tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34782546295591830632024-03-13T02:24:48.219-07:00journey!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13138021698393990478noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478254629559183063.post-21251849052388770352017-06-15T01:52:00.001-07:002017-06-15T01:53:23.054-07:00Journey Begins<p dir="ltr"><u>From</u> here the real journey begins, spoke by lecturer to last year batch. I thought this three words are used often and are always bang on at each turning point of life whether I'm saying about subject selection in 11th standard or what to do after 12th or this time when they are just going for training, well this all are perspective for career orientation. When we speak about real life where does our journey begins.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Indeed my journey began from my really very first breath I took after birth, my first step, my first word, first day of school, my first friend, first speech and what not that was my first attempt.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Though life's journey is never a game of thorns. But, a chapter of lives, karma, mistakes and fate. It just never ended only on one achievement but started taking next step at same day.</p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13138021698393990478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478254629559183063.post-60179114839676526422017-05-28T05:20:00.003-07:002017-06-03T10:01:03.417-07:00Menstruation Myths always Rule ?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: white; display: inline; float: none; font-family: "times new roman" , "stixgeneral" , serif; font-size: 15.9991px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">Menstruation is a phenomenon unique to girls. However, it has always been surrounded by taboos and myths that exclude women from many aspects of socio-cultural life is that right? We are girls, a female, a lady! Yes We bleed few days in a month; its sign of our fertility. whats the need of hiding it, at many places we see family members restrict us to go in kitchen, temples, have pickle or curd, why? Just one reason why?</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; display: inline; float: none; font-family: "times new roman" , "stixgeneral" , serif; font-size: 15.9991px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">Myths just don't end here, we are ordered to stay at different place from regular one, not to touch utensils or do house chores! Come'on we say we are modern but this orthodox mentality still turns a women down. In survey this thing is cleared at many places girls even don't know about menses till the time they faced it in real. here we won't blame society but family members they should give sex education to their child. a girl feels insulted when her dress get stain from menses blood. All people laughs or whispers in ear, it gives mental disturbance to the girl who is suffering.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "times new roman" , "stixgeneral" , serif; font-size: 15.9991px;">We are not angry but disappointed, the time when a female need more care at that time she get more troubles from daily run, please if a female won't bleed how next generation will come. don't make it difficult for her.<b> Make it casual and easy, more we talk about one thing; </b></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "times new roman" , "stixgeneral" , serif; font-size: 15.9991px;"><b>more we educate ourselves and others about it, it will no more stay as a taboo.</b></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13138021698393990478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478254629559183063.post-62295120611424701102017-04-09T23:34:00.000-07:002017-04-09T23:34:18.450-07:00karma<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Karma term literally means “action,” but in this context it denotes the moral, psychological spiritual and physical causal consequences of morally significant past choices, it likely is not a necessary condition either. I think it is a nice way of looking at karma and how it works.</div>
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Most people view Karma as a punishment. The phrase, <span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">“karma is a b$&@!”</span> comes quickly to mind, karma as the spiritual equivalent of Newton’s Law of Motion. “For every action there is an equal but<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; font-family: inherit;">opposite reaction.”</span></div>
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karma is not meant to be a punishment. It is present for the sake of education. How else is someone to learn how to be a good person if they are never taught that harmful action is wrong. A person only suffers if they have created the conditions for suffering.<br />Whatever one puts out into the Universe will come back to them.<br />Surround yourself with what you want to have in your life and be yourself.<br />If all one sees is an enemy or a negative character trait, then they are not and cannot be focused on a higher level of existence.<br />When we change who and what we are within our hearts, our lives follow suit and change too.<br />We mirror what surrounds us, and what surrounds us mirrors us; this is a Universal Truth.<br />Past, Present, and Future are all connected.<br />One cannot think of two things at the same time.<br />Here is where one puts what they CLAIM to have learned into PRACTICE.<br />One cannot be in the here and now if they are looking backward to examine what was or forward to worry about the future.<br />History repeats itself until we learn the lessons that we need to change our path.<br />Rewards of lasting value require patient and persistent toil.<br />Karma is a lifestyle that promotes positive thinking and actions. It also employs self-reflection to fix the problems in one’s life.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13138021698393990478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478254629559183063.post-405637074738504182017-02-13T10:25:00.001-08:002017-02-13T10:25:20.068-08:00Savior<p dir="ltr">She started her journey with a destiny but no way... She has to figure the way, she decided to have something first than travel further.<br>
            Her favorite place was not too near although uber helped her to reach their. She was regular customer their though all service providers were her smiling friends.. That location keep her reminding she must be proud Indian. <br>
                    But fate have decided something else for her. Having mojita in one hand and Google search in another she searched where to move first, she booked herself a sleeper in bus their she faced her first problem as per all single sleepers were booked she decided to book herself on double one as per traveling noms beside her only female traveler could travel or book sleeper.. But bus owners had some different mind set to earn more money they called girl traveler and asked her to book another sleeper too so that no men could enter in her sleeper their they argued for a while n hang up.. After 10min again he called and informed her we shifted your seat on single sleeper and hangup. She was surprised cause when she searched online no single sleeper was available though she got all plotting of bus owner and judged his business.<br>
                   After having some breakfast she left that place after watching national flag in air.. Crossword another calm place where she finds peace of mind moving towards her journey where she traveled from one very familiar place to stranger's town she was afraid although she knew if she made her journey safely it will open many doors in her life.. For that sake she pushed her fear aside and stepped out from bus in that strangers place. <br>
         Things were going very smoothly, but that's true when u expect least that's the moment of maktub to punch u... She reached railway station their when she reached ticket counter.. Distributer was someone who used to rape women from eyes.. And that time he did same though she was already terrified cause still her destiny was miles away.. After giving her ticket at the time of returning her change left he might judged her as slut or something cause she was solo traveler a 19year old solo traveler he gave his no. On 10rs. Note was that correct.. She had no time to stay their and fight for her respect so she decided to move on and guess the solution later. In train one old man came he cleaned complete compartment and then asked for some money to fulfill his needs that 10rs note was now in his pocket... That's the solution she had action speak louder than words... Value of that note and way how all happened .. Indeed she cursed being in India where society never respect girl they bow their head in front of goddess but never before real women's <br>
   What's true? What's a correct manner to behave with individual? <br>
That day her soul was her saviour his voice echoed in her ear do what's correct listen to yourself never let such bulshit stop you! <br>
She reached her journey safely.</p>
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journey..!<br />travel new places new peoples new customs new traditions.... travel around world...!<br />lets have different path today, path of destiny... path of fate... path of maktub...,<br />well truth believe in your karma.. KARMA: hard work or i say any change of behavior emotional physical that will be count as an karma of one's individual.., result will be based on same karma..,<br />newton said, every action has equal and opposite reaction. may be destiny is their but how do person could completely rely on it if he doesn't make any efforts for result.. the result will b negative, he can't complain to fate or luck for it...<br />make move wait have patience make research find your lows your weakness work on your weakness make them your strength, theirs sky u just want to believe on your own wings to have high n long fly..<br />life isn't about sitting at single place and cursing "karma" life is about learning about falling getting up and again running...!<br />have first step.. many things will come your way to guide you first make that step. have faith on what uh do.. have hope have positive attitude about yourself about your work.. don't prove anyone anything just make your life worth. worth for happiness of others.!</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13138021698393990478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478254629559183063.post-86414221243840553022016-09-03T02:42:00.000-07:002016-09-03T02:42:14.981-07:00our journey begins with a choice to get up, step out, and live fully........!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
our journey begins with a choice to get up, step out, and live
fully........!<br />
life i discovered has many adventures, ups and down but i was never that
shattered how much am today.. my thoughts were about to explode my
brain if i don't give them words.... my decision were wrong many times
but i learn from them today my decision made me regret for each step i
took.. feels like my decision made a worst fate i could ever get... i
wants to return to the time where i started taking decision being
selfish...
i always had flamboyant in my thoughts about us... but today some things
just erased my entire good memories all whats left behind is cruel
activities i always neglected....... yes you was always the same you are
today... i thought theirs something different no only my virtual fairy
world imagination was different... today don't know why i believe on
'maktub' may this was my fate today where i reached my complete world
has changed... i proud on my some decisions they are lucid.....you are
recidivist it was me who never judged today when things are crystal
clear its hard to trust... but yes you are a murderer you killed my
trust n faith... i will not destroy uh cause you are already on path
where you'll destroy yourself..... all the very best Nd very true good
bye..!<br />
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P.S: i just wants to write something that justify someone thoughts...!</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13138021698393990478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478254629559183063.post-30874271852073305762016-07-22T14:11:00.001-07:002016-07-22T14:11:34.671-07:00Amaze team<p dir=ltr>I really explore a bit today... don't know why I liked the way they treated me n my friend... nd most importantly the children's of native place... that's true they all belong from same religion.. but than too that affection from stranger is just unseen in real time... but today it just came in front of my eye in a blink I catched all of them they were guinely happy by teaching those kids... may be the kids have no interest but the selflessness I watched in their eyes just mesmerised me... how a person get happy by someone else smile today I got that.... <br>
Ppl are too different sm are just so simple nd easy going and some are just difficult to understand I remember each moment about that time each face all were learning from each other.... god reside in ourselves but its we who decide god b evil or angel... sm thought just make us skip our hearts beat but at the same time brings butterflies.....!<br>
Smile on the face that's real hunger in mind n heart for learning more was true yeah loving smone without expecting anything in return is just incredible n I seen all that today.... it made my day...<br>
It gave me kick.. ♡♥</p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13138021698393990478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478254629559183063.post-40728833728171148742016-07-19T02:49:00.000-07:002016-07-19T02:49:28.458-07:00mortal or immortal<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
life, jivan is never been defined or if defined it could be said having emotions, reacting on happenings. yes today i'm saying words on life, emotions define life in my view....! one express to impress and one express to share his views. communication is a base of life.<br />
death, mrtyu is defined by no movement, emotionally, verbally, symbolically. while calculating death and life their's a similarity too with differences. death is not only a movement less emotionless body but a cold blooded selfless body too. <br />
life will suffer ups and down ant its mortal will definitely lead to death but death could never lead life. according to dharma theirs a murder or death of just a body soul is immortal, it travel from one body to another for survival.<br />
soul (aatma) could change it's behavior or not is a big question. i know my body requires food, oxygen clothes. where soul requires a dream and desires. means requirements end with body but desire and dreams are carried with soul to another body.<br />
means no one is died and no one took birth because a soul is travelling from era to era. leave mortal, immortal, life death but dreams and desires can't be left. dream isn't just a word or limitation of one's fly. dreams want wings to fly in wide sky and desire leas to negative surrounding for gaining dreams at any cost.<br />
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"life's everything with dreams and death's everything with desire". </h4>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13138021698393990478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478254629559183063.post-2150993279170747042016-07-18T21:16:00.001-07:002016-08-22T07:26:11.911-07:00KARMA AND DESTINY<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: small;">what encounter with us eitherconstruct us or destroy us. some of my loved ones believe on fate, </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> cm'on i too had gone through 'alchemist' several of times. but still don't relly on "maktub" (destiny). travel diaries are never destined. they are large as sky no limitation, no boundaries, no affection. introduction to new people, culture, tradition, surrounding and 'emotions'.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> now must talk about "karma" coz, destiny never define karma but karma completes destiny. i don't want any debate or arguement or am compailing about it. just my assumption, imagination that karma will define my place. how a one could blame his failure on destiny or luck.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> i don't conquer but theirs a difference, difference between sky and land, difference between fake smile and true happiness, difference between hard work and laziness. yes am not that aged or experienced person who could easily give conclusion or refrence but till the edge where my eye sight is i have seen a beggar to be beggar and a millionair to be millionair.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> when karma defines our destiny why the beggar can't be millionair and when bad luck knocks the door of millionair he can't be beggar. may be they themselves have dcided their limitations. their lifestyle is completely opposite from each other but basic needs are same, oxygen, food, clothes and shelter. both have their needy things with them, may be millionair struggle, hard work is unseen and is far more to achieve his goals.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> where as beggare don't make efforts to stand more than a beggar or the work he does or on path he walks isn't right one. in my view god is not partial. he gave equal things to everyone, that's oneselves how he utilize it to define his life. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;"> that means "karma" define "destiny". destiny couldn't be pre-decided it's us who re-create it each second with our passion, confidence, attitude, gratitude towards one's affection, emotional behaviour towards each thing and work.</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13138021698393990478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478254629559183063.post-44513587089461340602016-07-18T03:47:00.002-07:002016-07-18T03:47:48.192-07:00a lonely journey<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
A Lonely Journey<br />
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The sunsets on this lonely town,and the darkness creeps in.The streets are empty tonight,as the lights slowly go dim.<br />
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A boy sitting on his bed alone,stares up at the stars above.He is planning to leave town,to find his one true love.<br />
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His
bags are packed and ready,his room he gives one last look.A note on the
fridge for his parents,In place of a picture he took.<br />
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He leaves his home crying softly,this journey has just begun.On his way into the real world,to find his special someone.<br />
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The darkness swallows him whole,but he makes his way through,just waiting for any chance,to tell a girl, 'I love you'.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13138021698393990478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478254629559183063.post-37561992932280574072016-07-18T03:45:00.000-07:002016-07-18T03:45:48.799-07:00LIKE A ROSE<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Your beauty is like that of a rose,such delicacy and fragrance that
everyone knows,the loveliness satisfies even the most obscured,and
beauty such as this can't be described in one word,<br />
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The
aroma of a rose is so fragrant,and just like it,you have that same
lovable scent,a scent that can be smelt from miles away,and must be
followed at any time of any day,<br />
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Your skin is so soft and
gentle,it has the tenderness of a newly picked rose petal,a feeling that
soothes the very edge of your fingers,and when not being felt,that soft
feeling still lingers,<br />
<br />
The thorns contribute to it's
protection,but this kind of pain gives greater affection,and just like
the thorns,you can also harm,not only a guys heart,but also his love and
his charm,it all depends on the way you are retrieved,tenderness and
delicacy are what should be achieved,<br />
<br />
Your beauty is like
that of a rose,such delicacy and fragrance that everyone knows,the
loveliness satisfies even the most obscured,and beauty such as this
can't be described in one word<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13138021698393990478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478254629559183063.post-36686632729491213192016-07-18T03:43:00.003-07:002016-07-18T03:43:54.735-07:00BOND OF FRIENDSHIP<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa">
From the day that I first knew you,
Your heart was pure and kind;
Your smile was sweet and innocent,
Your wit was well refined.
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The sparkle in your eyes was keen,
Your friendship fast and real;
Soft words were your virtue,
And humor your appeal.
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<div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa">
We grew as friends together,
We laughed and shared our dreams;
Along the way crush or two,
Went unrevealed, it seems.
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<div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa">
As years rolled on, our paths were split,
Our roads went separate ways;
We each pursued our interests,
That occupied our days.
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<div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa">
We soon forgot our childhood bliss,
Of tender carefree years;
We didn't talk or keep in touch,
Throughout life's pain and tears.
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Then my darkest hour came,
And tried me to my core;
To save my heart from ruin,
I closed and locked the door.
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<div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa">
Then out of every nowhere,
With precise directed cue;
An old familiar smile,
Came slowly into view.
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<div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa">
Although much time was gone,
And the die of fate long cast;
It was as if we hadn't missed,
A second of the past.
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<div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa">
You listened with attentive care,
And reassured my mind;
That loving hearts are still alive,
With purpose and design.
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<div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa">
Deep inside I've locked way,
Emotions yet untold;
As time goes on, and bonds grow strong,
They will all unfold.
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<div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa">
So thank you, friend, for taking time,
To demonstrate your love;
It's yet another blessing that,
I'm undeserving of
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13138021698393990478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478254629559183063.post-2153543793484217692016-07-18T03:42:00.000-07:002016-07-18T03:42:34.481-07:00SOME COLOURS NEVER FADE WITH TIME<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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You are my best friend, you belong in my heart,
We go through ups and downs, but still nothing can tear us apart.
I know you as a sister, and I will always care,
Love, respect, and trust are the things we share.
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<div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa">
I know you as a person, I especially know you as a friend,
Our friendship is something that will never end.
Right now, this second, this minute, this day,
Our sisterhood is here, is here to stay.
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<div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa">
My friendship with you is special and true,
When we are together, we stick like glue.
When I'm in the darkness that need some light,
When you're by my side, I know things are all right.
</div>
<div class="_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa">
Our friendship is so strong, it breaks down bars,
Our friendship is also bright, like the sun and the stars.
If we were in a competition for sisterhood, we would get a gold,
Because responsibility and cleverness are the keys we hold.
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I met you as a stranger, took you as a friend,
I hope our long sisterhood will never end.
Our friendship is like a magnet, it pulls us together,
Because no matter where we are, our friendship will last forever!
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13138021698393990478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478254629559183063.post-22014341612433142892016-07-18T03:39:00.000-07:002016-07-18T03:39:02.920-07:00WE BELONG TOGETHER<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Here is a place for you and me,
A special place for only us two,
We have a special bond that no one can see,
It's tightly wrapped in a cocoon,
We are fiercely together in this magical place,
Even through times when threads might break,
But every time a new one awakes,
To bring us closer and keep us strong,
In this very special place in which together we belong..!</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13138021698393990478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478254629559183063.post-87886324628355322872016-07-18T03:37:00.000-07:002016-07-18T03:37:19.038-07:00SOULMATEs<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I’ve never believed in soul mates
or in something I can’t see
but we have a deep connection
now I believe in destiny
How can I feel I know you?
There’s so much I need to say
My God… I think I love you-
What makes me feel this way?
No longer am I denying
what is so damn plain to see
I just can’t keep from thinking
that God created you for me
And I know that you can feel it
deeper than your blood and bone
So come over here and love me
make this empty heart your home
We’re not getting any younger-
I’m just waiting for a sign
Why go looking any further?
Let our two lives intertwine
If you look into my eyes
you’ll see lives we lived before
We’ve had so many lifetimes
and there will be ten thousand more
I’ve never been more certain
what I feel just can’t be wrong
I know you are the soul mate
I’ve been searching for so long</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13138021698393990478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478254629559183063.post-66764621906816002542016-07-18T03:35:00.000-07:002016-07-18T03:35:40.090-07:00LIFE<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<b>you</b> wanna cry, but u can't....!
you wants to shout, but u can't...!
you want to live yur life by yur own decisions..not by situation
u look near you u find yurself alone
but u r standing in crowd of thousads people
who really dont care about uh
whats happening?
each time uh ask yourself why me?
and answer is no where..!
yes you will live..!
this phase is just for while
just like bad nightmare...!
you will wake in morning with new hopes n determination
you will take yur decisions nor situation...!
but for that let this nightmare end... let you open your eye... let you bring strength to speak n stand against world...!</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13138021698393990478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478254629559183063.post-51668756763332004992016-01-04T22:10:00.003-08:002017-06-12T14:21:37.762-07:00 !!FrIeNDshIp!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Friends are people we love to spend time with. They give us company when we are lonely, support us unconditionally and accept us despite our shortcomings. They make celebrations fun, and they help us be ourselves. </div>
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Not just that, friends also help us grow at a spiritual level. Each soul is on a journey. Friends are guides who come into our lives, play their roles and move on. Don’t we all have friends who we were very close to at one point, but with whom we are no longer in touch with now? They drifted away from our life when their role as guide was over. What friends do for us cannot be described in words. It is important for us to have friends but many of us find it difficult to strike up a friendship.</div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: "roboto" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px;">And be one traveler, long I stood</span></span></span></h2>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #f4cccc;"><span style="font-family: "roboto" , sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px;">And looked down one as far as I could</span><br style="font-family: roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px;" /><span style="font-family: "roboto" , sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px;">To where it bent in the undergrowth; </span><br style="font-family: roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px;" /><br style="font-family: roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px;" /><span style="font-family: "roboto" , sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px;">Then took the other, as just as fair,</span><br style="font-family: roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px;" /><span style="font-family: "roboto" , sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px;">And having perhaps the better claim</span><br style="font-family: roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px;" /><span style="font-family: "roboto" , sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px;">Because it was grassy and wanted wear,</span><br style="font-family: roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px;" /><span style="font-family: "roboto" , sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px;">Though as for that the passing there</span><br style="font-family: roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px;" /><span style="font-family: "roboto" , sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px;">Had worn them really about the same,</span><br style="font-family: roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px;" /><br style="font-family: roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px;" /><span style="font-family: "roboto" , sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px;">And both that morning equally lay</span><br style="font-family: roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px;" /><span style="font-family: "roboto" , sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px;">In leaves no step had trodden black.</span><br style="font-family: roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px;" /><span style="font-family: "roboto" , sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px;">Oh, I kept the first for another day! </span><br style="font-family: roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px;" /><span style="font-family: "roboto" , sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px;">Yet knowing how way leads on to way</span><br style="font-family: roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px;" /><span style="font-family: "roboto" , sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px;">I doubted if I should ever come back.</span><br style="font-family: roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px;" /><br style="font-family: roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px;" /><span style="font-family: "roboto" , sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px;">I shall be telling this with a sigh</span><br style="font-family: roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px;" /><span style="font-family: "roboto" , sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px;">Somewhere ages and ages hence:</span><br style="font-family: roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px;" /><span style="font-family: "roboto" , sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px;">Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,</span><br style="font-family: roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px;" /><span style="font-family: "roboto" , sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px;">I took the one less traveled by,</span></span><span style="font-family: "roboto" , sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 23px;"><span style="color: #f4cccc;">And that has made all the difference.</span></span></span></div>
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