In the midst of life there is death
And in the midst of death blooms another life..
A tiny seed has the capacity
To grow into a mighty oak
It just needs to persevere
And hold on with all its might..
The stages of growth are fascinating
Especially in mankind…
A tiny brawling baby
Can turn into a mighty superman
Given the proper initiative and nourishment
There is scope for immense growth
So take that first small step
And then you can carry forth..
We find four seasons in man’s life too –
Spring – when life is budding
Summer – when he is in his full strength and capacity
Autumn – when he is fully matured
And finally – in the winter of his life
he can look back
either with sorrow
or with pride
depending on how he has shaped his life

There are some days
When you do nothing but sigh
Remember, then, my friend
It’s always good to cry..
Vent out your sorrows
And sob out the pain
The tears you shed
Will not be in vain
For you will find release
And your heart will feel light
And you will find your hope
Just when you think you’d lost sight
So sit back and think
Of how far you have come
Then you will realize
How far out, you can reach
And find the solace in your life
That nothing can ever breach

If you Face the rainy season
With fewer sighs and grunts
It will be a cheerful dance
During the summer months

Dancing in the rain
Will keep depression at bay
And you will feel confident
To face, come what may…

And when the sun shines
And all is truly bright
Your happiness will then soar
In the sky like a rising kite

So

Be strong , Be brave
Let your steps have a spring
It will, then, for sure
Much peace of mind bring

Life, like a river
Moves slowly forward
Some days it brings smiles
Some days will evoke sighs
Some days you get stuck
And you keep wondering ‘why’ ?
Leave life in Fate’s hands
It knows what’s best for you
It will never ever do
Things that you would rue
So move ahead with grace
And a smile on your face
A sway of the hips
And a song on your lips

If a storm comes in your life, ride it
If a problem occurs in your life, solve it
If you feel intense misery- hide it
But if you feel immense joy – share it

Nothing hurts more than a harsh, unkind word
From the mouths of people unnecessarily frank and pert
Insulting others is to be avoided at any cost
Speak one sentence, and then you’re as good as lost.

What urges people to tell stories about others?
Why don’t they treat all as sisters or as brothers
How would they like to hear tales concerning them alone
Wouldn’t they blame the world, wouldn’t they sigh and groan?

Its no use, my friend, you can never assure man
You can never, never, gossiping in the land, ban
Man’s good at making a mountain of a mole-hill
Spreading false rumors, and creating ill-will

Ensnared by material benefits the world provides him with
Man, who is, by the urge to win fame, bit
Forgets all his manners – just brushes them aside
And is enveloped in a snake-skin of venom and of pride

So! where’s the land of our dreams in which we can take pride
Why do people revel in taking others for a ride
Why cant we be engrossed in our own joys and sorrows
A hopeful, expectant, wait for the morrows

Why interfere in other’s affairs when our own work is there
Would we tolerate it if they laid our secrets bare ?
Why tell stories behind the backs, and why insult others
Why not mete out love and respect if all mankind are brothers??

There will always be someone around you
Who will resent your claim to fame
Do not stress about them
They will soon be caught at their game

Let the jealous ones paint you
To be black like the coal in the ground
But show your true colors and shine out
Like the diamond waiting to be found

If humility is your forte
It will be your armored coat
Neither praise nor disgrace will touch you
And none can rock your boat

Do not let your success
Make you proud and rude
For it’s a’9 day wonder’
As has been always proved

Stay grounded all the time
Even at the height of fame
Let people talk with fondness
When they mention your name