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If you will be mine . . .
If you will be mine . . .
 
Wrapped by a sweetness of a smile
Heart has stopped in a dream world
Caught to a spell of starry eyes..
Promise..
Love took the heart away from this world
 
I will take all the stars to my heart
Will make it so beautiful as a heaven
To make it so calm I will stop the beat
If you will come & stay forever
 
I will wait for you in the sun
And will smile, as it is so cool
I will smile in tearful clouds
If you will come to me forever
 
I will collect all the morning dew to the heart
And will make the heart so fresh & so cool
I will smile even so many tears wet my eyes
If you will be mine & stay in me forever . . .


 
( Thanks "Nathasha Kannangara", for sending the poem & Contribute to 4MintesPerDay. . . )

Poem by - Nathasha Kannangara
[952]
Posted by Nathasha Kannangara on Wednesday, August 29, 2007 at 21:50 Comments (2)

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Am I pretty enough now . . .
Am I pretty enough now . . .
 
Girl: I have to tell you something..
Boy: What?
Girl: I really like you. And I.. I think I'm falling in love with you.
Boy: Ok..
Girl: What do you mean "ok"?
Boy: I don't like you like that..
Girl: Why not?
Boy: I can't tell you.. maybe another time..
 
From then on, the girl kept asking the boy "Why not?" whenever she saw him, and he kept answering the same answer of "I'll tell you later." Finally the girl got fed up.
 
Girl: I'm tired of this! Tell me why you don't like me!
Boy: Do you really wanna know why?
Girl: Yes!
Boy: It's because you're ugly! What's the point of going out with someone when they're not pretty?!
Girl: But.. I..
Boy: Just shut up and leave me alone!
 
The boy leaves and the girl is sitting there alone, crying her heart out.
Then her cell phone rings.
 
Girl: Hello?
Mom: Sweetheart? I want you to go home, ok? I'll be home from work in a few hours.
Girl: Alright Mom.
Mom: I love you.
Girl: I love you too, Mom.
Mom: Bye Bye.
Girl: Bye
 
The girl heads home and once she got there, she went in the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror.
 
Girl: I'm not pretty enough..
 
She set to work, knowing fully well what she was going to do. 2 hours later, her Mom came home and heard the bath water running. She went upstairs to find the hallway flooded so she knocked on the door.
 
Mom: Honey? Are you alright?
 
She opened the door and was shocked at the site. The bath was overflowing onto the floor, and the water was tinted red.
She walked over to see what was inside and screamed. There, her little girl was lying with cuts all over her face and wrists. Her Mom backed away and was going to run to call the police when something caught her eye. On the mirror, am I pretty enough now?
 
No one deserves to be told that by someone they love. If you find it messed up then forward this to everyone you know.
 
A person's appearance doesn't count. What counts is their heart inside of them and their personality. No one wants to be told they're not good enough . . .


 
( Thanks "Sapra Ankush", for sending the Story & Contribute to 4MintesPerDay. . . )

Story by - Unknown
[951]
Posted by Unknown on Monday, August 27, 2007 at 02:51 Comments (3)

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As long as we have memories . . .
Posted by 4MinutesPerDay on Thursday, August 23, 2007 at 03:08 Comments (0)

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A Clever Dog . . .
A Clever Dog . . .
 
A butcher watching over his shop is really surprised when he saw a dog
coming inside the shop. He shoos him away. But later, the dog is back again.
 
So, he goes over to the dog and notices he has a note in his mouth. He takes
the note and it reads "Can I have 12 sausages and a leg of lamb, please. The
dog has money in his mouth, as well."
 
The butcher looks inside and, lo and behold, there is a ten dollar Note
there. So he takes the money and puts the sausages and lamb in a bag,
placing it in the dog's mouth. The butcher is so impressed, and since it's
about closing time, he decides to shut up shop and follow the dog.
 
So off he goes. The dog is walking down the street when he comes To a level
crossing.
 
The dog puts down the bag, jumps up and presses the button. Then he waits
patiently, bag in mouth, for the lights to turn. They do, and he walks
across the road, with the butcher following him all the way.
 
The dog then comes to a bus stop, and starts looking at the timetable.
 
The butcher is in awe at this stage. The dog checks out the times, and then
sits on one of the seats provided. Along comes a bus. The dog walks around
to the front, looks at the number, and goes back to his seat.
 
Another bus comes. Again the dog goes and looks at the number, notices it's
the right bus, and climbs on. The butcher, by now, open-mouthed, follows him
onto the bus.
 
The bus travels through the town and out into the suburbs, the dog Looking
at the scenery. Eventually he gets up, and moves to the front of the bus. He
stands on 2 back paws and pushes the button to stop the bus. Then he gets
off, his groceries still in his mouth.
 
Well, dog and butcher are walking along the road, and then the dog turns
into a house. He walks up the path, and drops the groceries on the step.
 
Then he walks back down the path, takes a big run, and throws himself
against the door. He goes back down the path, runs up to the door and again,
it throws himself against it. There's no answer at the house, so the dog
goes back down the path, jumps up on a narrow wall, and walks along the
perimeter of the garden. He gets to the window, and beats his head against
it several times, walks back, jumps off, and waits at the door.
 
The butcher watches as a big guy opens the door, and starts abusing the dog,
kicking him and punching him, and swearing at him.
 
The butcher runs up, and stops the guy. "What in heaven's name are You
doing? The dog is a genius. He could be on TV, for the life of me!" to which
the guy responds: "You call this clever? This is the second time this week
that this stupid dog's forgotten his key."
 
Reflection:
Looks like some, people will never be satisfied with what they've got.
 
When it comes to the work place, Employers do not know how to appreciate
their people who have served them loyally through the years. I've seen
companies lose good people for the simple fact their leaders failed to show
appreciation. Employers with big egos enjoy the fact that they have more
power and authority than others. They show, in the way they give orders and
directions, that they think they are superior. They get a kick out of
displaying this superiority. People who do this are fools, and everyone but
them knows it. They are never satisfied because they could not be satisfied
even if their people perform well.
 
They don't listen to the opinion and ideas of their subordinates.
 
Why? Because of their stupid pride and insecurity . . .


Story by - Unknown
[949]
Posted by Unknown on Wednesday, August 22, 2007 at 01:54 Comments (1)

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To My Rainbow . . .
To My Rainbow . . .
 
Your eyes are shining
Always lighting my heart
I will close my eyes
I am afraid
My heart's light will go way
With the tears of my eyes
Your smile is sweet
Always bringing the sweetness
To my dreaming heart
I am afraid
The sweetness will fly away
From the cracked places of my heart
You gave the weight of a cloud
To my heavy heart
& Asked me to stay in a rainbow
I said nothing but smiled
I know but you will never know
Darling.. the life is so heavy
It is like the sky full of rainy clouds
But I want to see your life
As sweet as a rose
Without any tears & without sorrows
So smile from far to colour my dark life
As the rainbow doing to the cloudy sky . . .


 
( Thanks "Nathasha", for sending the poem & Contribute to 4MintesPerDay. . . )

Poem by - Nathasha
[948]
Posted by Nathasha on Monday, August 20, 2007 at 21:30 Comments (0)

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I Never Forget Those . . .
I Never Forget Those . . .
 
Days I Laughed with You
Days I Enjoyed with You
Days I Played with You
Days I Argued with You
Days I Quarrelled with You
Days I Shared with You
Days I Roamed with You
 
I Never Forget Those
 
Days I Loved You
Days I Fooled You
Days I Teased You
Days I Disturbed You
Days I Criticised You
Days I Irritated You
Days I Blamed You
 
I Never Forget Those
 
Days You Loved me
Days You Cared for me
Days You Taught me
Days You Convinced me
Days You Encouraged me
Days You Inspired me
Days You Groomed me
 
I Never forget
 
Your Love
Your Care
Your Smile
Your Tears
Your Support
Your Soothing
Your Friendship
 
I Never Forget You . . .


 
( Thanks "chandralekha", for sending the poem & Contribute to 4MintesPerDay. . . )

Poem by - Phani Kumar Arruri
[947]
Posted by Phani Kumar Arruri on Monday, August 20, 2007 at 20:51 Comments (2)

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Never say . . .
Never say . . .
        
Never say I Love you
if you don't really care
 
Never talk of feelings
if they aren't really there
 
Never hold my hand
If you mean to break my heart
 
Never say forever
if you ever plan to part
 
Never look into my eyes
if you are telling me a lie
 
never say hello
if you think you'll say goodbye
 
Never say that I'm THE one
if you dream of more than me
 
Never lock up my heart
if you don't have the key . . .

 
( Thanks "Rangani", for sending the poem & Contribute to 4MintesPerDay. . . )

Poem by - Unknown
[946]
Posted by Unknown on Thursday, August 16, 2007 at 22:24 Comments (2)

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