A daily thought

A daily thought…
A silent tear…
A Constant wish dat u r near…
Wordz r few bt thoughts r deep…
Memories of our frenship i’ll always keep!!

On a silent night

On a silent night when friend r few,
i close my eyes and think of u,
a silent nite, a silent tear,
a silent wish, dat u were here!

When Nights are long

When Nights are long & Friends are few,
I sit by my Window & think of u
A silent whisper a silent tear
With all my Heart i wish you were here

Only my love for you.

Feelings are many but words are few,

Cloud are dark but sky is blue,

Love is glue, everything is false,

Only my love for you,

The only one of my life is true. – to blessing

Good Friday Poem

“What makes Good Friday good?” you ask.
A challenge! A rather daunting task.
Some may dismiss it with a shrug and a smirk,
And consider it another day off work.
Others, religious, pious as such,
Take a few minutes for a mournful watch;
Merchants unlock their doors with glee,
Anticipating the pre-Easter shopping spree.
A bunny here, a chocolate egg there,
Symbols of a society that doesn’t care.
“Care?” you say, “Do you mean me?”
“What’s there to care; how can this be?”
It’s the cross, you forget, that rugged wood,
That makes Good Friday eternally good.
What’s so good about the death of an ancient man,
Who died long before my life began?
This man, who on this earth once trod,
Was not only man, but the Son of God.
That wood, that tree, that old rugged cross,
Was the symbol of gain and the symbol of loss.
To those who believe, it is the promise of gain;
The hope that, like Jesus, we’ll rise again!
For the skeptic, the doubter, the meaning is loss;
An eternal gulf, which no one can cross.
Good Friday is good, because of the death
Of Jesus the Savior, who gave His last breath
So you, friend, and I, could be cleared of our guilt,
Redeemed by the blood of the Lamb that was spilt.
Mourn not, my dear soul, for the death of the Lamb,
For that cross made the bridge to the Great I AM.
Christ paid the price, rose again to God’s side,
And brought us next Sunday: the Resurrection-tide!

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Fragments Of Their Meaning

Flowers have spoken to me more than I can tell in written words.  They are the hieroglyphics of angels, loved by all men for the beauty of their character, though few can decipher even fragments of their meaning.  ~Lydia M. Child

Dont Let People Distract Your Dreams

Once 100 Tiny Frogs Started A Race
To Climb A 99 Ft High Tower..

People Gathered Around To Watch The Race..

As The Race Started People Started Saying:
“These Tiny Creatures Can Never Make It..”

After Climbing 1/4th Of Tower,
Few Frogs Fell Down..

People Kept Saying And Frogs Kept Fallin..

After Climbing 3/4th Of The Tower,
All Frogs Fell Down Except One..
And Finally That Frog Made It..

Guess What Was The Reason?
“He Was Deaf And Couldnt
Listen To The People..” =)

“Dont Let People Distract Your Dreams..”

140 Characters Nice SMS

I Live In Reality,
But I’ve My Own Fantasies..

There Is Pain In My Eyes,
But A Shine In My Smile..

I’m Outspoken,
Yet Shy…

I’m Hurted By Few,
But Loved By A Lot..

I’m Ordinary,
Yet Very Special..

Because I Live In My Today &
Left The Rest On My Allah..!!