It's been long said in ancient Sanskrit texts,
"Yatha twam karasi,
Tatha twam bhogasi."

This roughly translates as 'As you sow, so you reap.'

This is true to the core but it's neither unconditional nor is it surely possible for you or me to be happy tomorrow even if we do good today. You might also have observed that sometimes you don't get exactly what you desired and yearned for when putting all your efforts. I will explain in the text that follows.

I am not Superman or a Godman blessed with super powers. I just believe in humanitarian virtues of course for all my life. And I don't despise the idea of theism. As some other people among the readers and their respective circles even I tame the same ideology about God having created the universe and then let us take charge.

I don't get involved in worshipping the creator, but I do thank that creator for having created us all. But how do I keep myself away from the various types of evils? The answer lies within.

What I identify as evil or deleterious to anyone or anything else, I don't do that and I totally despise all of it. Doing so I am aware that what I have been taking to and what I should get into. Whether it's my career or my love life, it almost totally depends on me and my Karma. The remaining few bits also depend on time and third parties who can affect my life greatly or maybe a little.

I don't know about what they quote other "Spiritual" people about and I feel that each of us can have our own views about time. I don't feel the urge to read about spiritual issues written by some well-publicised so called "Spiritual Gurus or Dharmatmas" who talk about out of the body experience.

The next time you think about some problem posed to you, your relative or a close friend, do try the following:
Just get out of your own mindset, think about the issue from a neutral point of view with your sixth sense (common sense) in right place. You're bound to find out the best way for solving it; let it be life or let it be any matter related to it.

Me: I am a weird guy.
You: Well, who isn't weird?
Me: True enough, but I am a bit more weird.
You: Alright, go on, tell me your story.
Me: I met with a life-threatening road accident.
You: So what, several do, even I did.
Me: I was in a 23-day comatose state.
You: That's interesting, what had happened?
Me: I was hit by this idiot on the highway.
You: Who was at mistake - you or him?
Me: Both, I was over-speeding and he turned without any indication.
You: What was your approximate speed that day?
Me: Around 90, it's a highway, you can't expect me to drag my bike below that speed.
You: Alright, but in the end your life went off the track.
Me: My fourth semester exams were going to be held 10 days later, I was made to shift my college due to circumstances.
You: That means you're at loss in the end, what happened to the other biker?
Me: A good man took me to the hospital and noted the other bike's registration number.
You: You are still at loss.
Me: Yes and no. I have accepted that the accident had happened.
You: What happened with your studies?
Me: I started life again at the new college sans any older friends but I have performed what they term 'miraculous' as I cleared 10 examinations at a go instead of the regular 5 examinations to end a semester.
You: Very good, but be careful now on. (Admiring me inside)

There are many such poems composed by you which I admire and love.

I respect you as a gifted human being in my life.

You have a great identity for me and you really rock my life.

Thanks for being the way you've been around for all these days in my mind buddy and for all the quality time spent with each other.

I have found you on the phone and over the Internet anytime I was feeling really lonely.

I can only keep wondering what auspicious moment was it that you were written in my destiny and merely smile to answer it.

I know that you are wondering what makes me blabber such cute stuff about us, but you know that you should also try harder to get what you want from your career.

In the end, I reassure you that I am and I will be around for you forever and ever.

Ah, in my opinion and in general Indian opinion, love and *** are irrelated. I'm nearly 23 and I'm in love and I'm proudly a young man with preserved chastity. Gender has lost its place in the active vocabulary and the word for ****** *******, "***", has replaced it widely.

People around the globe have simply forgotten that the real meaning of love is not ***, but instead of this, *** is one of the many expressions of love.

Love is when you get the feeling of being a friend and a family member of a person you are not naturally related to and the person is from the "opposite" gender irrespective of how the system tries to make sense of same-gender love by going great lengths for despising the truth.

As for the homosexual people, it's high time for them to accept the rules of nature as those are and stop doing what they are. They should mingle equally well with the people from opposite gender and find or wait for somebody who matches their thinking about wiser things.

Virginity, or more appropriately put, chastity of a person is defined as the situation of being totally inexperienced at having had any ****** activity. It is a treasure trove of humanity, and is not just a physical state but even a psychological state. This treasure must be shown to and shared only with one person from opposite gender when one is ready for exercising the activities of ****** *******.

If a person, a female in particular, is ***** and their chastity is snatched away by force, or conversely, they lose it to some physical injury resulting from sports, and their mind is still untouched by the notion of *******, they must not to be treated as someone who has been having ****** *******, and wilfully so.

My poems have been read and reread. They have been responded to over 4000 times. Every poet on this forum or reader otherwise is thanked in this note for the support that they've been showing to me.

I am also gratuitous to the main source of inspiration for me, my life that brought me to this site for brushing up my poetry skills by reading and appreciating a fantastic class of poetry by people around the globe. A special mention of her style of writing is to be made here, romantic and cute it is. I must also mention Mr Timothy Bruffy and his family for having inspired me. Madam Hilda Bruffy has a very beautiful form of writing, Mr Bruffy has a style of writing that will be legendary and their daughter young Marian writes joyous poems which inspired me to be happy.

Each and every poet has their own way of writing poems, each one of them is unique. We find ourselves to be keen critics too. While some are outrightly rude and discouraging, others are friendly and encouraging as well.