Thoughts Unsaid.......

Look through my eyes, life is beautiful If you search, happiness is still plentiful. Still the birds are singing on the distant withered tree When the tree doesn’t give up, why should we? Life isn’t all about making money Gaining trust is what you should seek on this journey. Remember there are only setbacks but no failures To succeed know that you are YOUR only savior. Millenniums have passes but the distant sun still shines So why do you sit back and whine? Relish the beauty of the crimson sky Free yourself and go on to fly high. Every small thing in this great world has its beauty And Ifeel to admire it is our duty. Life is not about stopping but to continue and learn And whenever you are down think of the shining sun. In all its majesty, all its grandeur Life always has to offer more. If you ever see this world in shades of gray Don’t cry, do not dismay. Look through my eyes, you will see Life is indeed beautiful, for both you and me.

Each year he sent her roses, & the note would always say, I love U even more this year, than last year on this day. My love for U will always grow.... with every passing year." She knew this was the last time, that the roses would appear. She thought, he ordered roses in advance before this day. Her loving husband did not know, that he would pass away. He always liked to do things early, way before the time. Then, if he got too busy, everything would work out fine. She trimmed the stems & placed them in a very special vase. Then, sat the vase beside the portrait of his smiling face. She would sit for hours, In her husband's favorite chair. While staring at his picture, & the roses sitting there. A year went by, & it was to live without her mate. With loneliness & solitude, that had become her fate. Then, the very hour, the doorbell rang , & there were roses sitting by her door. She brought the roses in, & then just looked at them in ...

I know that I shall meet my fate somewhere among the clouds above; those that I fight I do not hate, those that I guard I do not love.” William Butler Yeats