Thursday, June 4, 2009
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
Friday, May 15, 2009
a rose to be exact,
Or maybe like a brand new gate
that never comes unlatched.
A friend is like an owl,
both beautiful and wise.
Or perhaps a friend is like a ghost,
whose spirit never dies.
A friend is like a heart that goes
strong until the end.
Where would we be in this world
if we didn't have a friend.
Friendship is among the most valued relationships in a person’s life. It’s a relationship a person makes out of his own free will. There are no boundaries or conditions like caste, creed, color or nationality attached to it. The only criterion is of comfort of feeling at ease with each other. It follows no other faith then of being loyal and honest. The only norms applicable are of care, trust, love, respect, affection and being each others support system. And that too without being obligated to do so.
Having said that, friendship needs nurturing, devotion, and a lot of hard work to make it strong and ever lasting. It may be easier to make new friends but real work lies in keeping the old friendships alive and healthy. Friendships take time to grow and by sharing the experiences both good and bad. It will not be laughter all the time or tears all the way rather a blend of the two. And it’s these moments spent together that make a friendship precious!
Friday, May 8, 2009
Meet it squarely, face to face;
Lift your chin and set your shoulders,
Plant your feet and take a brace.
When it's vain to try to dodge it,
Do the best that you can do;
You may fail, but you may conquer,
See it through!
Black may be the clouds about you
And your future may seem grim,
But don't let your nerve desert you;
Keep yourself in fighting trim.
If the worst is bound to happen,
Spite of all that you can do,
Running from it will not save you,
See it through!
Even hope may seem but futile,
When with troubles you're beset,
But remember you are facing
Just what other men have met.
You may fail, but fall still fighting;
Don't give up, whate'er you do;
Eyes front, head high to the finish.
See it through!
Edger Albert Guest
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Pass into nothingness;but still will keep
A bower quiet for us,and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkened ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,
Trees old, and young, sprouting a shady boon
For simple sheep; and such are daffodils
With the green world they live in; and clear rills
That for themselves a cooling covert make'Gainst the hot season;
the mid-forest brake,
Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms:
And such too is the grandeur of the dooms
We have imagined for the mighty dead;
All lovely tales that we have heard or read:
An endless fountain of immortal drink,
Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink...