Morning or evening whatever time you choose
I got the coffee ready for you
Sweet or bitter, smiling and true
creamy and sugary , this hot drink for you
taste it with closed eyes
sip it slowly and wake up anew
drink up and feel good..its specially for you
Life..take out “f” it is a lie..so keep “f” faith in life.
Life..take out “l & e” it becomes a question If ? then answer life , by living it.
Life..when you change the order of letters ..its a file ..Give it a heading, fill up the pages with good deeds, make it presentable and use it for record..complete it..and at the end submit it.
Laugh when you live and love your life..a bit by bit.
Our brain gives signals. We respond ..we show we are receiving the information..by a nod or attention in our eyes. But..it also happens that we take a very long time to absorb the given information and then light up ..making the person in front a bit shaky..like whether it went over the head 😉
So ..what are you ? In real life ..a slow mind that got a cool light or a bulb ..goes on immediately and warms the space it lights. Does the topic effect your reception capacity ? or the presentation clarity is directly responsible for your response. Is it you ? or its the other one;)
Morning coffee with a rose will do
If I can forget that embarrassing moment or two
when someone waved at me from distance
I had no clue
What to do ? I thought quickly..and yelled, ” How are you?”
The person smiled and said,” I am fine .thank you ”
Since then , I am having thoughts running in my memories slot
But..I can’t remember who ?
I can’t forget ..too
I want to remember ..those I forget
I forget to remember few..
what to do ? Tell me..
what to do 🙂
The little boy with bare body and a tiny cap..admired the bird in the cage..looking from far..a photographer captured both..one was a prisoner of poverty and another caged for eternity.
The bird could see the sky so high, and felt the urge to say goodbye to the little master..if he let her go..wanted to feel the wing spread as it could fly..and the wind carrying it high and high..The bird was hoping that one day perhaps I can test the strength of my wings.But the little master ..couldn’t understand her woes.
The little master was also caged, his was the invisible cage of poverty and limitations.He wanted to play and study as his age children did, but he was never free. He had to work from dawn to dusk, and get few pieaces of bread .
Each day, he thought when will the morning dawn, when his time will come to rise and shine, will he be able to compete or not..in the world that seems so wide and big..small hands held the cage door..and wanted to let go his prisoner free..hoping one day..it will fly and feel good..that little master had compassion for thee.e
my butterfly friend what have you come to see ? Am I writing a letter for my sweet 🙂
Its ink or my emotions
Waves in deep oceans
I must have drowned indeed …
Butterfly do you have any advice for me ?
Should I write a poetry or prose for , my love overseas ?
Or just cut and paste a blog post with ping back 😉
For everyone loves blogs 🙂
colorful new thoughts
so pleasant to read..
tell me my butterfly if you can read ?
All my ideas are appropriate
or not for thee.
I never think any friend can be best..for friends can only be close..sweet..intelligent..poetic..Big time drama..but no one can standout as best..you can not love or feel that a single friend is “Best ” ..I can’t ..i love all my friends and I am unable to measure anyone..for each got a personality so unique and exciting..I wouldn’t label on standards..friends are like a garden..where roses , pansies..lilies and tulips ..you name and they have colour posture and seasons..with fragrance..soft and alluring..friends are awesome…