind of frantic development, where we will have to just pacify ourselves with the pictures of mother nature? Or can we keep Nature and development side by side for a balanced earth... Its time we should ask question else we will just see greenery in pictures only...

MY POEMS, MY JOURNEY TOWARDS LIFE......

TERA CHEHRA

Mere hathon ki lakeeron me,

Wo dhundhla sa tera chehra,

Jitna padhne ki koshish hu karta,

Wo dhundhli hoti jati hai…

Mera apna hua begana,

Jo begana tha wo hai apna,

Wo apna begana jo hota,

To apna aaj wo hota….

Hasi chehre pe jo khilti hai,

Chupa leti hai dard-e-dil,

Jo ashq aankhon se hai girte,

Khoshi ke bole jate hain,

Bahut tanhai hai dil mein,

Hai aankhon mein mere soonapan,

Per jata hu jaha pe bhi,

Mehfil si ban jati hai….

Jo dikhta hai nahi gum dil ka,

Na meri bheegi hui palkein

Jamana ye samajhta hai,

Bade khushmizaz se hum hai…..

IF U WANT TO BE HAPPY

I have read somewhere about a poet's remark: "Where can we live but days."Life is lived each second at a time.So can we live our seconds infuse with happiness and face the challenges and live each moment with gusto and high spirit? Yes we can, there is only the need to understand the importance of each moment and the Life, that how wonderful and beautiful it is....

"DREAM NEW DREAM TODAY,
SET NEW GOALS TODAY.

SPEND YOUR TIME ON THINGS THAT TRULY COUNT TODAY.
LOVE YOUR FAMILY TODAY.
BE A FRIEND TODAY.
DO THING BETTER TODAY..."

My Life -My Journey

I don’t know when I started writing verses. But yes this was the thing I love most in my spare time. Giving my expressions an outlet in the lines of verses. Filling one after another pages with your thought gives the immense pleasure and a way to express your inner self. It is some kind of the treasure that I never yearned to share with some one. It was for the first time one of my Friend Dev told me to write on a topic. I thought its very normal, as I use to write. So I wrote some lines for him on the given topic. And these lines turned out to be the biggest surprise of my Life. He got my lines published in his collection of poems and gifted me on my Birthday. That was the best ever gift I have got through out my life. I feel that these poems are the mirror of yourself. Each line can easily describe what was your mental status while writing them. You can easily access the transition of your life once you will go though all the pages. I don’t know about others but yes for me it a reality. When ever I see my poems of the early teens, I find that how much impatient I was. My view as a little girl, having so much of ambitions in life and finding no way to get them and unable to foresee the future had transcended from the lines like:

“ What is Life,
No one iis fully satisfied,
Whatever you will do,
What ever you will want,
No one will praise you,
No one will say you are right.
Where ever you will see,
You will find only,
Sorrow, Sorrow and lie…

TO the line like :

Life…. A Saga


"Life…. Always a new face…

Every morning a new dream…

Every night a new commitment to oneself…

Every morning a new journey to go on…

Every second a new experiment…

A journey, where despair often triumphs over your dreams,

A struggle where you fight with yourself…

A result where you are both the loser and the winner………..

But still, a lot of hopes…

A lot of courage to fight over…

A zeal to capture the world and the

Unforeseen powers…

A drive that I am the master of my destiny….

Is what make man of this universe!………"

Optimism washed away all the negativities and told me that getting things in life is not as easy as getting something from Mom and Dad on the very short notice. Life has its own pace and things come to you accordingly. Impatience only mars your ability to think ahead and keep yourself cool.

Whenever I turn the pages of my Diary, I feel that how much scared I was of the failure and as a child I had so many complaint to the world, being not good to me. And this fear always prevented me from moving ahead and that was perhaps the only reason I had so much complaint to my fate and luck. Lines like:

"Khojne chali hun apne astitva ko,
Is ajnabi jahan mein,
Karne chali hun apne sapno ko sakar,
Is khudgarj jahan mein,
Koshish kar rahi hu,
Ek aise jagah,jahan kuch bhi nahi hai,
Nakamyabi ke siva,
Phir bhi kyo saja rahi hu khwab,
Is matlabi jahan mein."

As my life moved,and as I learned the world more, my patience and my optimism also increased.. This maturity now echoes in my lines like:

“Till the life finds it meaning,
Till the dreams touch the reality,
Till the ambitions get achieved,
Till the desires get through,
Oh my heart, keep the patience,
Oh my soul! Keep the tolerance!
But Never ,Never , Never give up.

Till the night meets with sunshine,
Till the success says farewell to the failure,
Till the cloudy sky fins its sun again,
Till the vision gets its hope back,
Oh my heart! learn to wait,
Oh my soul! Learn to be serene,
But Never Never ,Never give up.

As the darkest night prepares the greatest dawn,
As the winter quickens the journey of spring,
Oh my heart! Be wise,
Oh my soul! Be calm,
Success is just a call away….
But Never ,Never ,Never give up.”

These lines have become my way of life, mirroring my thoughts and feeling and ME....

KSN

IF U WANT TO BE HAPPY

LIFE IS ALL ABOUT THE LITTLE DECISIONS YOU MAKE EVERY DAY. YOU CAN'T CHANGE THE DECISIONS OF THE PAST, BUT EVERY NEW DAY IS ANOTHER OPPORTUNITY TO MAKE THE RIGHT ONES.....A VERY PLEASANT GOOD MORNING