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January 20

lovely story

A potter used to walk to a nearby pond down the hill to fill water and carry it back to water his master's garden. To do this he had to carry two earthen pots suspended by two ropes connected to a big wood stick. The hard working potter carried the stick on his shoulders with the two pots hanging, everyday down and up the hill.
The two pots that the potter used to carry were really in awe of him. However one of the pot was slightly broken and hence it was not able to hold the water filled from the pond. Half of the water was spilled along the way. It made the pot very sad for it assumed that it was of no use to the master and the potter himself.
After many days not able to bear the pain and sadness the broken pot finally told the potter about its misery. He told him that he was feeling like he was a huge burden and waste on his master as he was not able to provide the full services.
Hearing this, the potter knelt down and lovingly told the broken pot-
"Son you are the most beautiful thing the master could have imagined. I am aware that you spill half of the water along the way. Hence I sowed some rose seeds along the way and you water them everyday. Those seeds, now beautiful rose flowers along the way, are because of your efforts. I pluck two of these beautiful roses everyday and put it in the vase for the master. Have you ever seen the happiness on the master's face on seeing those roses everyday? No my child you are precious in your own way."
This story touched my heart and made me feel important. For every living and non living thing serve a purpose in this world and are important, even if they may seem meaningless.
Everything and everyone in this world is unique. It is this uniqueness that sets us apart from others, things which we can do no one else can. From that day I stopped comparing and complaining. Just like the broken pot...

November 14

dream within a dream

 

 

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
 
 
November 12

The Beauty Of Love

Love that is shared is a beautiful thing
Life becomes richer with the joy it can bring.
It uplifts the spirits to heights that are new
When you love somebody as I love you.

Your love for me is tender and kind,
Bringing me peace in my heart and my mind
You are my lover and my best friend,
For the rest of my life on you I'll depend.

To return the love you have given to me,
And sharing the magic of love's mystery
I give you my heart, I give you my soul,
It's only with you that my life can be whole.

March 20

TO LOSE A FRIEND

 

    To Lose a Friend


    People come into our lives
    To serve some purpose or reason
    Then they are gone like a puff of wind
    Receding like the ending season.

    There are times when friendships end
    When nothing can hold them together
    When uninvited feelings get in the way
    Stirring up stormy weather.

    One friend might begin to think
    We can mend this gap if we try
    But it takes two to bridge the breach
    To avoid saying that final goodbye.

    Some people are so caught up in self
    They think others are always at fault
    They never ponder their own mistakes
    To see the harm they’ve wrought.

    To my regret, I lost such a friend
    How wasteful it seems, my loss
    I watched her change and withdraw each day
    Becoming frequently very cross.

    I’m proud that I tried to be a friend
    By showing kindness, patience and concern,
    Sadly, it never seemed enough for her
    And her odd resentment began to burn.

    We shared so many things we did
    Camaraderie for many months on end
    Then she started withdrawing and pulling away
    As though tired of being my friend.

    I showered her with kindness and praise
    When she shared good news with me
    While she ignored my few blessings
    That I shared with her, you see.


 
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