Bubbling happiness like a bouncing ball
Youthful heart like a humming song
Sun to give light to this moon
Star in life to be my boon;
The CHILD in me is my need the lost happiness it should feed;
The legs that ran behind the butterfly, The hands that dared to touch the beehive, The yearn to own the moon and the stars, The fun to run behind the moving cars, The radiant smile after a friendly fight, The incessant noise under a street light, The funny tales about the birds
Failure is a season
everthing happens for a reason;
beleive you can succeed that’s the way to proceed;
everything depends on our attitude do your actions with gratitude;
fear none except God believe none except self;
salvage something from your setback construct something from other’s feedback;
be positive-act with perseverance personify self with perspiration;
there’s no gain without pain and no grain without rain;
Ship that gives warmth to our heart,
make us feel chill when it is hot,
Ship that will not allow us to sink, enhances our sight when we blink,
A friend in need is a friend indeed, a reed to grow with love we feed,
Moon in the midst of stars, boon in the midst of curse,
a soul to help us when the whole world turns away, a god to help us wash our worries away.
Face challenges in life Fight till the end
Follow the path of truth Feed the needy
Fear not others Flourish with your hard work
Figure your problems Find the right solution
Friendship can guide Frankness will help
Fitness is a must Fulfillment is a gift
Forget your worries Forgive even enemies
Free your mind from tension Foresee your future with attention
Faithfullness is a fair need Fairness is a good deed
Our feelings dry sometimes
Like a dry leaf in a summer; Our tears fall through our cheeks Like the dried leaves that fall in autumn; Our soul freezes sometimes Like the things that freeze in winter; Our pleasant and new feelings blossoms Like the fresh leaves in spring; We need a cool mind to chill us in summer We need a loving hand to wipe our tears in autumn We need a warm heart to help us in winter We need our friends to rejoice with us in spring
LifeÂ is a mixed chat of emotions a blend of confusion,frustration,hatred as spices, failure,regrets as added flavours, success is the main and hidden ingredient flavoured with love and peace.
Life is a rough road with pebbles and thorns, unless we try to make it a bed of roses, life can never be unfair to a person who can dare.
Life is a boon for a person with values and is a curse for the one with mistakes What we sow, we have to reap, with that hope, life can be deep.
Some times there are no answers To the questions that come to mind If we ever come to wonder Why we walked this way in life
Then there comes a subtle change Steady but for sure. Lives are still evolving. Another chance has it’s allure
But it seems the days are counted There’s much history in your past. Intertwining lives With ties that ever last..
And during the preparation It feels so upside down. You can not stop the process But hope it all turns out.
When things go wrong as they sometimes will. When the road youâ€™re trudging seems all up hill.
When the funds are low, and debts are high And you want to smile but you have to sigh
When care is pressing you down a bit. Rest if you must, but Dont You Quit.
Life is queer with itâ€™s twists and turns. As everyone of us sometimes learns.
And many a failure turns about. When he might have won had he stuck it out.
Today, upon a bus, I saw a girl with golden hair
I looked at her and sighed and wished I was as fair.
When suddenly she rose to leave,
I saw her hobble down the aisle.
She had one leg and used a crutch
But as she passed, she passed a smile.
Oh, God, forgive me when I whine
I have 2 legs, the world is mine.
I stopped to buy some candy
The lad who sold it had such charm
I talked with him a while, he seemed so very glad
The strength of a man isn’t in the deep tone of his voice. It is in the gentle words he whispers.
The strength of a man isn’t how many buddies he has. It is how good a buddy he is with his kids.
The strength of a man isn’t in how respected he is at work. It is in how respected he is at home.
The strength of a man isn’t in how hard he hits. It is in how tender he touches.